Count Coulosius introduced Dolin to Jarfen Castle. Count Coulotius was very pleased with Durin's visit, not only because of their many years of friendship in the smuggling business, but also because of their deep personal relationship.

He remembered staring at the snow and the wind and the frost as they traveled to Port Havalore, where the dwarf and his men waited in the snow and ice for their arrival. He remembered the snowy maple forest, where they embraced each other merrily. I still remember the cheerful barbecue in the domed stone house, the scene of drinking and talking happily, and the drunk people confiding in each other.

It all seemed like it happened yesterday, but now it seems like a lifetime away, and Coulosius has experienced so much in the past three years that he almost can't remember these pleasant images. Until the arrival of Doohrin.

He happily ordered the steward to set up a table of wine and food, and set the banquet in his bedroom. He dismissed others and lit the candles on the menorah himself, which was a symbolic ritual before the meal.

“WELE・TO・MY・HOUSE.CHEERS!” Speaking in the dwarven language he remembered not very fluently, Culosius lifted the El Tora flask to fill the silver goblet in his hand and raised it above his head.

"Haha! CHEERS! MY・FRIEND!” With a wipe of his beard, Durin unscrewed the lid of the jug and poured a jug of wine directly into his stomach.

"It's been a long time since I've been able to open my heart like this. It's a lot of to deal with all day long! Especially" Culosius shook his head, closing his eyes and taking a sip of the Eltora fruit wine from the silver glass of high wine.

"Ah, each other! The one-eyed dragon transferred me from Havalo in the happy country to the foot of the mountain where our dwarven royal family of Monta is located, and bad things followed, especially to deal with those vassals of the royal family of Monta, and I was also drunk! Durin burped a full sigh of alcohol, and he set the empty flask in front of him. Then he reached out and ripped the fat leg of the roast turkey from the silver plate.

"Are you vassals of the Monta royal family of the Al Ain dynasty also difficult to deal with?" Culosius asked casually, and he simply threw away the knife and fork in his hand and directly broke off the wings of the roast turkey.

"Not at all like the tribal chieftains of Port Havalo, these fellows are more shrewd than the other, and each is more money-loving than the other. In short, all trade formalities, whether it is legal or illegal trading in Iron Fist Fort, as long as you give enough money, it will always become a fair and honest thing on the table. If you're not smart enough, these guys will go around looking for your faults. Even if it's possible that these transactions have nothing to do with the dwarves at all! Dührin gulped down the roast turkey leg and said angrily that the box he had been opened by the pot of wine was a flood, and that it was not pouring out or being happy: "There was a time when my smuggling trade with Sharpe was interrupted for a long time, and I wandered the streets when I had nothing to do, but I was still caught in the private cell of the nobles of Al Ain, and I lived in it for two or three days. Fortunately, the dwarven nobleman didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so he reluctantly let me out again, and charged me for the food I ate during this innocent arrest. I asked me why I had been held captive by this group of money-hungry aristocrats. Do you know how bizarre the reason is? ”

"Oh? Strange is a good word. "Colossius, who was feasting on a large chunk with Dorin, nibbled on grilled chicken wings, picking at the bones without lifting his head.

"The nobleman who captured me said that I was a merchant, so I should stay in the bazaar and buy and sell goods, and wandering and wandering the streets was not conducive to the commercial atmosphere of Tekkenke, and violated the joke of the dwarf king Monta XII when he was full of wine and drink!" Durin laughed and kept scratching against the back of his chair, "My skin is really a little unused to the humid climate here. ”

"Doolin, I have expressed my sympathy for your misery. The reason for the bad luck. Culosius picked up the cloth pressed under the plate, wiped his greasy hands, looked up, and straightened the lace neckline.

"It's not bad luck, our ancestors Ayn Monta and Somra Monta have always regarded me as their darling. Gave me enough luck. Durin pursed his lips, and the dark leopard's eyes narrowed into a slit: "In the end, the reason for this correction is that my temporarily interrupted trade did not bring benefits to this nobleman." He didn't get any benefit from me for a quarter. ”

"Later, I guess he smiled at you again." Culosius picked up a slice of bread from the plate on the table, dipped it in butter and placed it on the plate in front of him.

That's all he could do. Because I deliberately grabbed the guy's handle. As long as I can go to Shixin Palace to ask for His Majesty, denounce him, and pay some more gold. This guy is finished. Durin stroked his beard triumphantly, and stretched out his thick fingers to lift his round garlic nose.

"Yours is the real thing. I guess this guy must want to kill you. That's why you came here to find me to avoid trouble. Cullosius wanted to know why Durin had come to visit him, he had the impression that Durin would always be lost when he went out of the house, and now he was dressed as if he was ready for a long time, and he guessed that the dwarven friend had not come to him alone to catch up and chat.

