A day ago, Mr. Tom, the leader of the circus, pushed open the door to the Purgatory Tavern. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info glanced disdainfully at the noisy crowd, squeezed to the front of the bar, and slapped the bar quietly. "Wizard's mood, thank you. "Tom's performance was impeccable, like a veteran who often comes to purgatory.

"Okay, please wait. Kate, the half-orc, began her performance, oval bottles fluttering across her slender fingers with a clicking sound. Few people order cocktails anymore, and since the circus tent entered the square of White Stone, the adventurers' pockets have quickly deflated, and although the fire coins of Purgatory have regained some popularity, most of the adventurers have become destitute, and they can only afford to eat a piece of black bread with silver soles.

It's been a long time since anyone has ordered such an expensive cocktail, and this time Kate performed exceptionally hard.

"Who's your boss here?" Tom's eyes wandered around in purgatory.

"Angela, someone is looking for you. "Kate had been in Purgatory for so long, and it quickly became clear that this person had come prepared, and such characters were usually left to the elves to deal with. Ever since Daddy Angelin lost Purgatory to Morgritte, the Grey Dwarves have hardly asked about Purgatory, and all matters are decided by Angela.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Angela, at the back of the bar.

Tom swallowed most of the wizard's mood in one gulp, he closed his eyes and inhaled greedily for a long time before he came to his senses. "It's hard to imagine that you can drink such an authentic cocktail in such a remote place as White Rock Town. "Tom is an old Roma, with gray hair neatly attached to his head, and a black and white bat-shirt that looks fresh and refreshed. However, he is incompatible with the noisy adventurers of purgatory, and at first glance he is not the same kind of person.

"Beautiful slave girl, don't fool the eyes of a sage, although I am a Roma, but also a Roma sage, you are just a slave of the nobility, how can you be qualified to replace the master. Tom drank the remaining half of the wizard's mood, his eyes lit up, and he said to Angela fiercely.

"All right, Sage-sage. The goblin shrugged his shoulders unconsciously, and there was a wave of waves on his waist. There was a drooling sound in purgatory, and the elf's proud boobs attracted the hungry gaze of the males in the tavern. Mogridet's fury changed form and enveloped Angela's entire body, but it protruded the elf's chest even more. Slender waist, perfect curves. These are all unconsciously influenced by the aesthetic tastes of the gray dwarves. In the time when the gray dwarf was not aware of it, Mowglitte's preferences were getting farther and farther away from a normal gray dwarf, with a strong body, thick hair, and a thick voice. The love of these gray dwarves seemed strange to him.

"The master of Purgatory is Lord Morgridt of White Stone," the fairy's patience is as good as ever, and even if she is very angry, she can calmly do what she needs to do. "But he's sleeping now. ”

Tom's laughter reached the elf's ears. "Lady Elf from the Misty Forest, to be able to have a slave girl like you, your master must be the luckiest man in White Rock Town. ”

Tom found a spot near the bar, ordered a bottle of rum and sat down meticulously. The Roma is like a drop of oil in water, he is out of step with his surroundings, and there is not a single adventurer around him. No one wanted to sit at the same table with him.

"He must be a very boring man!" said Kate, who had been practicing vegetable chopping with a kitchen knife in one hand and a potato in the other. After a while, a whole potato becomes a meal of evenly sized shredded potatoes.

"Funny Roma are turning into clowns and making fun in tents!" said Angela.

For the whole day, Tom sat meticulously on the couch, not even changing his posture.

Mowglitte sat on the couch across from the Roma, snapping his fingers, and Kate, the orc, brought a small disc with a thumb-sized Havana cigar inside. This is a luxury item that has only recently appeared in White Rock Town, and it is said to be a cigarette rolled out by hand on the thigh of a virgin. The Grey Dwarves didn't smoke before, but today they weren't in a good mood when they saw the Roma in the circus. That's why he decided to give it a try.

Mowglitte sank deep into the soft sofa, and Kate lit a cigar with a match. "I heard you're looking for me?"

"Yes, I'm Tom, and everybody calls me Old Tom. Now there is a profitable business. Tom's voice was not loud, but Morgriette, who was sitting on the couch across from him, could hear it clearly.

"I'm Morgritte, and of course you can call me Mog. Just tell me about it, my time is precious. Morkriet sat up straight on the soft couch, took a puff on his cigar, and coughed before he could swallow the smoke.

"I heard there's a new blacksmith shop here?" asked Tom.

"Yes, there are all kinds of black iron grade weapons here, and the price is fair. You can check it out. "Morwritte glanced at the blacksmith shop next door to Purgatory, and there was a door from the hall of Purgatory that led directly to the hall of the blacksmith's shop.

"No, I'm not buying weapons, I'm selling them, I have a batch of good quality weapons that I want to sell to Baron Morgaret at a low price. "Tom knows everything about Whitestone very well, and the lord has promoted Morgaret to the baron of Whitestone's territory, and Tom actually knows it.

"Weapons, of course, but I'm going to take a look at things first. Mowglitte said.

"Everything is a good thing, the blacksmith master of Frost-Free City has made a good product, and the materials are solid and the craftsmanship is exquisite. Tom took a sheathed dagger from his bosom and placed it on the table and pushed it to the gray dwarf opposite.

"Wait a minute," Angela said, holding down the dagger that was sliding on the table. "Do you know that your lord is doing this?"

Tom squinted his eyes, his lips trembled, and said, "Lord Baron, you are still too young to speak as a slave without the eternal consent of your master, such a person must be punished in the eyes of the Roma." Beautiful slave girls tend to be given preferential treatment, but if they can be reckless by virtue of their beauty, sooner or later they will bring bad luck to their masters. ”

Morwritte looked back and saw a hint of worry in Angela's eyes, Tom was right, Angela was nothing more than a slave girl of the gray dwarves. A gray dwarf can decide the fate of a goblin with a single word.