Damian found himself lying on the second floor of the tavern, he looked downstairs, only to see people in groups of people indulging in carnivals, dwarves and humans dancing together, although the Blackstone Tavern is often frequented by dwarves, but it has always been clear from humans, you play with yours and I play with mine, today this kind of harmonious scene Damien is the first time to see.

The three of them walked downstairs, and soon the people in the tavern noticed him, stood up and applauded him, raised his glass and shouted "Damien!"

Damien was flattered and waved like a leader.

Several dwarves crowded around him and enthusiastically dragged him to the center of the tavern where the "Mahara" had been performed, where Elder Sean was talking to Evans, and it was evident that he was still drunk and staggering.

"Damian, my dear friend!" said Sean when he saw him and greeted him warmly. Damian smiled in response, and he turned to Evans for help, who gave him a helpless look in return.

"No human can defeat the dwarves in Maklara, except you, Damien, you are the first!" came out of nowhere the dwarf Herlan came out of nowhere, holding a glass of butter ale in his hand, white foam stained with his beard.

"No one can beat a dwarf with a wrist, except this big ...... Big. Sean's tongue was a little knotted, and he tried to pat Evans on the shoulder, but Evans had to lower his head.

Half an hour ago, Sean and Evans were facing each other, but now they were sitting and chatting like old friends for many years, a scene that made Damian wonder if he hadn't woken up yet.

Sean suddenly stood on the wine table and shouted, "Everyone, be quiet, I have something to say!"

The people in the tavern stopped and looked at him.

"Today we have two new friends in the Cold Iron Clan, and I would like to introduce you to you, Evans Giant Hand!"

All the dwarves began to cheer, "Giant Hand, Big Hand, Big Hand!"

"What the thing, Giant Hand? Sounds like a groping pig's hand, what a mess of names?"

After Shaun introduced Evans, he looked at Damian again, and Damian suddenly had a bad premonition.

"And ......" Sean pointed to this side, and Damian subconsciously wanted to slip away.

"Damien Barrel!"

Damian spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and a fat man immediately appeared in his mind and said drunkly, "You pay, I'll come." ”

"Barrels!barrels!barrels!"

Once Damian thought that his nickname in this world would be some kind of dragon master, dragon god or something, but he didn't expect it to be - wine barrel.

However, the dwarves cast envious glances at Damien, and the title of "Barrel" was a high honor for the dwarves, and was awarded only to the winner of Maklara, and it was a great honor for a dwarf to be called "Barrel" by others.

"What do you mean by that 'the original champion was determined by you', I'd rather call the Infinite Sword Saint than a wine barrel?"

"Barrel Brothers...... "I don't know when, Sean has already come to Damian's side, "Now everyone is their own people, what do you need, just ask, do you want a good weapon to take advantage of, or a high-quality spars?"

yes, why didn't I think of that!

Most of the spar production of Lorraine is controlled by the dwarves, and soon after the founding of Lorraine, a large spar vein was discovered in the country, and the first Duke of Lorraine authorized Lorraine's spar to be mined by the dwarves of the Seven Mountains in order to thank the dwarven emperor for his kindness. And Sean, the dwarves who now settle in Lorraine, are the descendants of the dwarven miners of the past.

"Uncle Sean, there is really one thing I need your help with, you see that I am a magician, and the need for hedron ......" Damian immediately changed into a flattering face, and he was a cunning human businessman.

"You want hedrons, no problem, as many as you want!" Damian said before Sean readily agreed. He mysteriously leaned into Damian's ear, "The Cold Iron Clan has the richest spar resources, and I have too many top-grade spars in my house to count!"

"That's just great. Damian smiled brightly, "It's really a good way to walk with more friends." ”

The revelry lasted all night, with both humans and dwarves getting drunk, and ended with the dwarves singing the ballad of the Seven Mountains. The last image Damien remembers was of him lying in Sean's arms, and the dwarf kept touching his head and muttering, "Barrel, my good boy, good boy, barrel......"

.........

When he woke up the next day, Damien found himself sleeping on the giant obsidian counter in the dragon house.

"Why am I here?" said Damian, who had really drunk so much wine in his two lifetimes last night, living up to his reputation as a "barrel".

"Are you awake?" said Loren.

"Who sent me back to the store?"

"Are you embarrassed to ask me?" Loren said angrily, "Last night, you yourself dragged that group of dwarves to the store, saying that you wanted them to see the most brilliant magic array in the entire Lorraine City, and you actually let you activate it, you said that you were drunk like that and remembered the spell sequence of the magic array, I was really convinced!"

"So, nothing happened, right?" Dami poked out his head in reassurance, he knew the power of the "Guardian of the Gods", if it was uncontrolled, it would be enough to blow up half of Chuck Street.

"If something happens, you're not here, you're in the prison of the law enforcement team. Loren gave Damian a blank look, "I scared Evans so much that he hurriedly drove the dwarves away, and by the time we returned, you were already asleep on this stage." ”

"That's good, that's good. Damian stroked his chest, relieved.

Damian jumped off the counter and saw Loren standing aside and obviously didn't want to pay attention to him, so he walked over and said to her with a smile: "Little Loren, do you have anything to eat, I'm so hungry." ”

"You're really shameless, aren't you very imposing, Damien Barrel, just drink, and you know you're hungry. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't want to drink last night, didn't you ask me to pretend to be Anna's man?"

Loren snorted, his face turned to the side and did not speak, but he still stuffed a piece of bread, which seemed to have been prepared a long time ago.

"By the way, the queue outside the door is going to go to Uptown, when are you going to open the door?"

Damian, who was chewing bread, was looking for water to drink everywhere in the store, and he was dazed when he heard Loren's words, "What line?"

Loren walked up to him angrily and pointed to the Nidhogg stone statue on the wall, "What are you doing in this dragon sales house, I wonder what business you do every day, and whether your black dragon is still for sale?"

"What do you mean that there are people lining up outside to buy my black dragon?" Damian looked incredulous.

It has been a while since the black dragon was listed, and there is basically no business in the store on weekdays, and occasionally some people are attracted by the peculiar decoration of the sales house, but they are immediately persuaded to quit when they ask about the price. Coupled with the fact that he had recently made a big deal with the Medici, Damian's inertia has skyrocketed, and he has not had a match these days, sometimes opening the store at noon and closing the stall at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Damian tentatively opened the door, only to see the scene outside that he would never forget.

The crowd of black pressure formed a long line, and it was impossible to forget the end at a glance, coupled with the lively melon-eating crowds on both sides, the entire Chuck Street was almost crowded, and all kinds of carriages were parked in the distance, blocking the road, and Damian even saw the outermost part, the Sea Snake Party and the law enforcement team, the two enemies who had almost caught fire, actually joined forces to maintain order.

The crowd in line saw the door open and rushed forward like crazy.

"Boss, black dragon element, I buy black dragon element!"

"Five! I want five!"

"Don't squeeze me first!"

Seeing this scene, Damian recalled his previous life as a real estate seller on earth, and happened to encounter the hottest period of the property market, which was the coldest time in winter, when customers queued up all night in order to grab a house, and lit a fire outside the sales department to keep warm. Damian looked at them through the glass door inside, and his customers greeted him warmly.

"Xiao An, No. 58, remember that I'm No. 58!"

"That set of jumps must help me keep my brother, I'll pay for it in full!"

"I'm Brother Wang, do you remember, help me get a number, come down and I'll invite you to dinner!"

Seeing the light of the fire shining on their red faces, Damian felt that it was the happiest moment of his life.

"I'm going to get rich. There was only one thought in Dami's peace of mind.