Chatting aimlessly and sipping on wine, the Silverbearded Dwarf felt that it was the best night he had ever had since leaving Aveli's hometown. Soon, two bottles of Lester and one bottle of juniper berries were easily bottomed out. Without waiting for the dwarf to speak, Moriarty directly called the bartender and added three bottles of red dewdrops. And this wine, which seemed to concentrate the best essence of grapes, immediately raised Guderian's good mood to a new level, and if it were not for the public place of the bar, the dwarves would not even be able to help but start singing aloud.

"Guderian, can you show me your warhammer?" Touching the cup again, Moriarty drank the icy red dew in the cup, and suddenly said.

"My hammer? Okay, here you go, see. "It stands to reason that dwarves cherish their weapons and will not give them to others. However, after a little hesitation, Guderian still picked up his black hammer and sent it to Moriarty.

"Thank you." Moriarty took a breath and took it with both hands, and sure enough, it was unusually heavy, weighing at least a hundred pounds.

"Oh, you have so much strength." Seeing that the other party calmly took the war hammer, the dwarf was also surprised. He thought that it would be impossible for a naturally "weak" mage to take the ground and move his hammer, and he planned to retrieve it directly if the other party lost his strength, but he didn't expect Moriarty to catch it safely.

"Well, this is made of fine iron mixed with some copper, no wonder it is so heavy." Moriarty scrutinized the hammer in his hand, tapped the black head lightly on the wooden tabletop, and returned it to the dwarf's hand.

"Huh? How do you know? Guderian retrieved his weapon, but looked at Moriarty strangely.

"This hammer, though hard and heavy, must be incredibly destructive when wielded. But matching Guderian's identity as a seventh-level Earth Moradin seems to be a little colder. Instead of answering the dwarf's question, Moriarty said with regret, as if he felt deeply unworthy for the other party.

"It's... This black hammer is already one of the best sledgehammers in the tribe, and the elder gave it to me when he saw me traveling. As if he didn't want his hammer to be taken lightly by Moriarty, the dwarf explained quickly.

"But this warhammer isn't a magic weapon." Moriarty smiled, and there was a dark glint in his eyes: "With your strength, it is only appropriate to have a magic weapon." ”

"Magic weapons... This... It really can't be compared. Hearing Moriarty say this, Guderian really couldn't say anything.

In fact, the dwarves are also a race that is proficient in smelting and blacksmithing. Every year, the plates, maces, steel shields and other weapons produced by the dwarven tribes in the depths of the Avili Forest are hot sellers on the international fire market. The durability and solidity of any weapon produced by the dwarves are second to none, and even the skilled human craftsmen cannot compare to the craftsmanship that the dwarves have passed down for thousands of years. Not to mention that some of the large dwarven tribes also occupy special earthfire furnaces, which are enough to melt the hardest metals to make steel equipment. Therefore, in several epic wars on the continent in history, the dwarves not only provided a large number of brave warriors for the Holy Alliance, but also became the largest weapon manufacturer and supplier on the Allied side.

It's just that, because of the constraints of the innate racial characteristics, very few dwarves can be promoted to the mage profession, and even fewer can become alchemists. Therefore, for a long time, the main market segment occupied by dwarven fire products is traditional equipment. As for the high-end, and most lucrative magical equipment, it has always been the world of Bracada mages.

"No, as your friend, I can't allow a powerful warrior to wield the weapons of an ordinary warrior." Moriarty looked at Guderian, and his tone suddenly became a little high-pitched. …,

"You—" The silverbearded dwarf also looked at the mage a little inexplicably, not knowing what the other party meant.

At this moment, Moriarty suddenly took out a one-star piercing dagger from the space pocket in his sleeve and put it in front of Guderian.

"This is the magic dagger I made zuò. It's not a good match for your status as a Moradin warrior, but I'd like to ask you to accept it. "Moriarty is serious.

"You... 制zuò的... Magic daggers? For a moment, Guderian had the feeling of being struck by lightning and then suddenly crashed, and looked at Moriarty in a daze, while picking up the black dagger in distraction, and then unconsciously stabbed the tip of the dagger into the back of his hand.

"Ugh!" The pain instantly woke the silverbearded dwarf from its shock like the best sobering agent. Although Guderian's palms and backs had long formed a thick layer of calluses due to years of martial arts, no matter how tough they were, they couldn't withstand the piercing effect, and immediately a large stream of blood flowed out of the wound.

