Locke sat quietly in the corner, looking at the bar culture that belongs to the planet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was a man in two lives, even if he was in the capital in his previous life, he never entered a bar, he couldn't afford to spend, he could only occasionally listen to other colleagues tell the story inside, and if he was lucky, he could still encounter sexual encounters.

In the middle of the hall on the first floor, a group of people were sitting around, listening to the loud voices inside, and the surrounding crowd let out loud surprises from time to time.

A dwarf is telling the story of his adventures in the crowd.

"Wine is on top! Can you imagine a horde of frostmane trolls rushing at you? They're all that tall! ”

The bushy-bearded dwarf held out his hand high and gestured, but he didn't feel like it was enough.

"You! Don't look at it, it's you! Big guys, those frostmane trolls are a little taller than you, maybe 7.5 feet or so. ”

The dwarf paused to speak, and in one breath he faced himself. The large glass of dwarven spirits on the wooden coffee table was drunk in one go.

He burped, the closet fire reflected in his face, and Locke saw that he was already red.

"Those frostmane trolls, they're about 8 feet tall."

"Hey, dwarves, don't you say, they're 7.5 feet tall? How did it change to 8 feet again? ”

In the crowd of onlookers, someone questioned.

"Oh? Is it? Yes... Well... Anyway, they're all so tall, I can't go to them and say, "Hey, hello, can I measure your height?" ”

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Those frostmane trolls, all with their long fangs, rushed at me with a fierce look, brandishing their weapons in their hands, trying to capture me for their dinner!"

"Among them was a troll who could use sorcery, and she pointed at me from afar, her hand glowing a strange green! Suddenly, I felt like my body was getting out of control, and the trolls chasing me behind me were about to catch up. ”

"The Light is above! I felt like I was going back to the Light! ”

"Suddenly!"

The dwarf stopped talking, staring at the empty glass in front of him, not making a sound.

The surrounding group of people suddenly became anxious.

"What happened all of a sudden? What happened? ”

"How did you escape?"

"Go on?"

"Oh, Gillam's glass is empty, can someone refill Gillam with a dwarven spirit? Thank you very much! The dwarf waved the empty glass in his hand and gestured to the crowd.

"Oh ~ Oh my God! You old fellow, you're here again. ”

"You shameless drunkard! I'm going to cheat on wine again! ”

"Enough is enough, Gillam!"

"Finish your damn escape!"

Obviously, this dwarf has used this trick too much, and the people around him have not bought it.

"Demitina, give this Mr. Dwarf, a glass of dwarven spirits, count it in mine."

Locke raised his arm, snapped his fingers, and said in a loud voice.

"Oh! Thank you for that generous guest over there, and may the Light bless you. ”

The dwarf stood up with his low body and bowed in thanks to Locke.

"Gillam, I have to say you're in good luck."

Demitina walked briskly over to Dwarven Gillam, put down a large glass full of dwarven spirits, and replaced his empty glass.

Dwarven Gillam picked up his glass and motioned to Locke, who sucked off the foam from the top layer of the dwarven spirits and drank it in one gulp.

"But how could I, the great Gillam Ale, be caught by them?! I'm an outstanding winemaker in the ale family! ”

"I pulled out the Thunder Ale I had brewed and drank it all in one gulp! In an instant, my body was burned by thunder, and every pore of my body conveyed their pleasure. I feel like the witchcraft that controlled my body is gone! I shouted! I, Gillam Ale, are the greatest winemakers! ”

"And guess what?" Gillam jumped up and stood on the chair, selling the guanzi.

"How?" The surrounding crowd was really whetted.

"Then, I dropped the Thunder Ale I made, and the Frostmane Trolls smelled the Thunder Ale I discarded, and they didn't chase me, they went to grab the Thunder Ale I made, and they fought for it! Then I took the opportunity to run away. ”

"Cut~~~" In the crowd, there were bursts of contempt and some boos.

"Gillam, I have to say, what a terrible story you have today!" Someone in the crowd said.

"Nonsense! This is not a story! This is my real experience! Gillam's wheat-colored eyebrows jumped.

"You've been saying you're a great winemaker, and it's true that the ale family is a well-known winemaker family, and I've been to Kazmodan with a caravan and have been lucky enough to catch the wine festival! But don't they all live in Kazmodan? Why would you venture out there".

"That's my personal reason."

Gillam said disapprovingly.

