The topic that men can talk about is always inseparable from women, but in view of the race and aesthetics of the two men, the two men wisely did not bring up this topic, and just ran around and ran to the weapon.

The long knife and cold sword, the horse and the spear are not a man's dream, one of them is a blacksmith and the other is an earthling who has gone through the era of the information explosion, one speaks enthusiastically, and the other listens excitedly and interjects a few words from time to time to prevent the atmosphere from cooling down.

However, in view of the problem of vision, Mo Xuan proposed a lot of interesting weapon forms and shaping methods, which made Lu Sien's eyes light up.

"Hi Benny, I'm here. "Maybe it's because of the influence of alcohol, Mo Xuan is very relaxed today, and usually Mo Xuan will never shout loudly, because it will be very eye-catching.

"Mo Xuan" Benedict said hello in a low voice, asked for a glass of ale and began to pour it hard.

"Benny, is there anything bothering you?" Sensing that his friend's spirit was not right, Mo Xuan took a big sip of ale at Benedict.

"Mo Xuan, am I very incompetent? Benedict drank the contents of the cup with a melancholy look: "Another drink." Seeing Benedict drink so violently, the proprietor Walker was delighted, just as the saying goes, the restaurant is still afraid of the pot-bellied, and this is the same principle applied to the bar: "Old Walker's ale is the best in Sapphira." With a tone of boastful pride, Walker slammed a huge glass on the table again.

"What the hell is going on. Mo Xuan's expression was solemn, this is not like the usual Benedict, this guy is the kind of congenital optimistic person at best, and the kind of heartless goods at worst.

"Just today・・・・・・. Benedict roughly told Mo Xuan what happened to him today: "Am I very useless, I was so frightened that I even told you the news, and none of my usual friends came to help me." As he spoke, Benedict's face became darker and darker, and Mo Xuan even saw a trace of tears coming out of his eyes.

Benedict's mood Mo Xuan can understand, he thinks that he usually mixes well, has many friends, can know everything, and doesn't have to worry about some small things, his friends can help him, but today his friends disappointed him, so his mood is so lost.

"Benny, you don't have to do this, it's not your fault, it's just that they're unreliable, aren't I still your friend?" Mo Xuan kept reassuring his friend, if this was on Earth, Benedict should be very good, but unfortunately this is a world of force above strength, and the guarantee of a network without power is very fragile.

"Mo Xuan, don't you blame me. Benedict looked at Mo Xuan in surprise, he had the impression that if he was subjected to such a situation, he was afraid that he would break off his friendship as soon as he heard it.

"It's just a little thing, isn't it? In order to divert his friend's attention, Mo Xuan stretched out his hand, and a small flame appeared on Mo Xuan's hand, constantly swaying, undulating and rising.

"What, what's going on, are you a magician?" In Benedict's impression, only a magician could keep the fire element in his hands like this, and although the first-level magic ignition technique was similar to the flame in Mo Xuan's hand, Benedict felt that although he had drunk, he was not so drunk that he couldn't tell the difference.

"Of course, with me covering you in the future, Chebman will not dare to bully you. Mo Xuan looked at the flame in front of him with a smug look.

"Great. Benedict raised his glass with excitement: "Let's make a toast to you to become a magician." ”

Mo Xuan could see that Benedict was genuinely happy for himself, not duplicitous: "dry" took a sip of ale, and the atmosphere of estrangement between the two disappeared.

"Well, what was I doing, that's what it was. A wine burp was struck, and Lu Sien said to the two of them with a nonchalant look: "In our dwarf clan, if we are bullied, we will fight back with our fists." However, Mo Xuan is really rare to see a magician who can drink like you, I heard that those magicians dare not eat greasy food all day long, dare not drink alcohol, if it weren't for the fact that they don't have to follow the rules and precepts, I doubt that they are clerics. ”

Mo Xuan didn't comment on the dwarf race's racial outlook, but the latter words surprised him at the world's misunderstanding of magicians, in fact, magicians don't eat greasy food, but eat less, after all, every day is not in the laboratory, the library is cultivation, and there is not a lot of exercise, so their digestive system has begun to slow down, and it is not impossible to eat and drink, but not everyone can accept the appearance of a fat man.

"Don't say it, don't say it, let's drink. Instead of being obsessed with his own thoughts, Benedict became cheerful, holding a huge barrel and fighting with Moxuan Lusen.

"What, Benny, your dream is to be a powerful businessman. ”

"You want to be the best blacksmith in the world?"

"I, what exactly is my ideal? To be honest, I don't know, drinking, drinking. ”

The three of them were so drunk that Mo Xuan didn't know how to return to his home.

"Ahh Sitting up from his bed, Mo Xuan felt a splitting headache, it seems that he didn't drink less last night.

After washing up under Aina's service, Mo Xuan was ready to go out.

At the same time, in a house in the noble district of Sapphira, Chebman was furious.

"Dick, look at what kind of rubbish you're looking for, twenty or thirty people have been beaten by one person, and you dare to ask me for payment?" Chebman smashed the cup in his hand and pointed at Dick's nose and cursed.

"Boss, you can give it to you!" Dick said with a wry smile on his face.

"Why did you tell me to give them the money, a bunch of untouchables who didn't get anything done!" said Dick, and Chebman was even more furious.

The other attendant next to him was snickering, you see that you are usually very shy, aren't you awesome? Aren't you going to come up with ideas? Aren't you smart? Get scolded! It's cool! Now Chebman is even more impressed with you.

"And what are you laughing at, you are not even as good as Dick, he can still come up with ideas, you are simply a pig, you know how to eat and drink. The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and Chebman picked up the cup on the table and threw it at Les.

It's just that the strength is not very fast, after all, his body was hollowed out by the wine, and Les dodged the smashed wine glass in a flash.

"You still dare to hide, you ・・・・・・. Chebman was so angry that he didn't know what to say, but looked around for anything he could throw, and seemed ready to speak by force.

"Wait, wait, boss, I still have an idea, don't worry, this time I will let that kid die without a place to die. Saying that, Dick stopped Chebman, who was still looking for something, and motioned to Les to hide out of the corner of his eye, but Les was not stupid yet, and when he saw Dick's signal, he hurriedly ran outside, but the boss was not happy in his heart, and he didn't want to let himself bear the blame if he didn't cause trouble.

ps: To be honest, Halo is very entangled in why 90% of the pig's feet in the family where the pig's feet are located are the kind that are despised to death, no matter how awesome his father is, how hard he works. No matter how vegetable, lazy, or abnormal his opponent is, he is followed by a large number of sycophants. Why is it that in the same world, the pig's feet of the same family are always worse than the villains, but the ones who die must be the villains.

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