"Guderian, are you alright?" Moriarty looked at the dwarf with a faint smile and covered the wound on the back of his hand, but refused to put down the piercing dagger in his other hand, and then took out a healing potion with great care, opened it, and poured the cool potion directly on the wound of the other party: "Wipe it with the potion." ”

"This healing potion—" Guderian felt as if he was making a shameless waste as the deep wound that had been pierced quickly stopped by the magical brilliance of the potion. In the Aveli Forest, the most common healing potion can cost as much as a few green gold leaves. And if it weren't for Yan Zhan's injury, he wouldn't have used this precious potion to save his life at all.

"It's okay, this potion is also from my studio. I'll send you half a dozen later. Seeing the dwarf's unbearable face, Moriarty enthusiastically "explained" again. But if this is heard by Tereshi, he will definitely slander the mage for pretending to be a big guy and crooked his brain.

"You... Do you still have your own alchemy studio? This time, the silverbearded dwarf couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted so loudly that it could even tear down the roof of Roland's Bar.

"Yes, EarthStudios." Still smiling, Moriarty pointed to the handle of the dagger that Guderian was clutching, and there was indeed a small figure of a blue planet.

"Alchemist... Moriarty, are you an alchemist!? "For some reason, the Silverbearded Dwarf only thought that his experience tonight was truly an adventure, and after just one meal, he actually made friends with an alchemist who owned a studio. Could it be that this is what the tribal elders said about the strange fate of the experience, Guderian was a little at a loss.

"Here, put it away. We continued to drink. Instead of letting the dwarf stay in a daze for long, Moriarty covered it with a blanket of dew.

"Good! Cheers! Of course, the face of a good friend should be given, not to mention that this good friend is also a respectable, valuable, and lovely alchemist, Guderian immediately took a deep breath, carefully put away his first magic weapon, and then drank the wine in a sip of righteousness. Then for the first time, he took the initiative to pick up the bottle and refill the mage with new wine.

Who said dwarves are all plain rectals?

Looking at the happy and affectionate expression of the dwarf in front of him, Moriarty smiled and shook his head, but continued to raise his glass and clink glasses with his target.

"Heh, you two are having a good time. The debtors and the bad guys are really together. At this time, a sneer suddenly came from the two of them, and Moriarty didn't need to look at it to know that it must be that Trichy adjusted his mood and came back to continue looking for a venue.

And when he saw the waitress kill again, the silverbearded dwarf suddenly retracted his seat as if he had seen a cat and a mouse, and did not dare to make a sound. It seems that the phrase "unpaid" is really quite lethal to him. …,

"Packed up?" Moriarty didn't look back, just poured two more glasses of wine, handed one to White, and at the same time smiled in the direction of the green-eyed girl, and then said to the dwarf: "I'll introduce you, this is my follower, White." Well, it's White's 'good friend', the most beautiful view of Roland's Bar, Trech. ”

After saying that, Moriarty stood up and raised his glass at the same time: "I mention yì, for the sake of friendship, let's have a drink together." ”

"Okay, cheers!" Moriarty's face has to be given, and the hostess can't afford to offend. To have a drink with the green-eyed girl and ease the conflict, Guderian was very happy.

"Cheers." Whitet nodded, raised his glass, and looked at Treshi.

"Hmph, don't think I'll be able to let you go if you say a few nice words." The green-eyed girl glanced at Moriarty, then at White, and finally reluctantly picked up the cup on the table.

"Cheers!" The four of them touched their glasses lightly and dried them together.

After drinking a large glass of chilled red dewdrops, Tereshi's fair face soon became two more soft flushes, and his eyes became hotter.

"Didn't you just say you were going to drink outside? Let's go. Tresh pressed the cup on the table, and then looked at it defiantly: "After going to the 'pumpkin cart', let's go to the 'Bell Cat' again, and see that Miss Ben doesn't drink you to death!" ”

For some reason, looking at the arrogant green-eyed girl, Moriarty suddenly remembered the black knife, and smiled slightly: "Okay, if you're drunk, I'll let White send you." ”

"Phew! You're drunk! Tresh glared at Moriarty, but his thin shoulder seemed to hit White unintentionally.

"Hehe, let's go." Moriarty took out a Casilias note, threw it on the table, and then turned to the dwarf and said, "Come along." I've just drunk the spirits, and I'm just in time to moisten my throat with a few glasses of the best gin ale. ”

"It's... Good! Almost after a pause, Guderian agreed, with a smile on his face

Thanks to "mygoddie" and "Negative Heavenly Monarch" for their tips.

Dare to ask, is there any recommendation?