After Leo and the others had an inexplicable shut-off, Ente and Isenas were also hostile to the dwarves.

Entre and Omoni followed the street to the dwarven drinking stalls.

When it comes to food, the dwarves love large pieces of barbecue and spirits, for whom barbecue is a foil to the spirits, and the spirits are the foil to the big words.

Entre and Omoni sat in the dwarven dining hall and tentatively ordered two large portions of roasted meat.

The dwarf who entertained him had written down Ente's request in his notebook, and then stood there with his arms folded and waited.

The dwarf refused to leave for a long time, and Ente could not ignore the burning dwarf, so he had to ask, "What are you waiting for?"

"I'm waiting for you to order a drink. The dwarf's right foot kicked the floor impatiently.

Ente was slightly stunned and said, "I'm sorry, we just need to barbecue." ”

"What?" the dwarf's nose snorted with a rough breath, "There's never a habit of not drinking something in the dwarf's restaurant! ”

"My church won't let me drink. ”

Ente tried to use the former church as a shield.

"Church, this is the territory of the dwarves!" the dwarf blew his beard and glared, with a "I won't leave if you don't order."

The dwarf's stubbornness completely overturned Ente's excuse, and he had to change his angle and try to convince the dwarf: "You see, I still have wounds on my body, and I'm afraid I'm not suitable for drinking." ”

The dwarf quickly glanced at the bandage that Ente had peeking out of his neck, and instead of stopping the sale, he became excited: "Look! what a terrible wound! This is a true warrior! For the sake of these glories, you must have a cup, I please! Believe me, friend, dwarves are good for wounds if they get strong wine." ”

After speaking, the dwarf hurriedly wrote down two strokes in his notebook and hurried to the back kitchen.

Ent's enthusiasm for the dwarves could only smile wryly.

"Don't be discouraged, it's just a few glasses of wine, and you haven't drunk it. Omoni smiled and patted Ente.

"I'm just a little out of tune with the dwarves' enthusiasm. Ent's shoulder, which was a little uncomfortable, moved.

"Dwarves are always like that. ”

Entre and Omoni had only spoken a few or three words, and the dwarf came running with a large plate.

In the four oak glasses on the plate, the light blue liquor swayed in the rim as if it was about to spill.

"Just these four cups! If you still want it, I can give you half the price!"

Entre and Omoni stared hesitantly at the sparkling light blue wine on the table that they had never seen before.

"Have you ever seen a wine like this?" asked Ent.

"It's the first time I've seen it, but how does this thing look like poison?"

A sharp-eyed dwarf next to him caught a glimpse of what was on Ente's table, couldn't hold back the saliva in his mouth, and walked towards the two of them.

"Hey, are you the Dragon Expedition?" the dwarf greeted as he sat down beside Ente.

"Yes. Enn nodded.

"Sure enough, it's you. The dwarf rubbed his hands together and said, "Your party has made a name for itself in Istanbul these days. ”

"It's a great honor. Ente held out his hand and shook the dwarf's hand.

As the dwarf shook hands, his eyes kept glancing at the wine glass on the table.

"Aren't you going to drink it?" Before he could say a word, the dwarf couldn't help but ask about the wine.

"Do you want to drink?" Ente asked rhetorically.

"If you don't..."

"Give. ”

Before the dwarf could finish speaking, Ente pushed all four glasses of wine in front of the dwarf.

The dwarf was overjoyed, grabbed a wine glass and poured it into his mouth.

As the glass emptied, there seemed to be countless marbles tumbling in the dwarf's mouth, bulging up his cheeks.

The dwarf swallowed hard, and the ball of wine scurried into his stomach.

Then the dwarf suddenly convulsed, and then gave a long hiccups.

"Hiccup———

In Ente's worried gaze, the dwarf let out another comfortable sigh.

"Are you okay?"

"Excellent!" said the dwarf, with a blue glow on his face, "Storm Brew isn't available every day. ”

With that, the dwarf grabbed another cup of Storm Brew and poured it down.

Ente could only admire this.

"Why do you dwarves like to drink so much? Aren't you afraid of drinking and making mistakes?"

"Mistake?" the dwarf burped again. "Dwarven drinking is the biggest business!"

"And what if something is said that shouldn't be said?"

"What shouldn't be said?" the dwarf picked up the third glass of wine and took a sip, the blue of his face becoming more pronounced. "We dwarves never have secrets, and the words spoken are the same when we drink and when we don't!"

Ente was dumbfounded.

In the church, the upper echelons quit drinking not because of self-discipline and piety, but because they were worried that they would say something they should not say after drinking, and that they would expose what they were doing in secret.

These things secretly understand each other, but they can't be brought to the surface.

The dwarf looked at Ente suspiciously, and said, "Do you suspect that we dwarves are not treating you sincerely?"

Ente was startled, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "How is this possible." ”

The dwarf snorted coldly and said, "You humans just like suspicion and infighting, and you are more comfortable dealing with those elves with their butts to the sky. ”

After saying that, the dwarf didn't plan to stay any longer, and turned around to leave.

Before leaving, the dwarf looked hesitantly at the last glass of Storm Special on the table.

Under the watchful eyes of Entre and Omoni, the dwarf finally took the last glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and ran away, leaving Ente and Omoni looking at each other.

