The size of the toddler...... Yes, if I'm not mistaken, it's an underground dwarf toddler.

After the pickling of spices and the baking of the kitchen fire, the hands, feet and limbs of the humanoids were even relatively well preserved, and the "food" on the plate instantly became extremely terrifying in the eyes of everyone, and the smell of smell suddenly became disgusting for this reason.

The Raven kept himself seated, his eyes resting on the "surprise" that the Grey Dwarf had offered him for a second, then looked coldly at the guy standing at the other end of the long table and looked at him with a smile and asked, "What does this mean, Barende?" ”

Her voice was hoarse, with a hint of displeasure in her hoarseness, after all, Castaño's dark elves had already established themselves as supremacy in the Dark Regions, but they were not interested in such vulgar acts as eating humanoid intelligent creatures, which would make a self-respecting and noble drow think that he was humiliated.

And at this moment, this naked humiliation comes from the hands of a gray dwarf.

The gray dwarf then replied, as if it were a matter of course, "This is my surprise for you, dear lady." These lowly dwarf slaves are an eyesore to watch, they are lazy and clumsy, and they must be honored to be a part of you as an ingredient in a dish, right? ”

"So?"

"So I sent my men to choose a slave who was filthy but tender and delicious, and 'dressed' him to you." Barende explained this unhurriedly, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth and licking his lips, accidentally revealing his inner pleasure and some horrible hobby, "Don't believe me, how perfectly this dwarf child's skin is burned?" The oiliness of his flesh and the seasoning of the sauce are so well blended that the tender taste will be as wonderful as a freshly baked suckling pig, how can such a wonderful delicacy not be able to lure the saliva out of your mouth? Hehehe......"

As he spoke, he even laughed softly in front of everyone, not knowing if this appearance was deliberately disguised by him, or if this was the true nature of the gray dwarf officer.

"And that's your answer, Barronde?" Miss Poet placed her fingers on the table interlaced, her dark purple eyes staring straight at each other across the distance of the long table, "Don't tell me that no one is hiding behind the scenes to tell you to do this, it's just your personal decision." ”

Laughing softly, Barende heard the raven's further questioning, but immediately did not rush to answer Miss Poet, but first looked at the faces of the group with interest with the gaze in his eyes, and then looked at Moredi with great satisfaction, who was already stunned.

The same underground gnome thief who had led the adventurers of the Thorn Squad to the city of Palometre.

Moretti sat in the place specially assigned to him by Barende, looking at the roast meat on the plate that still roughly preserved the outline of his limbs, and his panicked heart finally knew why the few people who had pushed the food cart out just now were so dead-faced, and when they left, they seemed to look back at themselves with complicated eyes.

In order to survive, and to try to liberate the city, he had done many shady things for Barende in the past, groveling to curry favor with the brutal gray dwarf officer, apparently not expecting that the other party invited him and the rest of the squad to come over to this feast, just to let himself see this?

How could he do that...... How could he do that?!

Moretti gritted his teeth, widened his eyes and took a deep breath, turning his head to see that Barende's eyes were also falling on his face.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to explode......

The Grey Dwarf's military might was invincible in the eyes of the underground gnomes of Palomet City, and he feared that his impulsiveness would anger Barende and cause his once-held efforts to be swallowed in the past come to naught.

However, this humble dwarf thief did not dare to openly resist the oppression and humiliation of the gray dwarf, but it did not mean that the rest of the people in the room had similar thoughts as him.

For example, His Royal Highness the Prince of the Hearthfire Clan-

"Bang ——!"

"Enough! The warriors of the clan are not ogres! Koto suddenly raised his palm and slammed the table, his angry roar rising with his angry body, his round eyes glaring viciously at where the gray dwarf was, as if about to erupt into flames, "Barend, disgusting bastard! You damn beast!! ”

As his rude voice roared, his right hand pulled the Warhammer weapon he was carrying from the belt on the surface of the armor and held it in his hand.

Somewhat surprised to see Koto's performance, Barende was shocked by the reaction of the dwarven warriors, and then asked the raven reproachfully: "Dear lady, this surface dwarven slave of yours is too presumptuous-huh?!" ”

He turned his gaze, and before he could finish speaking, he looked at the crow, and a black shadow appeared as it quickly swept over the top of the long table.

A few plates were savagely kicked away by the movement of footsteps—and by the moment the gray dwarf came to his senses, there was no one in your seat, replaced by the cross-shaped two-handed greatsword, who knows when it had appeared in the young man's hand!

Urs stomped on the table, the top of the long table turning into a straight line of attack in his eyes, and the spell-like ability "Shadow Attack" provided by the Cloak of Shadow Scales drove his figure like a shadow in front of the eyes of the male drow warriors on either side of the table—

In a short moment, he smoothly moved in front of Barende, his brown eyes had turned a furious blood red when he activated the shadow attack ability just now, and the cross-shaped greatsword weapon was raised high like an executioner's axe.

"Protect me!"

Barende subconsciously stepped back, staring at the young man's sudden attack and gasped, but fortunately, his senior combat experience helped him react as quickly as possible, and hurriedly grabbed the little time it took for Urs to rush towards him as he stepped on the table and let his body fall to the right.

To be honest, he had expected the rest of the team to be enraged by the humiliation that Miela had arranged for him, but he didn't expect Urs's temper to be so short-tempered!

How dare he do it? That dwarven slave on the surface dared to roar at himself just now? How dare this human slave on the surface do it to himself?!

The gray dwarf's mind went blank for a moment, and his emotions at this moment could be described as shocked and angry.

And the greatsword in Urs's hand then slammed down on him—

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