Thinking of this, Snorri once again started to dress up in disguise. It was still the same old rule. Once he put on the fake beard and the hood and cloak, he was done. For a relatively conservative race like the dwarves, disguise is still a new thing.
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Snooker once again went to the bar, the information center for male dwarves. This time he still played the role of a foreign businessman, but his purpose changed to exploring possible business opportunities at the next stop.
Snorri came all the way to the door of the Warrior Bar, which is the largest bar in Karak-Azgraz. In dwarf cities, usually the largest bars have more or less official backgrounds, run by the lord's own family or
It is the closest vassal responsible for the operation, so both the quality of the wine and the personal safety of the customers are more guaranteed.
Pushing open the two half-waisted doors, Snorri instantly felt the fiery atmosphere of the tavern. Large fancy candles hung on the raised roof, and the soft candlelight illuminated the entire hall.<
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Every table has been crowded with clan members, ranging from long-bearded elders to mustaches, gathering at the table to relieve the fatigue caused by a hard day's work with hearty drinks and delicious food.
Snorri knew that the business in the tavern was so booming these days due to the arrival of the motorcade. He saw many businessmen who had come along the way and were hanging around here.
Some of them were sitting at a table by themselves, exchanging their experiences of the day's business and sharing business intelligence, while others, probably like him, had infiltrated the local dwarves to look for business opportunities.
Smelling the aroma of wine and barbecue in the room, even after dinner, the glutton in Snorri's belly was still aroused. Who would not agree that the food in the pub has a different flavor compared to the canteen?
"Hey! Move over, guys!" Snorri was afraid of being exposed, so he didn't push towards the independent table, but pulled out a seat in front of the bar.
"What do you want to have? My friend, thanks to Master Snorri, the goddess's choice, today we have a new bottle of Bergman's wine! This kind of good stuff can only be drunk at this time of the year!"
Seeing the arrival of a new customer, the bartender, who was tall and round even by dwarf standards, said hello to Snorri while wiping the beer glass with a wet rag.
"Hey! That's really good! Give me a glass of Bergmann No. 7, and then, um, another sausage platter!" Snorri thought for a while and ordered a meat dish. He had nothing to drink with.
It’s not a pleasant experience.
"A sausage platter!" the bartender shouted to the kitchen in his loud voice.
"You don't know who I am, but this is the right dish. Our Warrior Bar spent a lot of money to hire a halfling chef, and the food he cooks is famous throughout the Gray Mountains!" The bartender in front of him can also be said to be famous.
Knowing many people, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Snorri.
Bergmann's fine wines are already valuable, and the price has increased sharply after undergoing long-distance transportation from the World's Edge Mountains to the middle of the Gray Mountains.
The bartender just casually mentioned that according to his experience, the peak consumption of that stuff is during the New Year. It is not a holiday time either, so a dwarf who can afford this fine wine on a daily basis is undoubtedly financially strong.
"Hahaha! Yes, yes, I am indeed not a local dwarf. I come from Karak-Hearn." The bartender's proactive conversation was exactly what Snorri wanted, but he casually reported false information, which the bartender didn't agree with.
Not impressed.
"I think so! Your financial resources and conversation are not comparable to those plain dwarfs who hang out with skinny people!" The bartender praised.
Snorri was stunned for a moment. When a dwarf said an insulting word like "dwarf", it meant that the conflict between the "imperial dwarves" and the "Karak dwarves" here had intensified. Of course, this also meant that he
The population migration policy will achieve better results.
After winning the Battle of Blackfire Pass and making the "Great Covenant", the first Emperor Sigmar invited the dwarves to come out of the mountains and settle with his people.
Because he sought the help of the dwarves to build cities and towns. Many dwarves answered this call, and their descendants remain loyal citizens of the Empire to this day.
In the following two thousand years, with the decline of the mountain kingdom, many dwarf fortresses, large and small settlements and mining sites have fallen one by one.
This forced some dwarf clans to walk out of the mountains and go to the kingdom of humans. They were attracted by the high remuneration offered by humans and were willing to dedicate their unique and superb skills as dwarves to this salary.
On the surface, these dwarves who live in the human world are very similar in appearance and behavior to their relatives living in the mountains, the "Karak dwarves", but they are very different in many subtle ways.
Many dwarves living in the mountains believe that the long-term connection between their compatriots and humans has reduced the reputation and tradition of the dwarves. In contrast, in the opinion of the imperial dwarves themselves, their compatriots living in the mountains in the dwarf kingdom are too conservative and short-sighted.
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Despite this, when their compatriots are in danger, most of the mountain dwarves are still willing to accept them, and the plains dwarves are also willing to contribute their own strength to the revival of the mountain kingdom's homeland.
Snorri coughed twice to get over the conversation. As far as he knew, compared to the tribesmen of the World's Edge Mountains, the tribesmen of the Black, Gray and Dome Mountains were relatively more open-minded.
The current situation may be because the bartenders have been robbed of a lot of business. After all, the foreign tribesmen do not have a fixed industry here, so it is very reasonable to engage in the service industry and open a pub and restaurant.
"Seller, I haven't walked this trade route for many years. I have been running north some time ago. Compared with it, it is warmer here! Karak-Kaderin goes further north to Kislev, and the wind
The snow is so cold!" Snorri started a new topic.
"Yes, there are quite a few adventurers from Kislev who come to us to make a living! Don't tell me, they really have an appetite for us!"
"Karak Zfulin, how will the weather be at the end of the year? If it's too cold, my old cold legs will have to buy something to keep warm in advance!" Snorri brought the topic back to Breeze Castle.
"Hey! Over there, as the name suggests, Breeze Castle!" The bartender pushed a glass of golden wine full of bubbles in front of Snorri.
"The climate is quite warm! In winter, the hot and humid sea breeze comes from the vast ocean, so there is no snow at all in the northern section of the Gray Mountains!" the bartender said with a smile.
"That's really good. I heard that Master Snorri has a secret mission this time. Do you know?" Snorri decisively threw himself out to close the relationship.
Thanks to Tibetan Sea Area for the monthly pass reward, Chi reward reward, and Marshal Scudder monthly pass
