Bardeen is a good ranger, a good friend, a dwarf who loves troll stew, and the father of a dwarven girl.

His clan's uncle often called him Lucky Boy, and Bardeen felt that he was quite honored to have such a daughter.

At this moment, the jewels of the mountains are displayed in front of Byer, and Bardeen's lovely daughter pours wine over Byer, who, though she may be about the same age as Byer, still looks like a human being eight or nine years old.

Bair took the ale and thanked the cute little fellow, and the Poisonblade soldiers were now in a mess with the other dwarves.

It was really done, and someone was preaching the beauty of Lakcha to the dwarf, and in this narrow new fortress, in a team of dwarves of less than a hundred people, it was as easy to spread as if it were close to the ear.

Mr. Dwarf, blushing, gestured with his fist.

"What Lakcha, Valéya is on top, her calves are more honorable than your young lady."

The Poisonblade Soldier wasn't a fuel-efficient lamp, and he had stripped off his armor, revealing muscles that he couldn't even restrain with linen.

"What Valea, how come she didn't bless your beard when Greenskin came?"

The others held their glasses and watched the two fools mingle, and they were so unhappy.

Bardeen brushed his beard, and his brown fur was stained with a lot of white foam. "Partition~"

"Fierce man, don't you care about your men?"

Baier watched the bubbles swirl in the ale, then soaked the bread in the troll stew. "What's the matter?"

"If he can't beat the dwarf, I want him to practice more."

Then he poured down the whole bottle in one gulp, and yes, as the dwarf had promised, it was stronger than the wine in his own collar, and the whole bottle was swallowed, and Baier spat out hot air.

At this moment, the soldier also knocked the famous dwarf to the ground with a single punch, and with the blessing of the gods, they are not ordinary humans.

Bardeen's eyes widened, it was the first time he had seen a human at a wine table.

On the whole, with the exception of Sir Flender, who had dinner on dry bread and jerky soup outside the fortress, everyone else had to be happy.

Jazz just needs to keep it safe and escape the dwarves' "food".

Although I don't know what the point is, the night will also make the superman who is over half a hundred years old feel comfortable and comfortable.

After a long time, Bair in the fortress stretched his waist, and he was a little more sleepy, and he was about to sleep with the soldiers in the wagon.

But before the dwarves could extinguish the last lights, Bardeen stole to find Bair and scratched Bair's cheek with his long beard, waking him up from his dream.

Bair waved his hand a little dissatisfied, and pulled the itchy beard away. "Oh, oh! Bardeen, what are you mad about? ”

Bardeen pulled out a tattered piece of parchment, deliberately avoiding the crowd, and said to Bayer.

"Fierce man, I found Karak. Zorn, the dwarven map of the ancient fortress! ”

Bayer looked sideways, and suddenly became interested. "The southernmost point of the world's mountain range?"

"The legend of an ancient fortress full of gold and silver?"

"Show me, Bardeen, show me that thing!"

This legend wasn't something that Bair knew from the beginning, but something he had learned recently in his trade with the dwarves.

He didn't care much about other things, such as the ancestral gods, the Longbeard Wars, and the Dark Ages, except for this little tale full of gold and silver treasures, Karak. Zorn made him listen with great interest.

When he snatched the map, it was filled with the intricacies of the ancient dwarven language, and the only figure was that of Picasso.

Bayer's interest is gone, and exploration is not his job.

"Just... This? ”

Changed Badin again, and he couldn't tell what was written on it, but he knew that the only noun on it was Karak. Zorn.

But this time he didn't want Baier to take him there, he held out his hand.

"I know Ebesrek, the commercial city of the Human Empire, and there is a shop in it that sells ancient books of the dwarves."

"I'm just a little short of the fare, fierce man..."

Bayer sighed and tightened the cotton futon.

"You have the daughter that the dwarves dream of, and you're also an important mountain ranger, and now you're reviving the Ginter mine, and then~"

"You're going on an adventure? Do you have a problem with your head? ”

Bair didn't quite understand it, and a map that only knew one word at least was far from impressing him when he went out.

Bardeen shook his head. "Fierce man, you don't understand, find Karak. Zorn is every dwarf's dream. ”

Bayer replied to him. "I know, it's the same with the recovery of Eight Peaks Mountain, and now you are willing to go with me to deal with Skarsnik?"

Bardeen's cheeks were slightly red and he walked away in a huff, but he didn't expect that Bayer was the first to reject him, but not the last.

And the next day, Bardeen was unusually quiet, and did not bypass Bayer, nor did he lose his temper, or draw a small notebook.

He just secretly loosened Beye's pedal a lot, and then he felt that the grudge was gone.

He thought that Bayer would fall into the mire because of this, like a little old man after a prank.