At dinnertime, the group gathered around the campfire and waited for the scorching meat to be cooked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The camps built by Teklin were scattered and well-organized, and the fortified camps were divided into three sections according to their status, and the meals were probably done in this order.

For example, the first to eat were Teclin and his caravan leaders, followed by the Dwarves and Half-Blood Serpents. This hierarchical order of eating by social class also allowed Charlotte to subvert the impression she had originally obtained from the book.

Until then, Charlotte had always thought that the dwarves were a big family that loved each other. And during this time of getting along, Charlotte also realized that dwarves, like humans, are a civilization with distinct social classes.

The status of warriors and priests was the most exalted in their kingdom, and of course, the best craftsmen were also of extraordinary status, followed by farmers and commoners, and at the bottom were merchants.

Except for the merchant class, there is almost no difference from humans!

In addition to this, it is said that there is also a unique spell-casting civilization in the dwarven society, and they are known as rune mages. Unlike ordinary spellcasters, who rely on magic and spirits to cast spells on the spot, rune mages will place spells that have been constructed long ago into special carriers, most of which are good gems with good pro-demon properties, and when it comes to battle, rune mages can easily release pre-prepared spells in an instant.

It's a bit like a magic scroll made by a mage, but the craftsmanship is much more sophisticated and masterful.

As the benefactors and distinguished guests of the caravan, Charlotte and the others were not in the order of dining. At this moment, he and Sylvia sat in the center of the camp with two apprentices, waiting for the special jerky to boil in the thick soup.

It doesn't taste like much, but it's a good treat for a trip.

However, this is not true for Icewind Castle and his party, and in the past two years, Sylvia has not always accompanied a few people on trips. From time to time, she would leave the Dark Lands and use teleportation spells to go to Icewind Castle to deal with something. By the way, there will also be some fine food supplies.

At this moment, she reached out and took out a bottle of cold red wine and juice from the void, and along the way, placed a plate of exquisite fresh pastries on the spread out picnic cloth.

Vivien and Lolita immediately poured a small half glass of red wine for the two of them, and each added a drink to their own glass. Then Lolita's eyes rolled and she wanted to reach for the beautiful pastry.

Her careful thinking did not succeed, and Charlotte slapped her hand away without hesitation.

"Your food is here. Charlotte gestured to the jerky that was about to boil, "Remember, this isn't a picnic!"

Lolita pursed her lips pitifully, blinking at Sylvia with watery eyes.

If it was the doll-like Sylvia of ten years ago, even Lolita would not have paid attention to her if she was splashing and rolling on the ground. But the current princess of the ice lake tilted her head slightly, thought for a moment, and then divided a part of the pastry from the plate and gave it to Lolita and Vivien.

When she saw the excited expressions of the two little mages, Sylvia also had a subtle smile on her lips.

"Sister, you spoil them so much, this is not an outing!" Charlotte said half-complaining, half-jokingly, scooping the boiling soup with a special insulated soup spoon.

"Yes. Sylvia sipped her red wine, her soft eyes like two bright crescents, "Then this is the last time." ”

I don't know if it was the effect of the alcohol or what the reason was, Sylvia looked at Charlotte who was busy serving soup in front of the cauldron, thinking about the way he complained that he had spoiled his apprentices too much, and her cheeks were dyed a pale red like a thin cloud dyed red by the setting sun.

When she thought of her shame, her eyes melted away from the ice and snow, glowing with a gentle glow. The smile on the corner of his lips is also like a branch in early spring, delicate and timid.

"The teacher is such a big badass!"

Lolita, biting into the pastry, puffed out her cheeks and stared at Charlotte's back with resentful eyes. This time, even Vivian, who had always been quiet, was depressed and puffed up.

"If you talk a little more, you might not even be able to eat much of the last pastry. Charlotte scooped up the soup and replied perfunctorily, "Ah, it's late." ”

As soon as the words fell, Elle turned from the original white jade book into the form of a young girl, snatched some pastries from the two girls' plates and stuffed them into her mouth.

When Lolita and Vivien stopped their plates like hens guarding their cubs, Elle, who was full of mouths, looked at Sylvia with bad intentions. But this time, she hesitated for a while, and finally didn't have the courage to grab it, so she could only show a pitiful and flattering expression.

Charlotte no longer paid attention to the interaction between the women behind him, he concentrated on scooping the thick soup and filling the jerky into small bowls. He seems to be concentrating on the kitchen work, but in fact he is thinking about it.

As I said at the beginning, because of their upright character, the dwarves looked down on merchants who competed for profit in their social concepts.

So the question is, why did Teklin Coldiron, a nobleman who claimed to have the royal blood of the noble Molten Iron Keep, go into business?

Not to mention that he is a fool with a bad brain, if he is really stupid, how can he know how to fool those races with his honest appearance, but strangely, he does not look like an untalented warrior, although it is impossible to accurately determine the age of the other party, but if it is true that he is only seventy-eight years old as Teklin said, then in terms of the life cycle of the dwarves of about five hundred years, he can indeed be regarded as a talented warrior.

But assuming that everything he said was true, how could a nobleman of extraordinary status and talent come out to run the merchant, and what was even more interesting was that there were many dwarven warriors of extraordinary strength in this caravan, and it was impossible for them to suppress twice the number of half-blood snake slaves.

To sum up, this dwarven caravan is full of suspicions!

Charlotte handed the broth to the girls, and he held his share of the broth, and looked at Teklin, who was roasting a leaping deer on the campfire not far away, with a thoughtful expression.

On the other side, Teklin seemed to sense Charlotte's gaze, and he shook the soon-to-be-roasted deer and gave Charlotte a hearty smile.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and pouted to stop looking at the interesting dwarf. Whatever the caravan's secrets were, he thought, were none of his business, and that he was only after the Eye of Alvira. Other than that, everything else is out of his mind for the time being.

If this strange dwarf wanted to beat his own group, Charlotte and Sylvia would have been able to give him a sense of true despair in a matter of minutes.

Charlotte refocused on dinner, chatting with the girls and occasionally discussing academic topics with Sylvia. Just as the bowl of soup was about to bottom, the heavy footsteps of Teklin Hantie rang out behind him.

Charlotte turned around and saw that the seemingly honest dwarf had come to Charlotte's side with a sincere smile and a fat leaping deer leg.

"Hey, Brother Charlotte, look what I've got for you. Teklin placed the roasted yellowed leg of the leaping deer on his plate, "My good brethren are getting tired of eating jerky every day, aren't they?"

As he spoke, he shook the jar he held in his left hand as if he was about to drink with Charlotte.

The drama is finally here!

Charlotte smiled unsurprisingly.