Solar calendar, January 1734, Holy Capital, Gilsde, Tavern

The war is over, the city is gradually recovering, and everything seems to be gradually getting better. However, the departed will never come back, and this is a fact that everyone must accept. The guilds lost many people after defending Yunnell, and various large and small memorial events began to be held in various places soon after the end of the war.

Gilsde was home to the guild's headquarters, and there were many such events, and the guilds were reluctant to end with a general memorial ceremony. Their memorial ceremony will list the name, deeds, and causes of death of each victim, pay tribute, bury, and offer flowers. None of these steps can be sloppy, so in the days after the end of the war, except for the Morrod Academy, there will be a guild's memorial ceremony held every day, and as time passes, the white roses in the Great Garden of the Holy Capital are almost finished.

However, no matter how many people there are, there will eventually be a head, and when all the memorial services are over, it means that the guild will come out of its grief and everything will return to normal. However, it is easier said that with so many people dying, their departure was a big blow to all the guild members. Feelings don't heal so quickly.

The tavern thus became a place to relieve this grief. It coincides with the New Year, and the tavern also happens to have a batch of good wine, although there is no New Year's celebration for the sake of memorial this year, but no one can hinder the carnival of the tavern. Once the domain of warriors and dwarves, now thieves, mages, and priests can be found in the tavern at night.

"There are so many people today. Father Joseph looked at the overcrowded tavern and smiled bitterly, "It's been a long time since I've seen anything like this." He pushed open the low door and walked in.

"President!" Seeing the president of his family, Vice President Carter waved his hand at him, "Two glasses of mead, thank you." He gestured to the bartender.

"That's Hopler's favorite drink. Hearing the word mead, Father Joseph frowned slightly.

"Isn't it, this method of brewing was taught to this boss by him from the south, just so that he could have a sip here in the New Year. Carter remembered the warrior and fell into memory.

"We've all lost to the dwarves several times in a row in the years he's been away, and none of those new savage cows can drink!" the president immediately took a big sip of the wine, but Joseph's expression was not satisfied at all, "Sweet, not enough, this can also be called wine?" ”

Carter stared at the wine glass, "There are two fewer people this year, and Bosda will bring someone later, can the two of us do it?"

"That Hopler boy—" Joseph clenched his fists, "he said that he would be an old cow, and that he would spread all the suffering he had suffered in the past, and what he said in the tavern on the New Year would be regarded as a fart the next day, and he actually ran away like this! Darren, Fisher didn't learn well, so he ran with him!"

"President, my stomach has to be reserved for the game against Bosda. Carter stopped him.

"What to keep!" The more Joseph spoke, the more bitter his heart became, "Bosda can't win when he comes, can we two bear his gang of drunkards?"

"President—" Carter knew that Joseph had no intention of playing, so he simply raised his glass as well, "Full! bartender!"

The two of them touched their cups and drank them with a clatter.

Fire dragon wine is the strongest wine in this tavern, and it is a New Year's special, the taste is spicy and scorching, three cups can make people unable to find the north, and the two warriors just let one cup go down.

"Hush. Joseph looked around at the guests of the tavern today, although there were many of them, but there were few who dared to drink dragon wine like them, which made him a little proud.

But soon, he found that there was a very special table, it was the back of a woman, there were two wine glasses on the table, and they were both fire dragon wine, and the woman would change to another glass after drinking this glass, which was extremely fast

, and don't just drink anything.

Joseph froze, a familiar feeling flooding over him. He walked slowly over to the woman, then sat directly across the table.

Joseph was completely stunned at the sight of the woman's face, and Carter, who was at the bar in the distance, noticed the president's unusual "What's wrong?" he thought about it.

"Nothing, just met an acquaintance. Looking at the woman and the wine glass on the table, Joseph spoke, "Later, Bosda is going to come and drink with us, my Hopler can't come for something, can you take it for him?"

"That's my Hopler. The woman drank the rest of the cup in one gulp.

"He was taught by us, of course ours. ”

"He's my team, so count me in!"

Just as the two naïve fellows were arguing over an inexplicable matter, the wooden door of the tavern was opened again, and the dwarves entered.

"Just these people?" the woman looked back at the bearded little ones, "you're old too." She grabbed her glass, "Let's go!" and dragged Joseph to the bar, "Come, who dares to fight with me!"

The woman roared loudly, drawing everyone to look at her.

"President—" Carter looked embarrassed, and he pulled Joseph aside, "Aren't you afraid of Rukia's knife to seduce women here?"

"She didn't dare!" Joseph laughed.

"President, you've drunk too much. Carter looked around vigilantly, "I'll go first, no one will collect your body tomorrow." ”

"Eh!" Joseph roared and grabbed him, "Let's go, with her, we're going to win!" ”

"You all know each other?" Carter glanced at the woman when he heard his father say this, this woman's demeanor looked a little vulgar, and she was more mature, and she looked quite good, but her limbs were stronger than ordinary people, and her breasts and ass were also...

