After school that day, Barry takes Dirk to a dilapidated tavern. Located in the slums, the tavern is one of the few entertainment venues in the downtown area.

Looking at the tavern's dilapidated doors and windows, Dirk turned to Barry and asked, "I said that the person you recommended is reliable? ”

Barry patted his chest and said confidently, "Don't worry, boss, there is absolutely no problem with the person I recommend to you." Uncle Gronn is the best dwarven forger I've ever met, and he's also a good friend of my father, so there's absolutely no problem. ”

The Dwarves are an ancient race that originated in the early world, and the Dwarves have always been loyal allies of humanity, but they are also a race that worships combat.

Dwarves can be temporarily turned into living stones, resistant to any poison, disease, and bleeding wounds, their skin and body are as hard as stones, they are short, rugged, strong, brave, uninhibited, down-to-earth, hard-working, affectionate, and stubborn.

They are harder than all other races, able to endure hard work, trekking, starvation, and physical pain, and live far longer than humans can live, but they are not immortal.

The dwarves are mainly skilled in mining and forging civilizations, and they are also known for their superb skills in making jewelry, and through these skills, they have created a lot of wealth and contributed greatly to the prosperity of this world.

This was all Dirk knew about dwarves, and it was the first time he had ever seen a living dwarf, and he was still quite excited.

Dirk nodded, pushed the door open and walked into the tavern. The interior of the tavern was very old, and there were a few middle-aged men with stubble sitting around six or seven round tables, and they were drinking and talking.

They all held large cask glasses in their hands, and the sound of clattering glasses and laughter filled the slightly dated tavern with life.

The door that was pushed open touched the doorbell mounted on the threshold, attracting the attention of the few people closest to the door. But when they saw that it was just two children, laughter spread throughout the tavern.

"Hahaha, old Jerry, the tavern is running well, even the children have come here to drink. ”

"Children, this is a tavern, which only sells wine, not milk. ”

"What's the matter, kid? I'm depressed at school and want to have a drink or two, hahaha. ”

From time to time, the laughter of these middle-aged people could be heard in the tavern, but there was no malice in these laughter and words, just laughter.

"What kind of tavern are the children, going out?" shouted a bearded middle-aged uncle who was behind the bar. As he spoke, he shook his hand from time to time, signaling them to leave the tavern quickly.

"Uncle Jerry, you don't remember me, I'm Barry. Ryan is my father, and you drank with him, have you forgotten?" Barry said with a smile to Bar Owner Jerry.

Jerry thought for a moment and patted his forehead: "I said, why do you look so familiar? It turned out to be a little drunkard from the old drunkard's family." What are you doing here? Your father doesn't drink with me. ”

"Uncle Jerry, I'm not here to look for my father. I'm looking for Uncle Gron, am I there?"

The owner, Jerry, didn't answer Barry's words, just raised his chin and motioned for them to look towards a corner of the bar.

At this time, the corner of the bar was very noisy, and they were all shouting one after another.

"Gron, Gron, Gron!" he stood there surrounded by a crowd of people shouting, holding an oak barrel and pouring ale into it, "Oh my God, is that guy going to drink a cask of ale in one sitting!?" Dirk asked.

"Hahaha, boss, the one who drinks is the smith I mentioned to you," Barry said.

"You say he's a drinker, aren't you talking about a dwarf?" said Dirk.

Boom! The oak barrel slammed upside down on the table, and no liquor poured out, "Hahahahaha, I'm not old enough to get you guys drunk like women! Jerry, your barrel of ale is like the well water in the backyard!

"Hey, old man Gron, I'm Barry, I've got spirits for you!"

Gronn turned his head and said, "Haha, isn't this a little fart Barry! Everyone's gone! My little best friend is here" The crowd dispersed, and Gronn turned around and suddenly dropped short as a jumper.

"He's been standing on a chair and fighting with other people, and I think a dwarf is as tall as everyone else, and he thinks this dwarf has a genetic mutation!" Dirk thought to himself.

Gelong walked slowly from a distance, four feet tall, his clothes were lined with sheepskin, and a thin layer of chain mail was covered outside, and the orange-red unkempt hair almost covered his entire face, if it weren't for the two twisted braids on his beard, it is estimated that the big red rosacea would have covered it.

Gronn walked over and hugged the silly Barry on the side, those rough hands were covered by a thick layer of calluses, the thick lines of those arms and the muscles as strong as rocks felt that as long as he tightened his arms slightly, Barry would be immediately flattened.

"I said, old man Gron, you have a little strength, and I can't help your ravages with my little body. ”

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I'm so excited. Boy, are you here to drink with me today? Hiccup, come on, come on, I just haven't had enough fun yet. Gronn patted his stomach and said to Barry with a smile.

Barry broke free of Gron's embrace: "Old fellow, let me introduce you, this is my boss at school called Dirk." ”

"Hello, Gelong-senpai. Dirk politely saluted Gronn.

Groon waved his hand and said, "Hiccup, I hate all this red tape the most, boy, can you drink? Come on, come on, drink with me." ”

"Senior, I came to ask you to help me forge something....... Dirk was about to speak, but was stopped by Gron.

"How old are you, hiccup, open your mouth and shut up for anything. Is this what you should say at your age? You should be relaxed at your age, you should be happy. Come on, come on, drink some wine with me. Relax and unwind. As he spoke, Gronn grabbed three large oak glasses from the table next to him.

"Drinking, drinking, today only mentioning drinking and not talking about work. With that, Gronn took the lead in picking up a large oak wine glass. Coo-dong began to pour wine into his mouth.

It was not so much a pour, but a direct pour into his throat, and cup after cup of ale was poured into his mouth, when the sixth cup was drunk. He stopped drinking. I drank so much of you two little guys, why didn't you move?

Barry glanced back at Dirk and asked, "Boss, how much do you drink?"

"No problem!" Dirk said with an assurance.

A few minutes later, Deke collapsed on the wine table and fell asleep.

"Haha, Barry Kid. This guy you brought is kind of interesting. I don't know how to drink, but I drink so quickly, where does I get my confidence?" As he spoke, Gelong poured a few more sips of fragrant ale into his mouth.

"You old fellow. I'm really talking to you about the boss with me, why did you bring him down?" Barry looked at Gronn reproachfully.

"Who knows what you're brought, didn't I try him with wine, Hiccup, at least it's good!"

"Sometimes I don't think you're a madman. Barry gave Goron a blank look.