"That's just a few loose guards. The divine right to send troops may belong to the dwarven king Monta XII, our majesty Estorm. He has guards, I have buddies, and I can equip dozens of dwarves as soon as I need them. You're so forgetful, Culosius! Traditionally, we've been buying and selling weapons and armor, and the smuggled night goods have been around our Al Ain dynasty, and it's a big deal to engrave some of our dwarves on these night goods and ship them back to the kingdom of Rinston. In order to avoid all those damn taxes! The chicken leg in Durin's hand was completely devastated, and only one chicken leg bone was gnawed clean. He suddenly knocked on the table with a chicken leg bone: "Oops, talking about the purpose of looking for you." I almost forgot! ”

"Oh?" Count Colossius threw away the knife and fork he was cutting bread with and looked at Durin: "The pleasant conversation almost made me forget to ask why you came to me. I thought you were running away from the nobleman you. Either way, I'm welcome. ”

"First of all, I have heard of the misfortune that has happened in your territory under your control, and I have heard that a large number of monsters have landed on the northern shore of your Santa Kana Lake, and that the surrounding people may suffer a catastrophe. I deeply regret this. Durin looked embarrassed and shrugged his shoulders embarrassedly, "I'm sorry that I just talked about my experience. ”

"So, Arno must have told the one-eyed dragon to come to me." Culosius put away his smile, his expression became serious, but his face was still as red as ever, "I am afraid that you or Arno's is now a fact. As far as I know, dozens of villages have been burned to the ground, and thousands of people have been mercilessly slaughtered by goblins, lizardmen, minotaurs, and cave trolls. And the Raqqa stronghold on the edge of the Jafen Territory has been destroyed. And I can't do anything at the moment. The strength of one earl is simply not enough to quell this sudden black storm. To be honest, I can't be happier lately. I don't worry about it all the time. These monsters have the potential to sweep over, and I am afraid that the entire north and south of Ella Mountain, and even the tyrant-ruled kingdom of Linston will suffer a deep disaster. ”

"Ah, what a bunch of beasts!" Durin scolded angrily, then nodded to Cullosius, "Yes, it was Arno who called me to you. ”

"So—he must have something to say to me, and you're the man he trusts most in the Al Ain dynasty. It's like I trust you. Culosius' eyes were burning as he stared at Durin's dachshund-like lips, "What did he tell you to convey to me?" Sorry, this is important. Because this task must be carried out in secret until it is revealed. ”

"yes, what he asked me to pass on to you is inexplicable. Only Ayn Monta and Somra Monta know if he is sleeping on the kang in the Dome or if he is looking for some warm bedding from the wives of Tekken. Oh yes. I've also heard from the nobles that Arno gave a large sum of gold to the Dwarven King. As for why they did this, those nobles were also tight-lipped. I think it must have been robbed of such a large sum of gold by our dwarven king. The Trians are in our place to receive special care from the nobles, and I am sure that our Majesty will not make an exception for a Trian of this wealth. Durin's answer unconsciously came into his own opinion. This habit made Culosius feel a little dissatisfied. Although Culosius knew that Durin didn't know how important the news was.

"Doolin, I hope you answer me! What the hell does Arno want you to say! Don't play free! Coolosius was apprehensive, and he raised his voice.

"He'll let me say something inexplicable to you. Called—" Durin scratched his head, lost in thought, "what is it called?" Damn, what's the news. ”

"What the hell?" Kurosius pressed the table and jerked up from his chair, startling Durin, who finally understood the importance of the news.

"It's called empty. Don't worry! Let me think! Durin himself began to get a little anxious, and he slammed the double-edged battle axe from his back and slammed it on the table, the blade embedded in the table top, "I have brought all my double-edged battle axes." Your business is my business! Give me some time, I'll remember. What's it called? Damn. ”

"Hope is in vain or is it fanciful?" Count Culosius clenched his fists and looked down at Durin, looking at his dachshund-like mouth.

"Yes, that's it!" Durin's sword eyebrows stretched, but Culosius was quite nervous, "Yes, the inexplicable words that Arno told me to pass on to you are - imaginative!" yes, this! ”

Culosius was stunned for a moment, then sat back in his chair, like a big rock in his heart had finally fallen to the ground. Then, his face flushed, and rows of white teeth appeared in his open mouth, and Cullosius felt the boiling blood in his heart, and suddenly laughed, and praised again and again: "Good! Good! Good! Well done! Cyclops! Wild - good news is frequent! ”

The dancing Culosius was so radiant that Durin couldn't figure it out for a while. He didn't know how the imagination and the frequent good news could be connected. I didn't know that this sentence could have such a powerful charm that could make an earl so excited. He let out a fart, simply put the weird words behind him, and sent the finite food into the infinite stomach, which was what he needed to enjoy right now. After all, he had already chosen to join the of Affenburg, and maybe tomorrow the head that he relied on for food would be forcibly moved by the enemy.

Durin grabbed the remaining turkey.