Chapter 39 (2/2)

He saw a dwarf, only about one meter and four in height, but with a width and thickness larger than that of a two meter man. A thick brown hair and the same thick brown beard set him off like a lion. The light and simple dwarf had a semicircular tin helmet on his head - or hair wrapped - and a craftsman's uniform with a double barreled shotgun in his hand.

Wait Zhao Mai rubs his eyes. Am I right? Two black long straight cylinders, black wood handle, two independent fire ropes, this cliff is a dwarf gun. Has technology come to this? Zhao Mai felt his chin and decided to talk about it. One is for the gold coin of fate, the other is for the musket.

Suok, the dwarf, is carrying his own weapons, hoping to find a sense of identity among human beings. Their own dwarf clan is too traditional, and their ability to accept new things is very poor, so their ideas can not be supported. He heard that Nebo is the most open and tolerant place in the north of glarion, so he trekked here to try his luck.

People here are willing to let him demonstrate his weapons, and even gather a number of businesses to observe them. But at the critical moment, I couldn't fire my gun. He didn't get approval, but also attracted a lot of ridicule. Suok, the dwarf, doubted whether he had done something wrong, so that he was spurned by the dwarf God. Maybe I should focus on hammers and tomahawks instead of inventing muskets.

He is going to spend the remaining gold coins in his pocket and buy them as dry food for his return journey. If there's anything left, it's good to bring some spirits as gifts to parents and siblings. In addition to the failure of the firearm incident, the prosperity of neibo town left a good impression on him.

”Hey, dwarf, I'm interested in your weapon. Can you talk about it?” Zhao Mai weighed his wallet and said to Sok, ”I live in the fireplace hotel not far from here, where the stew is very good and the ale is very sweet. I sincerely invite you. Do you have time now? ””Good.” As if he was not wary, Sok readily agreed to Zhao Mai's request.

Anyone who has sniffed the grain reserves without hostility can still be trusted. It is said that people emit different odors under different emotions. Animals with a keen sense of smell can distinguish anger, joy, sadness and hostility. Although I don't know how accurate this method of judgment is and whether there will be cases of being wronged, Zhao Mai has no other good way. Of course, he has to trust his loyal partner.

As they walked, they talked and introduced each other. Zhao Mai naturally still said that, his common language is not good, I hope the dwarf can be more understanding. Suok, a dwarf, has a big beard. People who deal with him regard him as an adult. He is not polite, but who knows he is just an adult.

Zhao Mai's friendship with him quickly turned into a harmonious atmosphere. Before he really started talking about things, the dwarves already liked this kind of human. When they came to the fireplace Hotel, they didn't see the fat boss. Only the chef played a guest role on the counter before dinner.

A small barrel of ale, about 15 liters in size, was bought by Zhao Mai and moved directly to the dining table. The clear foam overflows the oak cup, which makes the dwarf spirit exhilarating. ”Let's drink to the elders, the family and the people who care about us first, and let's put the rest behind us.”

Sok was so thirsty that he wanted to drink his whole face in a glass. The fragrance stays in the mouth, and the refreshing feeling spreads from the throat to the belly, and then to the limbs. He put down the glass and saw that Zhao Mai's glass was empty. He couldn't help admiring his good drinking capacity.

Zhao Mai didn't notice the dwarf's middle finger. He was looking at the direction of the tavern gate. Green came in with some ragged clothes, one arm hanging abnormally, and the other arm clutching a leather bag, which was the one with the salt.