On the afternoon of the second week after the eternal night, Kate the Fairy drew a straight line of about ten centimeters in white chalk on the wooden board on the bar of the Purgatory Tavern. After the eternal night www.biquge.info Kate recorded the date by drawing straight lines on the board. Eternal night, without day and night, is the only way to know what day the time is.

There wasn't a single guest in the tavern,

Angela, the fairy nestled in a daze on the sofa in the corner, having just eaten a large plate of paella without eel, and the two women didn't want to move, looking at each other weakly, and they didn't even have the desire to speak.

With a clang, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and the thickly wrapped lord pushed it open and entered. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes swept in from behind her. Angela subconsciously wrapped the blanket around her body, and where she sat near the door of the tavern, a few coin-sized snowflakes fell on her shoulders.

In fact, she didn't feel cold at all, until she put on the Mithril dress, she didn't feel cold, Kate in the tavern wore a thick linen dress, Angela was still just a tattered Mowglitte's rage, in order to look less eye-catching, she put on a blanket.

"The Roma won't stop until they drain the men of White Rock, and I kind of regret letting them in. The lord looked at the frustrated goblin, left the cloak on his body to the maid behind him, and sat beside the goblin affectionately, and his hand was on the elf's thigh without feeling it. "Loglit didn't go out to find those charming goblins, do you want me to kick them out?"

Angela shook her head, she also found it unimaginable that a lord would show unusual enthusiasm for a female slave, if the lord was a man, maybe his third leg would have been broken by the jealous gray dwarf, but in the face of the beautiful female lord, the gray dwarf could obviously only watch his beautiful female slave being possessed by others.

"What about Morgritte, what is he doing?" the Lord looked around the Purgatory Tavern, and saw no gray dwarves or goblins except orcs and goblins.

"He's next door, he's been building weapons these days, and the lord needs too many weapons, if you don't hurry up, Mowglitte alone won't be able to complete such a large number of tasks in such a short time. Angela gestured weakly to the tavern.

"This tavern is really hot!" said Mrs. Salit, taking off her gown and putting it on the sofa, and walked gracefully towards the tavern.

Inside the hall of the blacksmith are rows of tall, solid wooden shelves, filled with all sorts of sharp weapons and shields. Ever since ordinary flames were replaced by crows for eternal flames, Morkriet had been able to craft weapons much faster, and the increasingly empty shelves were filled with weapons again. The lord walked around the hall and headed for the workshop at the back of the hall.

Before entering the workshop, a wave of heat greeted him, and the white Eternal Flame shone brightly, and the lord who had been in the eternal night couldn't help but close his eyes.

The gray dwarf was naked, and its strong muscles were carved out of marble, full of strength and beauty. The bright red iron keeps changing shape on the cutting board of the iron.

"Why is the Lord interested in coming to see me striking iron today?" Morgaret threw the formed red iron bar into a sink, and with a squeak, the water in the sink gurgled and a puff of white smoke rose.

"I've given you such a large batch of ore, and I'm going to see how you're doing. Salit Larson said with interest as he looked at the sour-smelling gas rising from the sink, and covered his nose.

"Everything is on the shelves in the front hall, and it's almost ready. Mowglitte quietly pulled over a rag to cover the sink, a tradition in the Western Ghats, where each blacksmith has his own unique recipe for quenching, which is never easily revealed.

"You are William's godfather, and I can't treat you badly," the lord took out a round badge from his bosom and handed it to the gray dwarf, "As the lord of Whitestone, you will be the baron of the realm from today onwards." ”

"Oh," Morgritte dismissively threw the round badge onto the chopping board in front of him, "Your Lord, just tell me, what is there for me to do?"

"No, as William's godfather, you need to be a nobleman, and it is very difficult to know what to do without a decent status in Sertiana. It doesn't matter in White Rock Town, if it's in Frostless City, not nobles are not allowed to ride horses in the city forever. Salit Larsson said with a frown.

Salit. Larson's Frost-Free City is a large city south of White Stone, which belongs to the Earl of Cambridge in the south.

"Alright, alright, I'll take it. Morgridet muttered, tucking the round badge on the chopping board into her trouser pocket. That was the end of the conversation, and the lord left the smithy without saying a word, and she returned to the Purgatory Tavern to make a few more small talks with Angela the elf before leaving.

This time the lord's special visit is just a small episode of the eternal night, Angela's life continues, but in the days to come, the beautiful lord will come to sit in the purgatory tavern from time to time, usually when she comes, there are basically no guests in the purgatory, she will sit in the tavern for a while, and occasionally go to the blacksmith shop next door to meet the gray dwarf and say a few words.

Gradually, the adventurers whose bodies were emptied and their wallets were emptied gradually returned to the Purgatory Tavern. The Purgatory Tavern, which had been quiet for a few days, was lively, the temper of the half-orc chef was getting worse and worse, the temper of the goblin was still so good, and the voice of the voice was still so good. But the attentive adventurer whispered about the changes in the Purgatory Tavern.

"The eel rice in Purgatory has risen to fifty silver quarks. An adventurer whispered to a nearby friend.

"You won't be so poor that you can't even afford to eat eel rice, will you?" said the man next to him, "Those charming goblins in the tent are all vampires, and you won't stop without emptying your money bags." ”

Such conversations took various forms, purgatory was tolerant of the adventurers, and there was always a blazing fire in the furnace and a boiling soup in the pot. And, of course, the grumpy half-orc bartender, you'd better not annoy her without Kim Moore.