Morkriet leaned back on the soft sofa in the Purgatory Tavern and stretched out comfortably. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoFrom now on, the owner of this tavern is Mogg, and the corners of Mog's mouth will turn up slightly just thinking about it.

"Boss, this is the rum you wanted. Angela was so quick that Morgride would normally have to wait fifteen minutes on the couch to get the rum he wanted, but if he wanted to get the money on credit, he would have to wait more than half an hour.

"Oh, thanks. Morgaret picked up the rum, unscrewed the cap, and sniffed it intoxicated. Suddenly, he noticed a white note pressed under the bottle. He picked up the white note, trying to see what it was about, but the light inside the tavern was so dim that everything he did was in vain.

"What's written on this?" Morwritte raised the note in her hand towards Angela in front of her.

"Boss, that's your IOU. Angela retracted the plate in her hand, put her feet together, and leaned forward slightly. This was requested by Angelin.

Shet。。。。。。 Mowglitte blurted out a swear word about the Western Ghats, and he felt as sick as he had eaten a fly. A full sixty gold moles, just like that, were gone. He suddenly felt that the blonde hair in front of him and the choppy fairy suddenly became hateful.

"She must have come to see my jokes. Roglett said angrily. "From this day forward, Purgatory will no longer be paid on credit, unless it is a Golden Moor, or a Silver Thor, and it will never be possible to get a drop of wine from Purgatory again. ”

"Yes, boss. Angela's face was full of horror, and she bent down to reveal a deep blush on her chest, attracting the eyes of many men in the tavern. Angela made a contract with Daddy Angelin in the Inferno Tavern as a slave, and after Daddy Angelin died, the contract was transferred to Morgritte.

From then on, the Purgatory Bar could no longer be paid on credit, and the cheapest liquor became a silver quark, the price of which was specific to the tavern's owner, Mowgli. Although everyone sighed, they could only accept it, because there was only this tavern in this White Rock Town.

Mowglitte drank only a bottle of rum and returned to her room, waking up to the next day.

There were no guests in the Purgatory Tavern in the morning, and when Mowglitte came to the hall, she met Angela, who was cleaning.

"Good morning, Angela. Morgaret greeted his leprechaun slave.

"Good morning, Mr. Morgridt. Before she knew it, Angela had changed her name.

"Don't be so angry, Angela, you can call me Mogg. Mowglitte whistled loudly and was in a very happy mood.

"Yes sir, you seem to be in a good mood, but I think something may be wrong. Angela suppressed the surprise in her eyes, but the slightest change was caught by Mowglitte, who was in a good mood.

"Well, I'll follow your advice. Go look in the mirror. Mowglitte walked back quickly, remembering that there was a little mirror in the room, but when he returned to the room, he couldn't find it.

"Mr. Mogg, are you looking for this?" Angie stretched out and handed over a small mirror.

"Thank you. Morgridle politely took the mirror and held it up to herself.

There was no difference, it was still two big black eyes, a wrinkled little red nose, and white teeth. Morgaret slowly moved the mirror downwards and stopped at the ring of beard on top of her chin. The beard on his chin was actually white, and he pulled off a few short whiskers, and his teeth trembled in pain, but the beard lying in the palm of his hand was pure white, as white as white paper.

How can a gray dwarf have a white beard?

"Are you alright, Mr. Mogg?" asked Angela cautiously.

"I'm fine. Mowglitte's eyes were blank, and his brain went blank.

"Monsieur Mogg, I'm not busy in the tavern alone, and now that there are more and more customers, we need to hire a chef. Angela said.

"Okay, just do as you say. Mowglitte didn't even hear what Angela was saying.

"Okay, I'll post a job posting at the door of Purgatory. Angela withdrew, and when she was leaving, she closed the door.

Mowglitte fell into deep thought, such a white beard was so abnormal, even the gray dwarves of the Western Ghats would only have gray beards before they died, and it was impossible for them to become white. What is the reason for this?

"It seems necessary to make a trip to the soothsayer's hut. Morwritte said to himself that the soothsayer's hut is the most effective means for all adventurers to use when they encounter an unsolvable problem, and they only need a hair of yours or a drop of blood on your body to divinate and know the answer.

Morwritte hurried out of purgatory on an empty stomach. The soothsayer's hut is in a remote corner of the northernmost part of White Rock, which is dark and rarely crowded. Morwritte had never been in Whitestone for so long, and had only glanced at it from afar.

The town of White Rock is not big, and after a while Mowglitte arrives at the soothsayer's hut. It was a low, white yak hut with a one-man high curtain on the gray yak skin. There is a tarot card on the curtain and a compass. The curtain was tightly closed, and even if it was blown all around, the curtain did not move.

Morwritte pushed open the curtain and stepped in. The space inside is much larger than it looks from the outside, and the walls of the hut are covered with witches' divination props, tarot cards one by one, huge tortoise shells, and unknown colored stones. In the middle of the hut was a long table, and behind the table was a witch dressed in colorful clothes, her head hidden behind a multicolored crown, revealing only an exaggerated breast. There was a not-so-friendly smell spreading out of the cabin.

"How can I help?" the witch rested her large breasts on the table, but what caught Mowglitte's attention was her exposed scarlet eyeshadow, red as blood.

"I have a question I want to know. Morgritte's heart suddenly tightened, and he suddenly felt that he had made a very serious mistake this time.