Chapter 325, Dwarf Tavern

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The town of Jean in the Earl of Glamorgan is different from other Britannian cities. It is more prosperous and orderly than ordinary human cities. Merchants come and go in carriages, and there are many shops on both sides of the street. , Bags of grain, spices, sugar and cloth are piled up from the store to the street. This town is not as stinky as other Britannian cities, and it is relatively much cleaner. There are many knight-errants every day. They came to this town looking for an opportunity, and they came for the reputation of the Fairy of the Lake, the champion of God's Choice, Ryan Malcador.

At the gate of the town, Ryan's family coat of arms is hung on the gate of the town. Local residents come and go. There are large tracts of farmland everywhere near the town. The fields are full of wheat and various food crops. The number of free people is increasing. , patrolling sergeants often pass by the walls and streets of the town. They wear chain mail, swords hanging from their waists, shields and hand crossbows on their backs, and gorgeous blouses on the outside. They have a murderous look on them. When they came out, they were all experienced troops. Occasionally, knights and sergeants could be seen patrolling. Earl Lane led their troops to win one victory after another. They just returned from victory, and everyone got Many were seized.

Raymond also stayed in a patrol team. After signing up, he went through quite a long period of training before successfully joining the Halberd Battalion. It is said that the reason why he was able to join the Halberd Battalion was because he was in the Battle of Lyonnaise Plain, The Changji Battalion suffered a loss, so they specially recruited 30 people, and Lei Meng happened to catch the last train.

Entering the Halberd Battalion and becoming the earl's soldier, the salary is quite generous, and he can earn nearly one gold crown a month. In his spare time, Raymond can also work in some shops and workshops to earn extra money, and his life is still good. The two daily meals are normal diets, and every three days you can eat some meat, sometimes roast meat, sometimes broth.

A group of people were patrolling the street. Raymond was holding a halberd. The halberd was exquisitely crafted, obviously a dwarf's handicraft, but the dwarf's craftsmanship also meant that the halberd was quite heavy. After a period of training, Raymond could barely use the halberd. Halberd, according to the words of Lord Knight, he is still far away from becoming a qualified recruit.

"...At that time, those terrible barbarians rushed towards us like a black river. They all had pimples on their faces and wore heavy armor. Many goddamn barbarians had horns and even extra hair on their heads. I saw that kid Ricardo wet his pants in fright, what a disgrace!" During the interval between patrols, a halberd soldier was bragging to the recruits about his experience in the Battle of Lyonnaise.

He was promoted to sergeant by Ryan and rewarded with five gold crowns because of his contribution to killing a Chaos god-chosen warrior in the Battle of Lyonnasai Plain. This guy was a fugitive slave who couldn't survive a few months ago, and now he not only became a sergeant, but also married the tailor's daughter, he was simply a winner among the serfs.

Envious, the recruits looked at his chain mail and burqa,

Eyes hot.

"Is it so scary?" Lei Meng was with several recruits, and when he heard the senior's description, he felt scared when he thought about it: "Didn't you run away at that time?"

"Escape? Why do you want to escape?" The sergeant said arrogantly: "Our Lord Earl was standing not far from us at that time, and there were more than a hundred knight masters fighting side by side with us in our team , we didn't intend to escape at all, but we persisted in the barbarian attack frenzy! Defended the earl!"

"Come on, I'm obviously afraid of being hanged for escaping." Another veteran said, there was a scar on his face, which was said to be left by the barbarians, and it looked extremely fierce: "We only persisted for a few minutes, The knight masters came to support from the side."

"So that's how it is."

"Let me tell you, those barbarians are really powerful. They can beat us by five or ten. If Master Knight hadn't been directing us to stand in formation, we might have been swept away in one wave." Another veteran Said: "Also, the dwarf friend's cannon is very powerful. The four-barreled cannon mounted on the iron cart killed hundreds of barbarians in one salvo!"

In any case, being able to face the charge of the barbarians and persist for a few minutes without collapsing is enough for these veterans to brag about.

A group of people continued to patrol, they turned a street corner, at the end of the street corner, there was a dwarf bar with a very simple shape.

Outside the dwarf bar is carved a statue of a dwarf ancestor, and then there is a large beer mug. The bar is very large, and "Long Beard Bar" is written in Kazadni and Low Gothic at the same time.

The dwarf bar is about five or six meters high, covers a large area, and is built with stones. It is a landmark building in the town and is also a paradise for dwarves. The dwarves sell malt wine brewed by themselves in it. The fine malt wine imported from other dwarf kingdoms, along the Chinon River, there are now a large number of workshops and workshops, which are in full swing every day, and various orders have been lined up for next year.

The patrol looked at a sign at the entrance of the bar that read, "No pointy ears, cats, dogs, pigs allowed, human friends welcome (no trousers welcome)."

