Gold coins are beautiful, both in and out of dreams.

Barrett held the only "beauty" he had obtained, and his index and middle fingers slowly rubbed it, feeling the delicate texture unique to its gold, feeling the uneven lines on its surface, and feeling its slight heat in the palm of his hand, like a flame.

Whether 'she' is queen or not, at least it's golden, Barrett thought to herself.

Ghosn Stove hummed softly next to him, and the name of the ballad was "Beautiful Girl Like a Basket". It's an authentic dwarven ballad, with the kind of heroism that is unique to this race, even if it's a love song:

"Such a beautiful girl, with a waist as strong as a basket, a thick and supple beard, and a voice as loud as a bell;

The shoulders are as wide as the earth, and they can carry the barrel, and the dwarves are poured out for her, and they speak for her;

I'm going to ride the Tabu goats to her hometown, and I've made Warhammer a dowry, and she's given beer as a dowry;

The ore also sang freely, and the magma flowed more cheerfully, knocking on the dwarf's anvil, and letting the sound of forging resound through the hills;

......”

Ghosn hummed more often in dwarven language, but sometimes he also used lingua franca, especially when Barrett was in a bad mood. Because the dwarf knew he didn't like the song.

In Barrryt's opinion, it was not a good song, or it had lost its original charm when translated into lingua franca. In short, whenever the dwarf began to hum, he felt that even the whispers of the devil could not be more "evil" than this.

"'Evil' hides in the details of dreams." Suddenly, a special phrase popped into Barrett's mind, familiar to him, but he couldn't remember who spoke to him.

There are too many familiar and unfamiliar things in front of me, so there is nothing to care about such an inexplicable sentence.

Barrett reached out and touched his waist on the left side, trying to put the gold coin in his hand into the cowhide bag, but he suddenly found that the cowhide bag that had been hanging there all the time had disappeared, just like the dragon skin boots on his feet.

It's good, at least I didn't lose myself, Barrett was a little annoyed.

He subconsciously fumbled with his shirt again, wanting to put the gold coin in the inner pocket of the leather armor. Then he found that he was wearing not the expensive petrified cowhide leather armor, but an ordinary dark gray linen gown.

The dress wasn't his own, but it was still a little familiar, no, it should be said to be particularly familiar. Barrett thought about it for a moment, wasn't this the dress my dad used to wear, and why was it on me?

He shook his head, but found that he couldn't think of anything.

Damn, I must have drunk too much yesterday!!, Barrett patted his forehead. What am I drinking? a whole bottle of golden rum from Qingting Island, or a whole barrel of Garano's strong dark beer with pomegranate syrup?

If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have forgotten where I had left my boots, leather armor, and leather bag, and I had somehow put on my father's old clothes.

The last time he was so depressed was when he first arrived in Bay of Pigs, when he had almost nothing but the Nord sword and half a piece of dry rye bread with him.

My sword!!, the brute thought. He hurriedly touched his right side of his waist, and the palm of his hand touched a familiar coldness. The touch seemed to be connected to his own blood, like an extension of his arm, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Barrett lowered his head again to make sure that the sword was still there, which really reassured him.

"It seems that you have lost your thick scale armor, but you have not lost your claws. The dwarf's voice rang out at the right time.

"Then you're the opposite. Barrett sarcastically said, "You don't have claws, but at least the shell is thick enough." ”

Instead of getting angry, the dwarf fell to the ground and laughed. He laughed so exaggeratedly that he rolled all over the floor.

"You're right, claws are more useful than turtle shells, they help you get food, but turtle shells don't fill your stomach. The dwarf gasped and got up from the ground, "But you didn't say such harsh things before, you used to call me 'Viper Ghosn', thinking that I was a vicious speaker and a bad man, but in my opinion, you did a good job." ”

"As the proverb goes, 'Learn to bark when you are in the company of a dog, and learn to howl when you are in the company of a wolf.'" Barrett looked at Ghosn, "It's all thanks to you, you dwarf who always likes to speak sarcastically." ”

"With the relationship between you and me, I don't have to say thank you to me, this is what I should do. "But if you insist on thanking me, I'm not unacceptable." But I don't want that gold coin, because it's yours and belongs to you alone!"

"I'm not going to give it to you either, if you want, go and dig in the trees yourself, there are a lot of them. ”

The dwarf patted the huge iris shield behind him, "I can't do this, have you forgotten, I only have 'turtle shells', not 'claws'." ”

After Ghosn finished speaking, he looked at the horizon in the distance, and his indifferent expression suddenly became a little serious, "Hey, big man, it's windy, we have to find a leeward place to avoid it, I don't want my beard to be filled with yellow sand." ”

Barrett followed the dwarven gaze, and on the edge of the red and yellow sky, a gust of wind was rolling up the yellow sand in the endless desert. The wind was coming towards them, getting closer and closer, and Barrett and Barrett had to run along the trunk of the tree to hide behind it.