"What do you see!" the woman stared at Carter and dropped her glass.

Carter only felt a coercion appear on him, and this was just a glaring at the other party.

"Rules. Joseph patted him on the arm, and by this time Bosda had already approached with his team of dwarves.

"Yo, Bosta!" Daddy greeted with a smile, "Why didn't Vice President Karnak come?"

"He's still tinkering with hopeless machinery. Bosda stroked his beard, "What, you brought a woman to fight for wine today?" The previous woman's provocation Bosda couldn't ignore it, he jumped and sat down on the seat, "Little girl, you..." Before he finished speaking, the woman's face turned around, and the dwarf saw this face and fell off the chair with a bang.

"You've been so careless, Bostar. The woman said and drank the wine from the cup again.

"Quick!" called Bosta to the dwarves beside him, "drag Karnak over to me, and all the other dwarves who have time to drink!"

"President, you are..."

"Go!" Bosda raised an eyebrow, "I swear by my beard, they will regret it if they don't come today, you just tell them." ”

Looking at the dwarf's panicked look, Carter became more and more curious about the woman's origins, "What the hell is this lady coming from?" he asked Joseph quietly.

"I can't tell you yet, and I shouldn't say it. Joseph sat down behind the woman, "We can watch the battle today." It's not our turn. Daddy snapped his fingers at the bartender, "Mead." ”

"President, why did you drink that again?"

"I can't get drunk today, I need to see what that Bosda guy looks like when he drinks and vomits. Daddy laughed, "Hopler, that guy, he knew we were complaining about it."

Did the woman send it?"

Hearing the president's oath, the dwarves who were a little confident in their own alcohol consumption rushed over, and soon a huge team was formed, which completely burst the originally crowded tavern, and finally only let some of the dwarves line up outside, and the people inside fell down and threw them out to change them in.

As everyone arrived, the race began, "Let's put ten barrels here." Joseph called out to the boss, the bartender couldn't stand such a big scene.

After a while, the wine that Daddy wanted was in place, and there were ten barrels of aged dragon wine.

Bosda looked at this woman with a tangled expression, and Kanak beside him was also "confident!" The two presidents of the Forging Guild didn't want to take the lead, and they encouraged the stunned young people around them to come to the stage.

"Three, three, or too slow. The woman said with a smile.

A few ignorant dwarves jumped up when they heard this, and there was no human mockery of the dwarves at the wine table, and the three of them picked up the wine glasses and "poured them full!"

And just like that, a contest began that all the drunkards were regarded as legends.

At first, it was actually normal, a few people went back and forth one glass after another, but soon the woman said again, "It's too slow!" She picked up the glass and pulled the lid of the barrel, using the glass as a spoon to scoop up the wine.

How can there be such a person who drinks so much, opens the barrel like this, if he doesn't drink all the barrels, it will be wasted, the boss glared at the woman, but he didn't dare to lose his temper, he could only watch with his hands tight.

The other three dwarves were stupid when they saw each other like this, this woman is too crazy, I've never seen this way of drinking, it's wine.

"Don't dare?" the woman smiled mockingly, and if she didn't dare, she would go down, and there were still many people waiting behind.

"Why don't you dare!" There was no way back, and the dwarf at the head walked to a barrel and broke the lid like a woman, but then he regretted it, and the aroma of the wine from the barrel of aged wine covered his face directly after opening the lid, and the dwarf fell to the ground three times in one step.

"Carry it away. I poured it before I drank it, and it was useless. The woman said, gesturing to the other two, "Go ahead." ”

However, the other two didn't last long, less than a quarter of a barrel, and the two dwarves fell, looking at this posture, the remaining those who were not qualified retreated, leaving a few who were in the way of face and did not hold out for a few rounds, and soon, there were only two presidents left in this huge dwarf team.

"Today, we're going to be ashamed!" Bosda and Karnak sat down at the bar together.

"Then come on. The woman's face flushed slightly.

"She drank so much, can this stomach stand it? She didn't go to the toilet once. Carter looked at the horrible woman.

"Don't think about it so much, you just have to admire the way they get drunk. "Joseph hadn't picked up the cup for a long time, he was already full.

In the early hours of the next morning, the woman staggered out of the tavern alone, her figure looking a little languished in the light of the rising sun. Holding on to the wall, suddenly she clenched her fist, and a wave of qi erupted from her body.

"It's boring. The woman's face stopped red after the air wave, and she shook her head, and her steps stopped shaking, "Go to sleep, and go to Calvin's in the afternoon." ”

The dwarves and warriors in the tavern were all asleep, there were all kinds of vomit on the ground that looked a little disgusting, and ten barrels of dragon wine were drunk, which shows the tragic extent of this competition, but when it was all over, no one knew what the woman was about, but because of this, this competition can become a legend.

。 m.