"Materazzi. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info。。。。。 The gray dwarf let out a roar of rage with his thick neck, and dust fell from the roof of the back kitchen, and the roof of the purgatory hall shook for a while, but this small shaking was immediately drowned out by the dacophony of adventurers, and did not cause the slightest idea.

The crow fluttered its wings and landed in front of the gray dwarf, looking at him with slanted red eyes, "I know you have a lot of questions for me, but a few questions for you first?"

"What kind of women do the gray dwarves of the Western Ghats like?"

"A woman with a thick waist and hair, who can work and drink. Morgridet said without hesitation.

"What kind of woman do you like right now?"

"Slender waist and tall body," Morgaret couldn't help but think of Madame Salit's figure, with her golden hair, white jade-like skin, full and swelling breasts, soft lower limbs, and tide-like liquid.

"The Grey Dwarves of the Western Ghats are dead, and none of the Grey Dwarves have survived the petrification of Medusa's gaze. Morgrid was dead in the dueling arena, you know?" the crow's pointed beak sounded like a robbery, hurried and fast, and there was a long dragging note at the end of each sentence.

Morgridt's head seemed to explode, those distant memories seemed to have turned into frying, he desperately wanted to remember, but it became more and more blurred, the distant Western Ghats, the swarthy mines, the sweet and sour rum, the familiar faces seemed to suddenly become empty, and it was easy to remember the past clearly.

The gray dwarf sat on the ground and wept silently, his hands clasped on his knees and filled with grief like a child. With a bang, the kitchen door was pushed open, and Mrs. Salit went and returned, not daring to look up at Mowglitte on the ground, and stretched out her white palm, "My Mithril, give it back to me." ”

"I 。。。。。。 The gray dwarf looked up, "I can be William's godfather!"

"I don't need your pity," Morgritte's ears rang at the woman's hysterical roar.

The crow flew into Mrs. Salit's eyes, and its silver beak often pecked at Mrs. Salit's eyes.

"Go away, silly bird. Mrs. Salit waved her hands in front of her eyes, and the crow flew up and down with unusual flexibility, only to see it suddenly speed up, and flew in front of Mrs. Salit's eyes, the silver beak of the bird lightly knocked on her forehead, and there seemed to be the sound of broken eggshells in the kitchen, and Materazzi flashed, and appeared on the arm of the gray dwarf, and then threw a white thing into his arms.

"Give it back to me. A coquettish voice came from Mowglitte's ear, so strange.

"This is the Pale Head," Mowglitte said with excitement in his heart, the legendary artifact made from the skin of a mermaid's belly, the Pale Head. When he raised his head, his mouth was wide open, and the mountain god of the Western Ghats was on it, and the legendary artifact was not as shocking as the woman in front of him.

It was an indescribably perfect face, with a straight nose, curved eyebrows, pale blue eyes like a lake, and red lips, and if Lady Salit's beauty was the stars in the night sky of Celtiana, then the woman in front of her was the moon in the night sky of Celtiana.

"That's my pale head. The woman's voice was crisp and soft.

"Who are you?" Morwritte touched the white mask in his hand, a legendary artifact that could change the appearance of the wearer, could it be that the lady Salit had always seen before was this person with a pale head.

"Salit. Larson, lord of Whitestone. The woman took out a silver metal sign from her waist and flashed it in the gray dwarf's eyes.

"It's a damaged artifact that has no function other than being able to change its appearance. "The professional instinct of the Mowglitte blacksmith exploded, and when he got the legendary artifact, he couldn't help but identify it. The conclusion he came to was discouraged.

"Even if it's damaged, it's an artifact. "Salit. Larson stretched out his white palm, and although he was angry, he looked amorous, "Hurry up and give it back to me." ”

"Since I'm William's godfather, I'll leave this damaged artifact here for a few days to study and return to you when I find a way to fix it. The gray dwarf stood up, his eyes full of obsession.

Salit. Larson was used to seeing such scenes, and now that it was a noisy tavern outside, she was leaning against the wooden door of the purgatory kitchen, and there was nowhere to hide, "What do you want to do?"

"Madame, please go back, I'll go to the Lord's Mansion for the banquet on a winter night. Mowglitte took a deep breath, but from time to time she remembered the gorgeous time under the long skirt just now.

The glorious Mrs. Salit's face turned red for no reason, and she hurriedly opened the wooden door behind her, and slammed it out.

Morwritte, the gray dwarf, returns to his purgatory room alone, and he opens the door to his closet, gathering his thoughts as he chooses a gown for the winter night. Now that he has decided to go to the lord's winter dinner, as William's godfather, he can't afford to lose his courtesy, and choosing the right clothes is really a headache, and obviously Morgritte is not good at such a choice.

Tuk tuk tuk bang

"Are you going to a winter dinner, my master?" Morgridt's fury radiated a mesmerizing glow over the elf's body, and the surface of Mithril seemed to be plated with a magnificent color, and as Angela's breath flickered, the gray dwarf closed his eyes, and his temples suddenly jumped with a bang.

"What are you doing here?" Morwritte suppressed the anger in her heart, "Isn't it messy enough to dislike tonight's events?"

The goblin lowered his waist slightly, and the slightly open eyes of the white Mowglitte on his chest quickly closed. The gray dwarf dragged the goblin into the room and pressed it against the wall of the room, "Angela, listen to me, you better be honest, if you continue to make trouble, I don't mind changing your master, the noble lords like you in the southern ports are very interested, I heard that they like to put delicious food on the body of a beautiful slave girl, and then eat it bite by bite." ”