The barbarians and dwarves pressed their backs to the trunks of the trees, waiting for the wind to arrive.

Strangely enough, the hurricane, though it swept through the fir trees with gravel, could not shake the tree in the slightest, and Barrett hid behind the tree without even a hint of fresh wind. He looked up and saw that the fir tree did not even tremble in the wind at the very end of the treetops.

The dwarf leaned against the trunk of the tree, and when he saw that Barrett still had the gold coin in his palm, he said, "If you don't know where to put it, I suggest you keep it in your head." ”

"What's in your head?" the brute looked down at the dwarf, his expression a little confused.

"Gold!" Ghosn gestured to the brute's palm.

"Where's the coin?" Barrett asked again.

"Put it in your head. The dwarf replied calmly.

"What is ......," Barrett stopped his stupid question, I must have been mad at the dwarf, "you made me put this gold coin in my head, are you crazy?"

"Crazy? Maybe, but it doesn't matter. "You just need to put the gold in the palm of your hand and ...... like this," Ghosn slapped his head with his palm, "and it will go in." The dwarf looked indifferent, "If you don't believe it, you can try." With so many years of friendship, am I going to lie to you? Try it, and you won't lose anything. ”

The dwarf, though he liked to cause trouble and sarcastic, did never deceive Barrryt, and was very loyal, or rather, had to be loyal, because no one wanted to team up with this dwarf except Barrett.

Try it? The barbarian looked at the gold coin in his palm. Try it! There's nothing to lose anyway.

He slapped his palm on his forehead, and there was a burst of heat in the center of his eyebrows, which was the temperature of the gold coin after being rubbed in his palm, and it never went down.

The heat drilled into the center of his eyebrows, and when Barrett took his palm off his forehead, the gold coin was gone......

"Look, I'm right. The dwarf's expression was smug (Barrett felt), "You can even put that sword in your waist, but I personally advise you not to do that, because it's a bit silly." He laughed again.

Hold a sword and stab yourself in the forehead? no, no fool would do that, whether it's true or not.

......

The raging wind gave vent to its anger and gradually subsided, the dark red sky and bright purple lightning once again flooded the vision, and the dead gray comet still ran tirelessly.

Barrett looked at the sky in a daze, and the view in the bottomless abyss was nothing more than that, he thought.

"I'll go around and keep an eye on yourself. "It would be better if I could find a goat, preferably a tarbu, you know, the taste of hot tarbes is something no one can refuse, unless you're a sissy who doesn't eat spicy food!"

Are you kidding, can there be sheep in this place? Barrett wondered. He watched as the frantic dwarf hummed a song "softly" and faded into view around the trunk of the tree.

Vaguely, Barrett felt as if everything around her was slowly blurring. He looked around, and saw that not long after the dwarf had left, a faint mist had risen in the desert.

The mist diffused through the air like milk mixed with water, covering everything with a veil of white. There were faint murmurs of indistinct whispers in the mist, which seemed to be mixed with shouts and roars. Sometimes these sounds resemble a group of people talking one sentence after another, and at other times, they resemble one person laughing, crying, roaring, and moaning at the same time.

"Ghosn?" Barrett shouted in the direction the dwarf had left.

There was no response.

The brute raised his voice again, "Hey, dwarf, where are you?"

Still no news.

Barrett frowned, touched the cold trunk of the fir tree with his hand, and walked in the direction the dwarf had left. At least you won't get lost, and the worst outcome will be to go around the tree and return to the starting point.

Not long after he walked, he suddenly found a large tree hole nearly five meters high in front of him. The angle of the tree hole is diagonally downward, and its interior is dark without a trace of light, as if leading to another world.

Do you want to go in?, Barrett hesitated. His mind has always been filled with all kinds of confusion, incomprehension and doubts, so that his style of acting is very different from the past, and there is a lot less decisiveness and determination.

At this moment, the shouts of dwarves seemed to be heard from the depths of the tree hole. The voice was indistinct, but even so, Barrett was determined to go in and check it out.

He drew the sword from his waist, clasped his hands tightly, and rubbed one foot cautiously into the hollow of the tree.

And the moment Barriet's toes entered the hollow of the tree, an irresistible force suddenly dragged him deeper into the hollow.

The force was so great that the brute could not resist even the muscles of his body. In the blink of an eye, he was dragged deep into the hollow of the tree.

He shouted loudly, but his throat could not make any sound as he wished, like a mute man with teeth and claws, allowing his body to go down, all the way down, until ......

Barrett woke up suddenly.

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