The head professor of Iglos turned down the winter dinner in White Rock and left in embarrassment. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The dinner officially began under the light of the stars, and the tax collector became the hero of the night. Everyone cheered for Yoda's feat today, and the banquet soon reached its climax, the night sky of Whitestone Town was illuminated as if it were day by colorful alchemical fireworks, and William pulled Mowglitte out but was broken free by the gray dwarf.

Tonight's moment will be the most dazzling moment in the next six months, since then, the town of White Rock has been plunged into an eternal night for half a year, and the sky will never appear again, only the moon and stars will be accompanied by it.

Morkriet made her way through the crowd and found whispering elves and lords in a dimly lit spot. The two of them each raised their glasses and drank an unknown fruit liqueur.

"Is what Lord Walter said true?" the gray dwarf thrust between the two beautiful women.

"What?" the lord's blue eyes were unusually bright in the darkness.

"You know what I'm referring to, the Ghost Beast Tide, the Ghost Beast Tide is coming?" Morwritte said loudly.

"It's none of your business, isn't it, in two months you're going to go to Frost-Free City with William and enter Iglos to study, and everything that happens here has nothing to do with you. "Salit. Larson looked up at the stars in the distance.

"How can it be, my belongings are all in Baishi Town, no matter what, purgatory is also mine, no matter what, it is all my belongings. Mowglitte said.

"The most valuable things in Purgatory are here, so you can take her with you. "Salit. Larsson pulled the goblin over beside him.

Morwritte suddenly felt bored, and he turned his head to see that there was no one to talk to. After the dinner, the gray dwarf returned to the Purgatory Tavern alone, and Angela stayed in the Lord's Palace, she had already attracted the attention of someone who cared tonight, it was too dangerous to continue to live in Purgatory.

The noisy crowd in the Purgatory Tavern didn't know when the noise would stop. Anyway, everyone looks forward to the same content every winter night. These adventurers are ghost beasts that come out of the Black Forest in the north after the eternal night of winter.

Ghost Beasts are a kind of high-yielding Demonic Beasts, and the probability of producing Magic Crystals is the highest among all Magical Beasts, but they only appear in one kind of Dark Magic Crystal, this kind of Dark Magic Crystal is only needed by the dark mages of the Southern Swamp, and the dark magic they cultivate consumes the Dark Magic Crystal produced by this Ghost Beast. In addition to the Dark Crystal, the fur and bones of the Ghost Beast are all good magic materials. But ghost beasts are not so easy to hunt, otherwise many adventurers in White Rock Town would not choose to leave every time they arrive in the eternal night, but there are also many people who choose to come to White Rock Town in the eternal night, high risk means more than expected returns, and the last thing that is lacking in Seltiana is adventurers who are full of blood.

Morkriet didn't know how long she had been asleep, but Whitestone had already entered the eternal night, and dawn would be half a year away. In fact, when Mowglitte woke up, he felt dizzy and dizzy.

"Kate, how long have I been asleep. The gray dwarf asked the orcs behind the bar.

Kate stretched out her white palm, first one finger, then two fingers, "Mowglitte, you've slept for one day and two nights." ”

As a catwoman, Kate is about the same height as the Grey Dwarf, but her stature is completely different from the women in the Grey Dwarf, they have a slender waist, slender limbs, beautiful faces, and fair faces. The only feature that distinguishes them from humans is the pair of fluffy ears and a long tail. As a natural fighting race, Catwomen tend to be top-notch scouts because they have the sharpest sense of smell or are powerful spellcasters. This has something to do with their strong mental power. So the same weak woman, the fairy Angela was captured by the slave hunters and sold to purgatory to become a slave of Mowglitte, while the orc Kate was still free.

"Is Angela back?"

"No, but the lord sent someone to spread the word that Sister Angela will be back in a few days. She reminds you that there are more and more adventurers coming to White Rock these days, and your blacksmith shop needs to be opened as soon as possible. That's what you promised her. Kate said with big innocent eyes.

In fact, after Angela left Purgatory, the actual controller of Purgatory was the weak-looking orc woman in the bar, and Morgaret didn't know where Angela found this living treasure, but she was willing to take her with her bartending skills to be no ordinary person. And ordinary people can't get a noisy purgatory tavern, Mowglitte has been in purgatory for so long, he knows very well what kind of virtue such an adventurer will be after drinking too much, although purgatory has a team of minotaur guards, there is no problem in terms of force, but if it is not handled properly, it will easily cause disputes, and if it is not done well, it will become a group fight.

In Morgritte's memory, such a group fight would occur about every other month, and it would not have been useful to have an old fox like the human berserker Anjin in charge. Every once in a while, the Purgatory Tavern has to be renovated. Fortunately, it is close to the Black Forest, and the most important thing is wood. So it's easy to fix it every time. Over the years, the style of the Purgatory Tavern has been as rugged and solid as ever.

"Miki-kun, get up and get to work. Morgridle found the sleeping goblin from under the table. The only money he had, Kate, had exchanged it for rum, so he had to sleep in the halls of Purgatory. There are many penniless adventurers like Miki in Shiraishi. This is not Mowglitte's kindness, in fact, the town of White Rock in the eternal night will definitely turn into a popsicle if you take it outside the house for a night.

"Is there any work to do?" said Mr. Goblin, sleepy-eyed, crawling out from under the table.

"Yes, you've got a job. I'm going to build a blacksmith shop at the gates of Purgatory, and I'll be striking iron. Morwriten pointed to a corner on the side of the hallway of the purgatory hall.

The goblin fart ran over, he measured it carefully, and looked up at the gray dwarf, "This place is too small to fit a stove too big." ”

"It's okay, it doesn't need to be big, it's okay to be small, I mean just be ready to do some tinkering work. Morgaret said, in his mind, Whitestone was not a place for a good blacksmith. The summer was too short, the winter was too long, and if it weren't for the fact that there wasn't a blacksmith here, he would have left here long ago.