The hunter following the nezumi stopped on the ridge of the roof, her vertical pupils reflecting a ghostly light in the darkness. The crossbow arrow in his hand hung low. She didn't expect Jerry to be so panicked that he would choose to break the window and escape into the building, especially if the architecture was still a gathering place for dwarves. In this city, the greatest precept is respect, and breaking into someone's house is clearly a violation of dogma. He was dead, and a wounded rat escaped into the range of another hunter, even if it escaped the cat's pursuit. Angry dwarves will smash him to shreds with their pickaxes and forge hammers, there's no doubt about it.

"Tsk. "It's rare to come across a game worth playing, and she is very unhappy with this self-defeating approach. However, if you think about it, since there is a rat-like creature here, it means that there may be many of his kindreds in the city, are they new arrivals?

"The guy is gone, you can come out. The same vertical pupils, but unlike Catwoman's, Kailas was full of laziness and indifference from his eyes to his tone. He was sleeping by the windowsill, and Jerry's breaking in didn't hurt the alert goblin, but it interrupted his rest, much to his annoyance. However, he still knows about Cheese as the protector of all the nezumi.

"Thank you very much, I'll get out of here right away, I won't bother you. I will repay this kindness later. Jerry said weakly, he had exerted a great deal of physical strength along the way, and now that he was at the end of his crossbow, he was powerless to think about why there was a talking cat in the dwarf's house, and that the cat, despite its very unhappy appearance, did not show hostility towards him.

"Don't worry, it's coming. Isn't it interesting that this city is so big that you ran into this room while you ran for your life? Wait here for a moment, I'll call someone who can help you. The fairy cat said and jumped up and turned the doorknob and walked out. Jerry thought about leaving at this time, but the injuries on his body were not so light, and Catwoman's kick didn't really break his ribs, but it was not much worse.

"These dwarves, individually and in a group, are really two species, what are their bellies made of? some kind of transdimensional alcohol digester?" is welcomed by dwarves is not necessarily a good thing for many people, because in addition to minerals and creations, the dwarves like to share with their friends the most, wine. It is said that there are humans who have drunk and died on the wine table in order to establish a good relationship with the dwarves. Since then, the dwarves have realized that humans or other races have a different tolerance for alcohol than their own, and have been slightly restrained. Well, just slightly. At least Cheese doesn't feel the gap.

If it weren't for the cat elf who pulled the mage away from the dwarves' drinking table with a very tough attitude, this guy who had to drink with the dwarves because he signed the formalities would probably have been drown-induced unconscious. Cheese is not averse to drinking, and sometimes even takes the initiative to drink a little. The key is quantity, for the gray robe where thinking is the meaning of life, he will never ingest alcohol that affects his ability to think, and the same is true in the valley, and he will not take another sip after drinking to a certain extent at each banquet. Those who knew him well knew about this trait, and over time, he had forgotten what it was like to be drunk.

However, when Cheese saw Jerry sitting on the floor against the wall, he was halfway awake from his wine. He had vowed to be the mentor of all the nezumi, and that vow would not change because he was no longer in his actual position, but two things entirely. The mage raised his hand to Kailas, motioning for him not to speak to him yet, and then he took off his gray robe and blouse, and sat cross-legged on the floor, beads of sweat the size of beans flowing down the wizard's pores with a strong steam of alcohol as the magic flickered slightly in his eyes, lasting for nearly a quarter of an hour before subsided. By the time Cheese got back on his feet, he was fully conscious.

"Don't talk yet, I'll check the injury. Kairas, please go and call Kenqi over, and by the way, let him bring something that can be used. The cat fairy casually agreed, turned around and left the room to find Jian Qi, that kid had also been pulled into the banquet before, but unlike the cheese in the banquet center, there shouldn't be many dwarves forcing him to drink. When only Cheese and Jerry were left in the room, the mage carefully examined the nezumi's ribs and whispered, "Even if your body has been adjusted by that guy and is much stronger than most nezumi, you shouldn't be so reckless." The person who trains you should tell you. ”

"Please don't accuse my master, he has taught me, I met an unexpected opponent this time, ahem! really, I didn't expect this. Jerry tried to defend himself, but it was his teacher rather than himself. There is nothing to argue about his defeat in this encounter, but it is not a training problem, and he can only be blamed for his lack of experience.

Cheese pouted, and he wanted to say something, but on second thought, it didn't seem wrong with Clarus's approach. Didn't the man who taught him everything just give him a vague task and kicked him out of the tower and left him to fend for himself? Training can only be regarded as the foundation after all, and what is developed after training can be regarded as truly personal. Thinking of this, the mage didn't say anything on this topic, "Who is the person who injured you? It's not weak in terms of strength, but it's impossible for an ordinary strong human to give you this blow." And these scratches on your body, are they wolfwalkers?"

"Don't be funny, if I really fight a wolfwalker like Mr. Jack, I'm afraid I'll be torn to shreds in two or three rounds. The nezumi said with a wry smile, he still knows the power of the wolfwalker.

"So you still have the confidence to survive two or three rounds of confrontation with the Wolfwalkers? Isn't that already good? Ordinary people have no possibility of resisting when they encounter werewolves. It was a detour to comfort Jerry, and Cheese knew the frustration he felt after leaving training, which he didn't feel less when he was a lion. Frustration is a good thing, as long as you don't kill yourself, you can always become nourishment. But we should also pay attention to proportion, if we put too much nutrients, the roots of the tree will be burned, and if the blow is too great, people will be slumped and suspicious. He was afraid that this fiasco would put the young nezumi in that situation.

"I heard that a big injured rat had entered the house, so let's see what was going on. As he spoke, Kenqi pushed the door in his arms with some medical supplies, his face flushed slightly, and he could see that the dwarven spirits were not a dull drink for the sword seeker either. But when he saw the appearance of the rat man, his face changed. When Cheese explained to him clearly and asked Kenqi to check the situation in Jerry's body by means of a pulse, his face changed again.

"This, well, Brother Rat, have you practiced qi?"