Entre and Omoni are despised by the dwarves at the wine table, while Esenus is boycotted by the dwarves at the casino.

"Big Red Horn, Big Red Horn! Run! Show your momentum!"

In a huge running field, hundreds of dwarves gather around and watch the six bighorn sheep in the arena gallop down the track.

"Oh..."

The dwarf staring at the "Big Red Horn" let out a painful groan of disappointment.

"This one must be a bad match for the big red horn, I'll press it for another fifty silver coins!"

However, this is already the third time that Big Red Corner has lost.

Esenas calmly watched the three games, but still took out two gold coins and handed them to little Paul.

"Go, press the big red horn of number three. ”

Little Paul reluctantly took the gold coin.

"Didn't we say we wouldn't gamble? ”

"Just two gold coins, I can restrain myself. "Isennas didn't care.

"Just two gold coins. Little Paul emphasized, and then turned to leave.

However, Esenas did not wait for Paul Jr. to get back the credentials, but the dwarven caretaker who maintained order in the sheep race.

"Please leave the sheep racecourse. ”

The dwarven administrator said to Esenus with a blank face.

"Why. Isenus frowned.

"The dwarves do not welcome cunning humans to gamble with us. There is nothing like the gambling of dwarves and the gambling of humans. ”

"Isn't sheep racing here different from human horse racing?" asked Isenas, puzzled.

"Same, but you're just not welcome here. "The dwarven administrator is getting impatient.

"Okay. As a guest, Isenas was not tough either, so he took a step back and said, "We don't participate in gambling, let's look at the head office here, right?"

The dwarven caretaker thought for a moment, and reluctantly agreed to Esennath's request.

Before leaving, the dwarven caretaker warned again, "Don't talk to other dwarves. ”

After the six sheep started, the big red horn was as Isenas expected, riding the dust and taking the lead.

"I knew you could!

Seeing the dwarf ecstatic, little Paul asked Eisenas, "That big red corner has lost three games in a row, how do you know it's going to win?"

"It's the rider's problem, the rider in the first three is the same person, and the big red horn doesn't work well with him, but it also retains a lot of physical strength for this reason. And the rider who was changed just now, as soon as he got on the sheep, he saw that the tacit understanding with the rider was abnormal, and it was not surprising that he won. ”

"And what about this one? Is it still a big red horn?"

Little Paul glanced at the flushed dwarf.

He pressed all the three gold coins he had just won on the big red horn.

"I can't win, the big red corner has always been in last place, I have been suppressed for too long, and I ran too hard just now, it would be good to have a third place this time. ”

After a brief analysis, Isenas said thoughtfully, "But I probably know the difference between dwarves and humans. ”

"What?"

"Dwarves gamble entirely on personal preference, but humans are all about winning and losing. To put it simply, one is for the mood and the other is for the money, and if you let the humans join, you can quickly sweep away all the gold coins in the hands of the dwarves. ”

"That's the cultural difference. Esenas concluded.

On the other side, Leo, who was walking around the street, passed by the old dwarf's jewelry store for the fifth time.

Nana tugged at Leo's clothes.

"Huh, what's wrong?"

"Do you care about this jewelry store?"

"Huh?" Leo glanced at the jewelry store, only to realize that he had arrived at the old place.

"It's a bit of a concern, since we're the second time..."

"It's the fifth time. Nana corrected.

"Yes, have you done so many times? Leo's face was a little unnatural. "I kept thinking about things and didn't notice. But it's all here, let's go in again. ”

After forcibly covering up, Leo pretended to be calm and walked to the roller shutter door.

There was a crisp knock on the door, and the roller shutter door pulled open a little from underneath.

"Is that you?"

"Yes, it's still us. Leo also crouched down, looking at the dwarven fellow through the shutter.

"For the statues?"

"Yes. ”

"Okay. ”

The dwarf looked warily at the stairs behind him, quietly opened the roller shutter door halfway, beckoned to Leo, and whispered, "Be careful, don't touch the door." ”

Leo and Nana cautiously bent down and burrowed into the shop.

"Your father. Leo made a puzzled gesture and asked, "What's going on?"

"Older people, the memory of hatred is more profound. The dwarf glanced back at the ladder again, and then spoke to Leo.

"My father is almost five hundred years old, and when he was young, he was a soldier in the defense of Histangarh, and many of his comrades died at the hands of humans, so he hated humans very much. ”

"What about you?"

"Me?" the dwarf pointed to himself. "What do you think of humans? To be honest, I'm over 130 years old, and this is the first time I've seen humans. Instead of digging through these old accounts, it's better to sell more things out. ”

The young dwarf was not so interested in what he had been doing four hundred years ago, he only knew that if he didn't sell something, he would have to work as a laborer in the mines to support his family.

Leo understands this. If hatred is not specifically instilled, it tends to fade between three generations.

As far as human beings are concerned, since 400 years ago to the present, at least 20 generations have passed, and under the change of thinking from generation to generation, the hatred with the rest of the race has long faded, and only historical records remain.

There is no shortage of Dwarven companions in the current Adventure Party, and there is even a Dwarf in the Five-Member Council of Artisan Town.

It is only because of the average lifespan of four hundred years that the dwarves have made the hatred fade for a long time.

"Would you like to tell me about the statues?"

"Absolutely. It would be better if you were willing to buy them. The dwarf said happily.