Hank returned to the square after greeting the village chief, smiled at the lively village and the busy boys, untied the wine bag around his waist and took a big sip. It seems that after years of training, this group of little bunnies has also learned a lot of things called "sleek". Hank felt that the day when he would let go of his burden didn't seem too far away.

"Excuse me, are you the leader of this caravan?"

A slightly unfamiliar continental lingua franca came from the side, and with the voice, Hank noticed that it was a young boy from the elven clan who greeted him. This kid doesn't look much different from the other kids. (The dwarves seem to be about the same in appearance.) Similarly, the elves seem to be more or less the same as the dwarves. But with years of experience and intuition, Hank discovered a glimmer of light hidden in the depths of the child's eyes.

(Thank you so much for the dead ones, I don't know where you humans got so many flowers!) Don't underestimate any children, the elderly, women, or prisoners! It's a truth. ）

After suffering a loss and growing wise, I don't know how many times he paid a terrible price, Hank remembered almost every word of advice from his human friends with his own wounds and the blood of his friends. This is also the reason why Hank became the leader of the largest trade convoy in the entire dwarven race.

"What's the matter? You know, kid. We don't have much in common between our two races. In many cases, it has not evolved into a national martial arts, which is already the blessing of the gods. ”

Hank's fluent Elvish language nearly caused Drew to dig a hole in shame. TMD is more authentic elven than me! Drew knew that he really didn't have much talent in linguistics, both in his past life and in the present. But when he looked at such a strange dwarf, Drew really knew that this world was the same as the previous world, and there were many people who took pleasure in hitting others with their talents.

A little blow to the elf's self-confidence, and after finding that people were sighing, he was a little satisfied with the evil Hank, who was holding his hands on his chest, waiting for the other party's speech.

"Deal! It doesn't matter if it's an elf or a dwarf, the attitude towards cargo should be the same! Isn't it? ”

After experiencing a collapse in self-confidence, Drew decided to take a big dip in the dwarf in front of him in the trade to satisfy his already twisted mind. The voice also unconsciously raised by two points.

"There are too many people here, do you think you can do it?"

"Yes! Boys, don't get into trouble with the goods! I've got something to get out of here! ”

Despite being a merchant, Hank is also a golden seventh-level dwarven warrior. For this elven kid Hank, he didn't think anything unfriendly would happen, fists are often proportional to self-confidence, and the most feared of any conspiracy is often fists.

Hank followed the child to a house northwest of the village. After looking around and not too many people, he spoke.

"There aren't many people here anymore, and it seems that the adults of your elven clan are busy going to the center of the square to trade. Let's just say something. ”

"I must get your assurance, sir! You cannot disclose the contents of this transaction to anyone. Otherwise, I would have to find another way. I think that's going to be a big loss for both of us. ”

Looking at Drew, Hank was even more determined. This kid is definitely not simple! This tone has caught up with the cunning goblins! If it weren't for the fact that the kid made him feel exactly like the other elves he hated, Hank would have begun to wonder if his eyes were glazed.

Hank made a decision. It also became the most correct and perfect decision in his life. This decision was passed on to the world as a legend by later troubadours, and it also made Hank a disgrace to the goblin clan to warn their descendants about the entire race.

"I can swear by Hur Hughton's name, but your goods must give me the value to swear! If not, I don't mind if you hang on that tree at the head of the village and bask in the sun for a day. You should know that the wrath of a high-ranking professional is not something that everyone can afford. ”

After getting Hank's promise and informing each other of their names, Drew pulled out the small wooden barrel he pinned to his waist. The golden-tier warrior was keenly aware of the sound of liquid flowing inside.

"I'd like to trade wine for some metal and gems, Mr. Hank. This is a sample of wine, I have a lot of wine, of course I hope you will show some sincerity on your side. ”

Looking at Hank, Drew sneaked a look at his cheat again and reconfirmed Hank's information.

Name: Hank Iron Block

Race: Dwarves

Age: 484 years old

Main Class: Level 47 Warrior (Gold Level 8) (Heavy Axe Mastery)

Level 33 Hunter (Silver Level 4) (Prey Tracking)? Class Adventurer

Subclass: Level 45 Blacksmith

Level 22 Chef

Level 48 miner

Level 56 Merchant

Level 9 physician

Level 50 appraiser

Character: Seems to be a strange dwarf with terrifying merchant consciousness and intuition, but can still easily complete the instant kill of you with the main class that is not low.

The undisciplined golden finger is still a vague mess of information. But it's better than nothing, isn't it? And for the evaluation of the strange dwarf, Drew deeply expressed his sympathy. The level 56 merchant seems to have three full levels more than the average merchant, and one more big rank than Hank's own main class warrior, which is really awesome. Drew remembered that the leader of the goblin caravan he passed by last year was only level 40 and a little out of the merchant level.

Of course, without this merchant rank, Drew would not dare to take risks. Drew knew how terrifying it was to have a merchant level of 50 or higher displayed in the system. So at the risk of being exposed, Drew took a gamble. Fortunately, judging from the results, Drew's career as a gambler has ushered in a good start.

After taking the small wooden barrel, Hank was stunned, because it was a small wooden barrel containing fruit wine, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart. But his duty as a businessman made him unplug the small wooden barrel.

(Hey, hey!) It's all white quality beer, yes, but with my level 90 chef skills, if you don't fall into the pit, I'll change my name! How many things are good in the pit? Hey, hey, hey! ）

Hank shuddered inexplicably, his skeptical gaze drifting to Drew. The instincts of the high-level professionals told Hank that the kid must have something very bad in mind. But then a scent caught Hank's attention, and Hank realized that the cask was not the fruit wine he had imagined.

"Beer? When did the elves start brewing beer? And are you sure you're not secretly taking your father's treasures? ”

With suspicion, Hank took a small sip......

"Good wine!" As a race of alcohol, insulting alcohol is simply impossible for Hank, Hank swears that this is the wine he has drunk since Elven Moondew, Barbarian Glacier Spirit, and Orc Blood Milk Drink, Hank never thought to drink this feeling from beer!.

Almost without hesitation, Hank poured all the beer from the cask into his stomach in the blink of an eye, burped and licked his beard. Regardless of the elf who was already stunned next to him, he reminisced about the beauty in it.

Drew knew that he had run into the restaurant, and he also knew that Hank's big boss had fallen into his pit, and now everything was just a manhole cover~