"Master, you can't always think about your past, those are old age, you should think about your present. The young dwarf said.

"Now, tell me, what's so good now? You can't drink, you can't eat meat, you can't pick up girls, you can't lose your temper......" The old dwarf Tolstoy grimaced, and threw the quilt with the juice in his hand on the table. The oak cup collided with the table top, making a dull thud.

"You can't pick up girls......" The young dwarf was confused by Tolstoy's words. You're already over 460 years old! According to the average life expectancy of the dwarves at 500 years, you're already a person with half of your body in the ground, and you still want to pick up girls? Can your old little brother fight again?!

The young dwarf just wants to scold his mother.

"What's wrong with the pickle girl? Old man, when I was young, I was a master of our forging master's association, I don't know how many beautiful girls want to marry me, but the old man, I am wholeheartedly, and I am only good to Xiaoju alone, otherwise I would have hugged left and right a long time ago!" Tolstoy glared, twisted his head, and said with a proud face.

"Cut ......," the young dwarf cut in his heart with disdain. If it weren't for your deceased wife wiping your buttocks, you would have been bombarded into pulp by countless female dwarf family members who came to the door and were rubbed with oil by you.

Tolstoy did not know that the young dwarf's heart was despising him, and he began to miss his old days.

"I think back then, I was also a person who could drink three barrels without getting drunk, and at that time everyone called me the king of wine. It's a pity, old man, I can't drink anymore. ”

"Master Tolstoy, you should live in the moment. You see that now you have status, status, honor, and rights. You have reached the height that many people will not reach in their lifetime, can't these still give you happiness? The title of Forging Grandmaster is the dream of countless forging masters. The young dwarf instructed.

"No, I'm not happy. Tolstoy shook his head, "You only see my identity, honor, status, and power, but you don't see the responsibility that comes with owning these things." With great power comes great responsibility. I've got too much on my shoulders. Do you think a person who has a lot of responsibilities on him will be happy?"

The young dwarf froze.

Everyone thought that Tolstoy must be happy with so many honors, but who knew the loneliness in the heart of this old dwarf who had the status of a forging grandmaster?

Year after year, he mingled with iron ore, hammers, and forges, and one by one peerless magic weapons were freshly baked from his hands, but did he get joy from it? The answer was no.

There is a good saying, when you add a yellow robe, you will find that power is a bondage, and the feeling of freedom is the best.

Tolstoy would rather be a freelance blacksmith than take on the position of president of the guild of blacksmiths.

"I want to see that kid. ”

......

Fat Tiger had already poured five barrels of wine into his stomach at this time, and he was almost at the limit.

As the fifth barrel slammed on the table, Fat Tiger wiped his mouth and didn't shout for another barrel.

"Enough to drink?" Gloom put down the beef plate that he had eaten up and looked up at Fat Tiger.

"Enough drinks, thank you, Boss. Fat Tiger nodded, although his eyes were a little confused, but he was still sober, although the wine was good, but it was not good to be drunk.

"Let's leave when you've had enough, someone has already paid for this drink for you anyway. He looked at the green hair standing on the side and said. This green-haired guy had been standing here just now, and he didn't dare to sit down.

"Don't forget to pay for the wine, if you are found out by the fat man, the fat man will kill you!" The fat tiger was shocked, looked at the green hair, and shouted.

"Yes, yes, the little brother will never dare to repay the debt. Greenfur nodded hurriedly. The owner of this tavern is a dwarf, and this city is a city of dwarves. Provoke the dwarves in the city of dwarves, unless you are tired of life, who would dare.

"Boss, it's done, let's go?" said Fat Tiger, who picked up his man-tall bag.

"Hmm. He nodded, put down his legs, and got up from his chair. He didn't forget to put away the money bag full of gold coins that was on the table.

Because of the terrifying ability of the fat tiger, no one dared to covet that money, and everyone was respectful in their eyes.

He was about to go out when a dwarf suddenly stopped him.

"Hello, is there anything wrong with you?" asked, looking down at the dwarf.

Fat Tiger also looked at the dwarf, but he didn't say anything.

"Someone wants to see you, especially him. The dwarf pointed at the fat tiger, who was so tall that he had to try to crane his neck to see his face.

"Oh, I don't know which one wants to find the two of us?" asked Gloom.

If he didn't ask who was looking for them, he would never have passed, and it would be better to cause less trouble in this place where people really don't dare to be unfamiliar.

"Please two of you, the Forge Grandmaster of our Dwarven City Forge Guild, Mr. Tolstoy. The dwarf who had stopped them explained.

"Can you tell me, then, why did Mr. Tolstoy look for us?" asked Gloomy.

The way he broke the casserole and asked the question made the dwarf who stopped them feel a little annoyed. You know, it was Tolstoy, the most famous forging grandmaster in their dwarven city, who invited these two people over, and if they were replaced by another person, they would have long been overjoyed, but these two people in front of them not only did not have a sense of joy, but they were also a little impatient, which was simply an insult to their forging grandmaster.

"Master Tolstoy didn't say what was going on with you, but the master is in a very good mood today, it must be a good thing, you two just go over. ”

Dark and Fat Tiger glanced at each other, and Fat Tiger nodded. The person this forging grandmaster wants to see the most is Fat Tiger, so Fat Tiger has the most say in the matter of whether or not to see him.

Now that Fat Tiger has made the decision to go and see it, it is up to him to go and see it anyway, and there will be no major incidents in the past, and maybe he can get a chance.

"Please lead the way. Glow turned his head and nodded to the dwarf.

"Then, please come with me. The dwarf made a gesture of please, and then walked ahead to lead the way, and the three of them walked from the door of the tavern to the tavern again.

Intuition told Gloom that he might get a lot of gain from this past.