"It's a bar with long beards! Wow, I really want to go in and have a look." A recruit said enviously, "What's a dwarf's bar like?"

"Actually, it's the same, except that the decoration is more refined. The tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks are bigger and more beautiful, and there are many kinds of wine in them." After a while, I drank two glasses of Bagman beer, and it cost me fifty silver coins!"

"Bagman beer!" Several veterans were swallowing their saliva. The best dark beer in the old world was produced by the dwarf Bagman family brewery in the Black Mountains. Its reputation spread throughout the old world. A glass of Bagman beer After drinking, you can top a few black breads, and you can also be immune to fear for ten hours. Thick and refreshing, it was the fine drink these serfs craved.

After returning from the battle, Ryan was very happy that the halberd battalion he had trained could survive the onslaught of the Chaos Warriors for a few minutes without collapsing, and rewarded each of the surviving halberd soldiers with a glass of Bagman beer. Everyone is reminiscing about the taste of Bagman beer, but unfortunately this kind of beer is very expensive. A barrel of beer costs several gold crowns, and it costs about 20 or 30 silver coins to sell a glass of beer apart. The price will fluctuate. They obviously can't afford it.

There are a few dwarves at the door of the bar, apparently just off work from the workshop, they are chatting endlessly, and they seem to plan to have a drink after work.

The dwarves were also bragging: "At that time, those barbarian bastards were about to rush up, and the halberd recruits trained by Earl Lane were all scared to pee their pants. They were all powerful dwarves withstood the pressure. We let those barbarians have a good taste. A round of cannons and guns was fired, and the head of the mammoth was blown off with one shot. Without us this time, Earl Lane may not necessarily win."

"That's right, dwarves are the best!"

A few dwarves chatted and pushed open the door of the bar, and then they were stunned for a while.

Inside the bar are neat wooden tables and chairs, and a large bar. Behind the bar are filled with various beer barrels. Inside, a dozen dwarves are drinking malt wine and dark beer, and complaining about Breton ale by the way. The quality is poor. There are a lot of candles and dwarves' special lighting oil lamps in the bar. This kind of oil lamp is sold in the market. The lighting effect is very good, the smoke is small, and the fire is bright. It is very popular in the homes of knights and nobles.

What stunned the dwarves was that Earl Ryan and his elder brother Angron were sitting in the corner, drinking Bagman beer. On the other side of the table was the dwarf rune craftsman Deron Feinson. And dwarf engineer Dugan-Ironman, with beer and barbecue in front of them, but their attention is focused on the blueprint.

Ryan's little maid, Emilia, was also sitting beside Ryan. She seemed very uncomfortable in this environment. She carefully held Ryan's arm, sat next to him, leaned on him, and looked curiously at the dwarf tavern internal structure.

"Your Excellency Ryan, Mr. Angron, Miss Emilia, do you still need beer? I'll fill it up for you!" The dwarf bartender shook his stomach and reached out to grab Ryan's glass.

"Trouble you." Both Ryan and Angron nodded, and the dwarf bartender stroked his white beard: "No, Lord Ryan, we all want to thank you, we have a new home here, and it's all thanks to your help."

After finishing speaking, the bartender took two glasses of Bagman beer, put them in front of Ryan, and served a plate of roast lamb: "For you, Lord Ryan, I wish you a long and beautiful beard! Haha~ I also wish you My beard is long and smooth."

"Thank you!" Ryan took the beer: "Brother! Cheers!"

"Cheers~" Angron was very excited. He swallowed the mince pie made by the dwarves, drank a glass of dark beer, and then said to the rune craftsman Delong expectantly: "How is it? Mr. Delong , can this be done?"

The rune craftsman Deron Feinson was still staring at the blueprint, with a deep shock on his face: "I really don't know what to say...the ax you are going to make really has something. , I don't know if I can make it, Mister Angron."

"We have a lot of materials, Mr. Deron, I really need a handy weapon, and Ryan needs it too!" Angron's tone was full of expectation.

"I understand, I understand. In fact, it's not that I haven't made vibrating gold weapons." Delong still looked at the drawings. There were two copies of the drawings. One was a weapon Angron designed for himself, with dual-wielding battle axes—the Flesh Cutter , There is also a ready-made drawing that Ryan asked for from the emperor, the long-handled warhammer-the hammer of Thor, the dwarf with a long beard continued: "But what you want me to make is not just a vibrating gold weapon, And it also requires the enchantment of energy absorption and the enchantment of energy cutting, which is not easy to do."

"Then what can you do?" Angron asked expectantly.

"If it's just a simple vibrating gold weapon, of course I can make it, but I can't guarantee that you can make what you want with this blueprint, but I know that there is someone who can make it." Delong was finally disappointed in Angron He shook his head in his gaze: "Because according to the effect you want, it must be an artifact comparable to the 'Gael-Maraz' warhammer in the hands of the human emperor."

"There is a person, who is it?"