readx;? Zhou Mo walked out of the private room, originally wanted the signature dishes of the two restaurants, and then a pot of the boss's home-brewed grain wine, but suddenly remembered that the boss was dead, his expression was slightly cold, and he strode out of the restaurant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The tiny town of Sunset had now been transformed into a large Imperial Agency, full of uniformed people coming and going.

Zhou Mo didn't know what they were dealing with, it was a death case for a small town, or because the second prince died.

Zhou Mo sincerely hoped that it was the first reason, but reason told him that it was more likely to be the second reason.

Suddenly turned his head and saw that a few strong men were looking at Zhou Mo on the side of the restaurant, all carrying the heavy sword of the army knight, seeing Zhou Mo looking over, several strong men looked at each other, and then one of the strong men with a long scar on his face and neck walked over.

"You are Zhou Mo?" the strong man's voice was hoarse and rough.

Zhou Mo nodded, the features of his black hair and black eyes were too easy to recognize, and it was difficult to deny them.

"I heard that you have a good ability at bartending, can you make a glass for our brother." ”

This is the most reasonable request Zhou Mo has heard since returning to Sunset Town, he was originally a bartender.

"I'm very happy, but the tavern in the town has been destroyed...... Zhou Mo spread his hands, indicating that it is difficult for him to cook without rice.

At this time, the red-bearded uncle, who was extremely cute in Zhou Mo's eyes, appeared, but the dwarf beside him was gone.

"Hey, boy, those imperial military dogs didn't embarrass you, can Redbeard be without your craftsmanship, look at what the clansmen from the hills have brought me?" The rumbling voice did not allow Zhou Mo to speak, and the big hand had already grabbed Zhou Mo and dragged him away.

With an apologetic look at the strong man, Zhou Mo gave up all struggles, and a big man was dragged back home by Uncle Redbeard like a playful child.

Several strong men frowned, and then actually followed.

In the huge house of Redbeard, at this time, there were all kinds of wine, Zhou Mo chewed Redbeard's special dwarven bread in his mouth, kept opening one wine bottle after another, and smelled the smell of all kinds of wine.

"How's that boy, the dwarves of the hills have a lot of collections!"

Zhou Mo was also speechless about the dwarves' dedication to wine, and there were many kinds of wine in Uncle Redbeard's room: fruits, grains, plant roots, and almost everything that could be fermented into wine was made into wine by the dwarves.

"Okay, Uncle Redbeard, are you being accepted into the Hill Dwarf Kingdom again?" Zhou Mo asked, pointing to some wine bottles that were obviously used as gifts.

Uncle Redbeard cocked his beard, and his big eyes disappeared with a smile.

"Hahaha, my brother, Bluebeard, he collapsed a vein of pure gold, and the king and the elders banished him to the poles, hahahaha, but the royal family can't do without an heir, so my exile period has been reduced from forever to two hundred years, and now one hundred and seventy years have passed, and in another thirty years, my uncle will be able to hear the lovely knocking sound of the hill mine again!"

Uncle Redbeard is very happy, Zhou Mo is also happy for Uncle Redbeard, it is always a good thing to be alone to be able to return to the hometown where he was born and raised.

"By the way, boy, what is the name of the glass of wine you made for Uncle and that little lion that night, it is really memorable, but it's a pity that all the things you collected for bartending were ruined, otherwise I really want to have another drink right away!"

At the mention of that glass of wine, Zhou Mo's expression was a little gloomy, he casually picked up a bottle of aged wine made from grain, poured himself a sip, and then exhaled a scorching wine, which seemed to have the courage to say:

"Yellow earth, that glass of wine is called yellow earth, the land of the same color as my skin, the land that gave birth to me and raised me!"

The red-bearded uncle with thick nerves didn't hear the bitterness and longing in Zhou Mo's words, but just smacked his mouth, as if he was still nostalgic for the glass of wine that night.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Uncle Redbeard didn't ask whose habit it was, he directly opened the door and saw several strong men in the army outside.

Uncle Redbeard's eyes flashed with a bright red fire, he was too familiar with this temperament, a man of the human army.

", this is the home of the dwarves, and human soldiers are not welcome!" The dwarves' straightforwardness and temper really complement each other.

The strong man who had just spoken to Zhou Mo didn't seem to be surprised by Uncle Redbeard's reaction, and he didn't have the slightest fear in the face of the wild giant's violent aura impact.

"Your Highness Macken Smaug, I don't mean to be offended, with your strength, you should be able to see that our brothers are just ordinary people, and none of us are over thirty years old, and we have just fought those Riesser dogs on the battlefield of the Great River, I don't think we are enemies. ”

Zhou Mo knew that the so-called Ryser dog refers to another great empire of human beings, the Resser Empire, if the Otto Empire is based on agriculture and the sea, the Resser Empire is based on craftsmanship and commerce.

Obviously, dwarven craft is the magic weapon that dwarves rely on to survive, and their peers are often less friendly than their enemies.

Sure enough, Uncle Redbeard heard that these people had just returned from the battle against the Resor Empire, and the violent aura on his body subsided, and then asked:

"That's right, all the enemies of the Riesser dogs, the friends of the dwarves, the Resses dogs who desecrate the ore and the hammer, all deserve to die!, then, why did you come to Redbeard's house?"

The strong man nodded in agreement with Redbeard's words, and then replied:

"We just want to have a drink, where there are dwarves, there's wine, don't we?"

This sentence obviously scratched the itch of Uncle Redbeard, and the big face covered with red beard immediately smiled.

"That's right, where there are dwarves, there is wine, wine and hammers, it is the pride of the dwarves, come in, come in, let you see the wine from the country of the dwarves of the hills!"

Five strong men rushed in, all walking in the style of a queue.

Zhou Mo didn't seem to see these five people, but held a wine glass the size of a washbasin, and kept adding different kinds of wine to it.

The sorghum rice wine with the most mellow taste is used as the base, and coconut wine, green bamboo wine, wine, fairy fruit wine, and golden rum are added.

There was no equipment for bartending, Zhou Mo held the basin-caliber wine glass, his hands shook violently, his eyes stared at the ever-changing liquor, the wine was splashing in the wine glass, but not a drop was spilled.

After a while, the wine was completed, the wine was as pale as snow, Zhou Mo held the wine glass and poured it himself a few times, and then handed the wine glass to Uncle Redbeard and said:

"This cup of wine is called a memorial, you and I drink a cup together, and we will pay tribute to the two hundred and three lives lost in Sunset Town. ”

As soon as he heard this, Uncle Redbeard's face was difficult to see, Sunset Town was founded by him, and the residents of the town were also accepted by him one by one, and the entire town was built by him Redbeard and these deceased people, brick by brick.

Turning around, hiding the tears with his back, he raised his wine glass and poured the remaining half of the memorial into his belly.

The entrance is cold like frost and snow, and the taste is as light as the stagnant water in the broken wells in Sunset Town, and the wine enters the stomach, and the frost and cold feeling is soaked in the nine turns of soft intestines almost instantly, and then warms, as if there is smoke curling in Sunset Town, and the stove fire is rekindled. Then it is hot, hot like the blood in the heart, boiling oil, burning the sorrow and longing in the heart, and paying tribute to those who have passed away.

The dwarves at the height of two meters and five meters and the humans at the height of one meter and eight meters drank a glass of wine together to pay tribute to the people of a town.

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