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Thanks to [▲Wait for a Season for Flowers to Bloom] friends for the reward. Lao Zhu is very happy. The break is so serious and there are many friends for their support. Please give me a recommendation vote. Just say it, it’s just this once and I won’t do it again in the future.
The paid chapters are so wordy.
Recommendation votes don't cost money, as long as you have an account, you will get them. If you don't vote for a day, it will be a waste, just throw it all to Lao Zhu.
The fault was even more serious. I had no hope of recommending Lao Zhu, and I couldn’t get any clicks, so I asked for recommendation votes. Lao Zhu’s only hope was to get recommendation votes, and then rush to the category recommendation list, so that the book would gain a lot of attention.
I will rush forward this week. Lao Zhu also thinks it is impossible. I just hope that the number of recommendation votes will increase day by day. Lao Zhu will update steadily and work hard to improve the quality of the manuscript. I will slowly accumulate and rush forward. Dear friends, if you read this book
If so, Lao Zhu should be selfish and throw it all to Lao Zhu. If they want it, it will be the icing on the cake. If Lao Zhu wants it, it will be a timely help.
I don't know when a busy atmosphere began to blow in the Wild Boar City. It was like a storm, blowing through every corner of the Wild Boar City.
Wild Boar City, behind the bar of the tavern.
A young waiter, wearing a tailored red dress, lowered his head and was quietly wiping the ale out of the crystal clear cup in his hand, when a troll walked in.
As one of the few taverns in Wild Boar City, his place is usually full of business, but the people who come every day are not new faces. Basically, they are familiar faces, most of them, although he can't name them.
Names, but about their professions, he had already guessed it from the sporadic conversations they had.
He ignored him. As a human, he disliked goblins and trolls very much.
In his eyes, those short green creatures were all synonymous with cunning.
He still clearly remembered that the main reason why he came to work in Yeboar City now was because he was deceived by these cunning goblins and had no money to go back, so he had to come to Yeboar City to make a living.
As for the troll race, they are really too barbaric. He still remembers that when he was in the Eastern Continent, his caravan was wiped out by trolls, and only a few of his own people escaped.
Later he heard that some of his companions had been eaten by trolls.
He didn't believe such news at first, but after working in the tavern for so long, he heard from time to time that trolls were eating people, even their companions, so he was convinced of this.
The troll found a place to sit down by himself. He looked like he was waiting for someone. Or he seemed to be looking for something. Anyway, he seemed a little restless, and his small eyes looked at him with light from time to time. This made him
He was a little scared, afraid that the troll would eat him, so he lowered his head and stopped looking at the troll, and continued to wipe the cup in his hand.
At this time, he hated his goblin boss, who was stingy to the extreme. Although the business in the tavern was not the best during the afternoon, and there were not many people in the tavern, he would not arrange all the people to be busy with other tasks.
, just leave me alone to look after the house,
"All goblins are not good things," he said softly, holding his head in front of him, looking at the small wooden stools scattered on the floor.
After a while, the troll saw that no one was greeting him. The waiter kept lowering his head. He couldn't bear it anymore and stood up. He walked to the wooden bar and asked: "Is anyone greeting you?"
The human waiter didn't make a sound. He quietly continued to wipe the cup in his hand, even though the cup had already been wiped. He raised his head and looked at the troll. The troll's eyes showed the kind of fire that wanted to swallow him.
The light below caused him to quickly lower his head and continue to wipe the cup over and over again.
I was wailing in my heart, this troll is going to eat me, is going to eat me.
The troll slapped his broad palm on the bar: "You're mute, so why don't you speak to me?"
"Guest, what kind of wine do you want?" Putting down the cup in his hand, the human waiter had no choice but to raise his head and looked at the troll and said cautiously.
The troll wrinkled his nose and said, "No, I don't want wine."
The human waiter was startled and even more frightened. This was a tavern. This troll didn't want wine, so why was he here? He wanted to eat himself.
"and you?"
"I'm waiting for someone," the troll said directly without waiting for him to finish speaking.
"Bring me a big glass of ale, my throat is a little thirsty," a rough roar came from outside the door.
"Here we come," the human waiter was overjoyed. In the past, he always felt that his noisy voice made him upset, but now it was extremely beautiful.
His movements were as fast as lightning, and he performed a series of movements in one go without any pause in the middle. A large glass of ale was poured without a drop of wine being spilled.
Showing his superb skills, he pushed the ale, which exuded a strong smell, forward on the bar.
A thick arm stretched out from bottom to top and grabbed a handful of ale.
Gudu, Gudu, Gudu, as the Adam's apple trembled, a strong bearded dwarf took a swig of ale.
It was a whole cup, and he drank it all in one gulp today.
"It's great." He put down the wine glass, and there were still lees on his thick beard.
"Mr. Auburn has another drink, I'll take this one," the human waiter's service attitude was extremely good. After the dwarf put down his glass, another glass of ale was quickly placed in front of him.
"Okay, I, Oban, like a bold friend like you," the dwarf with a thick beard said loudly.
He suddenly jumped up, stood firmly on a wooden bench, and patted the human waiter on the shoulder.
The dwarves have fully carried forward the spirit of having wine and being a father. Just one serving of ale made the dwarves have a good impression on the human waiter.
One is willing to please, the other is easy to be fooled. In just a few words, the two of them can be said to be sympathetic to each other and instantly become good friends. Good engine oil, (a great activity that falls in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you!
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