Morwritte opened the space of the ring, his mouth opened wide, Mrs. Salit's arrogance was definitely beyond his imagination, the ring itself had almost a cubic meter of space, and such a ring was worth at least five thousand gold moles. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Of course, this is nothing, there are 500 standard Tesla Mithril in the space, it's Mithril and nothing else.

Morkriet decided to go take a shower before coming out for his lunch. He whistled and walked to his bedroom, and it didn't seem like a bad thing to be the godfather of a human child. Thinking of this, he took out a handful of cherry pits from his arms, compared to Mrs. Salit's Mithril, this is what makes Mowglitte happy, the Yin peach he ate in his dream, those Yin peach pits actually appeared on his bed, and when he woke up, there was a flawless fire magic crystal in his mouth. Thinking of this, Morgaret couldn't help but open her mouth wide and burst out laughing.

Hahaha, Mogg sat in the bathtub and took a happy bath, he hadn't cleaned his personal hygiene in the past few days when he went to the Dark River Valley, he had washed it from head to toe. Then he changed into comfortable clothes and sat down in the lobby of the tavern to wait for his lunch.

Miki was chatting happily with the crow, who was crouching on the table in front of the goblin, in front of which a wine glass was empty. It looks like Miki has drunk at least two bottles of rum today, and the crow is already so high that it can't even stand on its feet.

"Flying puppets, what is it, Materazzi himself can fly. The crow's tongue was knotted, and his speech slowly fell into a tone.

"I know, you're a bird, of course you can fly. Miki was so excited that the two ears on the back of his head were shaking regularly.

It was almost noon when Morgritte's stomach began to rumble, and he hadn't had a serious hot meal in days. The new chef in Purgatory doesn't know how. It was a pleasant noon as people came in and out one after another, the north wind outside the door whined, and the fireplace in the fireplace of the Purgatory Tavern.

"What is this?" asked Morgritte, pointing to a large plate of golden brown rice with two fried crispy rice lying on it.

"Seafood eel rice. Angela pretended to be relaxed, it was Kate's first time cooking for Mowglitte, and to be honest, she didn't even have confidence in herself. The orcs struggled in the kitchen for a long time before finally choosing a seafood eel rice.

"It smells good and looks appetizing. Morgridet happily picked up the spoon, "I'll taste it first." ”

The orcs hid in the kitchen of Purgatory, poked their heads out, and watched nervously as Morgaret ate seafood eel rice into his mouth.

Wow... Morgaret spat out the rice in his mouth, and he frowned and said angrily, "What is this? It's so unpalatable, where did you find the chef?"

Angela took Magritte's spoon and scooped a mouthful of food into her mouth. Wow, she spit out the rice in her mouth, what a taste, salty and bitter. Angela playfully stuck out her tongue, "Morgridt, she's pathetic, she has nowhere to go, she's sick again, you said I should find a cook, so I took her in." The goblin reached out and beckoned the orc.

Kate, the orc, crawled pitifully into the lobby of Purgatory, standing in front of Mogg in frustration.

"When you kill a fish, pick out the bitter gall of the fish," Morwritte said, pointing to the paella on the plate in front of him, "Don't put so much salt next time." With that, Morgridet pushed the plate forward, got up and left the Purgatory Tavern.

As the owner of the Purgatory Tavern, but there is no place to eat lunch, Morgaret sighed, and casually took out a few huge cherries from his arms, fortunately, he still had a little stock last time, and he would eat a few cherries at noon today. Morgaret was going to go to the witch's soothsayer's hut one more time, and what had happened recently was so strange,

It's a winter night tonight, and people are hurrying on the streets of White Rock Town. Everyone is preparing for the festival, Winter Night is a major festival in White Rock Town, starting tomorrow, heavy snow will cover White Rock Town, after today, White Rock Town will be plunged into darkness for up to six months, and only starlight and long nights will accompany people in the future.

Most explorers choose to leave White Rock on the eve of a dead winter night, leaving behind the town's long-term residents. They are all true warriors, and from tomorrow Whitestone will be plunged into endless darkness and bitter cold.

For a gray dwarf in the Western Ghats, the cold and darkness are not terrible, but the days without alcohol are terrible. Morwritte had been in Whitestone for almost half a year now, and he still had a faint expectation of eternal darkness. As the only tavern in White Rock Town, Purgatory will definitely have a lot of guests after the winter night, and as the owner of Purgatory, the more guests he has, the happier he becomes. The only thing to worry about now is the promise to Blaney of how to open the blacksmith shop in Purgatory.

As he walked, Morgaret came to the soothsayer's hut, where he lifted the white yak leather tent, and the soothsayer's hut had no guests, and the witch was alone at the long empty table, intently examining the crystal ball in front of her.

Morwritte remained quietly at the edge of the long table until the witch looked up, "Good day, Miss Larson." ”

"Good day, my dear Mowglitte," the witch stood up, and she walked around the back of the table with her long dress full of fine lace, and stared at Mowglitte for a moment, "has you found the magic grass?"

"Yes," said Morgritte, her mouth dry and her face tightened like a failing schoolboy facing a stern Chinese teacher, "but you can see that my beard still has some white that hasn't faded." ”

"Fate, Morgritte," the witch walked around the gray dwarf, "it's fate, it's lucky to have escaped petrified fate from Medusa's gaze, you don't think you don't have to pay a price." You know best how you got the Demon Dragon Grass, what do you think?"

"I don't know," Morgaret hadn't told anyone except the members of the explorer team how to get the dragon grass, so how did the witch know?

"The twin stars on the eve of winter, the silk threads of fate. Mowglitte, you know, after that duel, your fate is entangled with another thread. The witch reached out and picked up the crystal ball from the long table.