Chapter 357 Drunkard

Then Eugen was thrown aside, and Thorian enthusiastically gathered in front of the young dwarf almost immediately. They communicated in Khazalid as if there was no one else.

The dwarves had completely forgotten about Eugen.

Moore is on top, or the Ancient Saints are on top. They probably don't care about Eugen's order of respect.

The oracle watched helplessly as the two dwarves, one old and one young, chatted more and more intensely. He and the Ugor man who was hesitating to speak next to the young dwarf accidentally met their eyes, and they both saw each other's helplessness.

The two humans tried many times to interrupt the dwarf's conversation, but their voices were not loud enough, and the sporadic soft words were lost in the dwarf's thunderous laughter.

The dwarves hugged each other tightly like crazy, beating each other's backs hard, like relatives reunited after a long separation. Sorian's smile once made Eugen mistakenly think that the young dwarf was Longbeard's illegitimate son.

Obviously, this is impossible, both genetically and occultly.

Thorian obviously didn't remember the secret he hadn't told Eugen yet. The dwarf named Calado also probably forgot about meeting Boyer. Eugen watched them laughing and joking all the way. Walked towards the tavern.

I hope Master Teclis won’t pay too much attention to this trivial matter.

Teclis was in the living room communicating with the human lords about the recent affairs in Mirkavala. He did not want to make humans worry too much about higher-level matters, but only slightly reminded them to be more vigilant in the near future.

Human beings can't solve the problems involving the big demon and the evil god. Let Teclis bear the pressure. There is no practical significance in having an additional sharer.

The arrogance implicit in it made the mage wake up. He now, like other elves, regards himself as the only savior of the world.

Even after realizing this, he did not repent or speak out about the drastic changes in the South.

It is enough for Prince Pearl to worry about the changes in the south. The top priority of the lords of Kislev is to stabilize the local situation.

Valery Boye had been informed by his southern colleagues that a new tsar was about to start changing Kislev, and the two discussants only hoped that the tsar would at least do better than Katrin.

No one wants to have a teammate who is holding them back in a critical moment.

However, Valery seemed to think that the heir to the Boha family was worthy of hope, and Tsar Vladimir Boha sounded like a suitable monarch.

At least he knows how to fund the northern border rather than letting it continue to fend for itself after a disaster.

The discussion continued, and the cups of tea were changed. Until noon, Teclis did not wait for the arrival of the human messenger and the dwarf messenger.

After adding another cup of tea, after the two had finished chatting about all the topics, a soldier walked into the conference room with the frightened Ugor and the unnatural-looking oracle.

Eugen coughed lightly, motioned the unfortunate guy to shut up with his eyes, and explained the whereabouts of the dwarf to the Archmage in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Thorian and the dwarves from the land of giants are communicating in a friendly way in the dwarf way. Gentlemen, the dwarves know better than us how to communicate with their own kind. Maybe you should move to."

Eugen swallowed the term "White Butt Tavern" with difficulty. Even he was embarrassed to say the vulgar name of the pub on this occasion.

"Maybe you should move to the tavern in the Flame District."

The Flame Zone is the area around the Daha Palace. When it was originally named, Eugen wanted to call it "Inner Flame", but the simplest name received the most support from the people, and Eugen's suggestion had no choice but to be rejected.

If it were up to the lizard people to decide, there would be a cooler name. Eugen would be happy to see the traditional nomenclature of the lizard people.

Unfortunately, the cold-blooded species ran away to unknown places when the city was first built. Thoreaus in the Daha Temple was obviously not easy to communicate with. Without permission, Eugen had no doubt that he would be guarded by the temple as long as he got close. Instant execution.

Neither Boyer nor the elf mage had any intention of competing with a poor Ugor rider, so the unlucky guy's dereliction of duty was naturally ignored, and he even received the reward as usual.

Eugen watched him leave the flame area and rushed into an unknown alley in the ashes area of ​​the outer city.

Really hope he doesn't end up in an inner city jail for illegal bed dealing.

Eugen followed the mage and the lord leisurely, and arrived at the tavern out of boredom.

The two dwarves occupied a good seat in the middle of the tavern, surrounded by a circle of soldiers with their armor removed, shouting to persuade them to drink, adding to the already warm atmosphere.

Even if the lord arrived at the tavern, no one would notice.

Beer bottles with only sporadic residual liquid left were piled up into a hill next to the dwarf's desk. The two dwarves each held a wine bottle, glaring at each other angrily, and poured alcoholic beverages into their mouths.

No one knows how their bellies hold so much alcohol.

This seems to be an invisible battle, but it seems a bit too exaggerated.

An ordinary human being, Eugen, an ordinary human being, would have died of excessive drinking at this time, thinking this way.

Human men with red faces and thick necks were also holding wine bottles. They couldn't even speak clearly. From time to time, drunkards would hug each other and talk to themselves in illogical words.

In just a blink of an eye, someone fell drunk on the ground and became the new decoration in the tavern. Such decorations were already spread all over the floor.

Fortunately, the Archmage did not speak at this time. Eugen did not dare to think about how embarrassing it would be for these soldiers after they sobered up.

"Sometimes sleeping is more comfortable than being awake. I have felt this deeply." Teclis just shrugged self-deprecatingly. Of course no one here knew that he was once just an ordinary elf who couldn't even walk steadily. , and also seasick.

Valery Boyer did not disturb the dwarf's drinking party, but just found a clean seat and waited quietly for the dwarf to finish communicating.

He had seen dwarven drinking parties in his youth.

The owner of the tavern was uneasy and wanted to accuse him when he noticed the two uninvited guests, but no one blamed him for his normal business.

The two dwarves went to fill the water one after another, then staggered back to the table and continued to drink.

After a while, Sorian finished another bottle of wine in one gulp and muttered vaguely to the North dwarf:

"This is a little too unruly."

Apparently, the drunkard across the table couldn't hear Chang Xiu's complaints and was just drinking heavily.

It stands to reason that the ten barrels they agreed on have been drunk, and the winner has been decided. It is time to decide who will pay the bill.

Thorian burped, unwilling to be the loser, and was forced to pick up another bottle of wine.

This not only involves the elder's face, but also involves his small treasury, which he will not give up.

It wasn't until the young dwarf crashed down on the table, his scorched teeth almost breaking off a piece of the greasy, dirty wooden table, that Sorian proudly slammed the wine bottle on the table.

Eugen wanted to help Thorion, but the dwarf insisted that he was not drunk, so the Oracle could only let him fall to the ground with his legs weak.