"No, you're impersonating, aren't you?" The man speculated maliciously.

"Hey! Be careful when you speak! I belong to the ale family, and my winemaking skills are unmatched! ”

Dwarf Gillam got up in a hurry, jumped up at the inn's table, and looked at the man who had slandered him.

"Alright, alright, just kidding, aren't you serious? Gillam. ”

"Hmph, it's good to know, Rasti Marcus, shouldn't you, as an adventurer, go and crouch on the billboard in front of the town hall? See if there are any tasks that can be taken? Why did you come here to fool around. ”

The dwarf said angrily.

The adventurer, Rasti Marcus, smiled wryly as he leaned against the table with a simple longbow behind him.

"Recently, all the missions have been undead-related quests, and the danger is too high for an adventurer like me who acts alone, so I have to wait."

"Really? You're unlucky. ”

Locke was listening attentively when a capable voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Sorry to interrupt me."

Locke turned his head to look to the side.

A woman appeared in the aisle next to her, and even though she was wearing a long linen dress, it could not hide her plump figure.

Behind her, Demitina Quinn held a large wooden board for serving, on which two cups of Chinese New Year spirits were bubbling white foam, foam flowed down the edges of the large wooden cups on the plate, and two large plates of barbecued wild boar legs were bubbling with the enticing aroma.

"This is the wine and food you called, I'm sorry, I've kept you waiting."

The woman glanced at Scarface, then said to Locke.

"I'm Therras, Thrath Stull, the owner of this inn, you can call me Therras or you can call me the hostess."

"May I sit down ma'am, how can I help you?" Locke got up and asked Hou according to the etiquette he remembered.

"No, no, no, I'm just here to say hello, your appearance looks strange, it's the first time you've come here."

The Lady Therass put her hands on her chest, signaling for Locke not to be so formal.

Locke couldn't help but **** secretly in his heart, the holy light is above, is it possible that human women's breasts are so firm?

Accustomed to seeing the popular airfield in his previous life, the woman Locke has met recently is not small, is it a matter of race?

"Demitina, go and bring our guests a plate of Dalaran cheese, I'm in for a treat."

She turned back to Demytina and commanded.

"Finally, guests, I hope you will have a pleasant night here."

Mrs. Thrass politely smiled at Locke and Scarface, then turned to leave.

"How is she?" The scarface next to him asked coldly.

"It's good." Locke looked at her distant back and replied casually.

Locke, who came back to his senses, hurriedly asked.

"How's that?"

"You know, problems between men." Scarface's face showed a rare obscene expression.

Locke was stunned when he saw it.

"Well, I misread you, Mario." Locke cupped his forehead, "I thought you were a serious person. ”

Scarface Mario picked up the spring spirits on the table and took a deep sip.

"Ah, the aroma of ale is really memorable."

Locke also picked up the spring spirits on the table and took a small sip, the mouth was sweet, not strong, it seemed to be deceived by the name, this texture and taste are the same as the fruit beer in the previous life.

This is probably the most comfortable meal I have eaten since I crossed over.

"Gentlemen~, Dalaran cheese is here~ Please give me a step and let me put down my plate." Demytina came briskly from a distance, like a gust of wind.

"This is a small snack that our hostess gave you after dinner, enjoy it slowly, as for you." Demitian squeezed hard to sit beside Locke.

"Little handsome guy, I'll be free all day tomorrow, I'll stay at the back of this hotel, come to me if you need it."

"Demytia, Demytia, where are you, come and do me a favor!" There was a voice coming from the kitchen, looking for Demytia.

"It's coming, right away!" Demetia cried out by pulling her neck.

She hugged Locke's neck, her chest rubbing hard against Locke's shoulder.

In an instant, Locke's color was red all the way to the base of his ears.

Scarface on the other side eats the boar's legs, and a sneering laugh comes out of his mouth.

"Demytia! If you don't come again, I'll let the boss deduct your salary! The voice in the kitchen said angrily.

"It's coming!" Demetia angrily got off Locke's body and muttered, "What an annoying fellow!" ”

"Goodbye little handsome guy, don't forget to make an appointment."

On the table, Locke's face was buried in the boar's legs.

"Don't be nervous, my lord, it's just a necessary step to become a man."

Scarface kind of understood, his adult chick. However, in this era, it is really a bit surprising that a person from a background like him is still a chick.

"Eat! Where do you get so many words! Locke looked up from the boar's leg and glared at Scarface.