Mr. Fast did not come back on his own. He also brought a friend from the city, a female dwarf.

Dwarves may sound interesting to some people with little fetishes, but the barrel-like stature associated with dwarves can be intimidating.

If it's hard to understand, just imagine that a dwarf weighs about the same as a human, but only up to the height of an adult's belly.

As well as crucially, even female dwarves have bushy and coarse beards and hair.

If Annan can still treat Tasia as a woman after knowing that she is a woman, it is difficult to distinguish the attitude towards the female dwarf Annan.

The female dwarf is called Soruman Copperbeard, a very stereotypical dwarf name.

In any case, Annan was eager to talk to Soruman Copperbeard because of his novelty, but the dwarf didn't like him very much. In the dwarven aesthetic, Annan, who does not have excessive body hair and does not have a healthy wheat-colored complexion, looks like a plucked quail.

"What about me?"

Martin, who felt that he had a lot of body hair, approached to help Annan accumulate goodwill, and was kicked away by Mr. Fast.

"Get out of here and wipe the table, don't let me check for dust."

Mr. Fast and the dwarf burrowed into the tavern cellar, Evelyn wiped down the counter, and Annan opened the tavern door and windows to dispel the musty smell of wood in the tavern.

The tranquility and beauty of the moment behind the corner rooftops of the sky showing a brilliant sunset, sparse pedestrians on their way home, made Annan understand why an elite professional would open a tavern here

For a boy, though, nothing is adventurous and the story is appealing.

"It's going to rain."

Annan wiped the windowsill and looked at the sunset and muttered to himself.

"I hope so."

The bard appeared outside the window with his lute on his back, the cocktail feathers on his hat swaying in the evening breeze.

"Do you like rain too?"

"It's just that the rainy atmosphere is better for storytelling."

The bard walked into the tavern and hung his hat on the hanger, "Your lingua franca has improved again." ”

Annan accepted the compliment: "Aren't you in town these days?" ”

People who love the limelight are not necessarily bards, but bards must love to be in the limelight, and Annan has not heard of where the bards run these days.

The Bard says that he went to the neighboring town first, and was kicked out by his peers before he could start his part-time job at the tavern, and happened to meet Mr. Fast, so he hitched a ride to Breeze.

So when Mr. Fast and Soruman Copperbeard came up from the cellar, he greeted him unsurprisingly.

The tavern reopens, and Mr. Fast and Soluman Copperbeard sit in the corner to discuss matters. Evelyn watches the counter, Martin looks left and right, and Annan urges the bard to start today's story.

Because it has been closed for seven days, there are not many guests tonight, and they are all regular customers who can also be called by Annan. It seems evident that Annan was very interested in dwarves, and the bard told a lot about them.

In addition to the well-known dwarves who like to drink and black, there are also dwarves and elves who don't like each other, and the best meat tale to tell in a tavern: whether a human marrying a dwarf or a dwarf will give birth to a half-dwarf or a dwarf.

The story is officially certified by Soruman Copperbeard: Dwarves and humans cannot produce children.

Annan knew it was called reproductive isolation, but Soruman Copperbeard said that it was the dwarven gods who were trying to prevent the dwarven bloodline from being defiled—

This topic then leads to an interesting chain of prejudices: in general, humans are responsible for orthodoxy, orcs are responsible for savagery, elves are responsible for arrogance, dwarves are responsible for stubbornness, and nezumi are responsible for breeding.

Soruman Copperbeard scoffed at this, saying that humans are the least potential of the major races. Orcs have the strength of a level 1 warrior when they grow to a teenager. Elves are born to be the best rangers. Nezumi can multiply dozens of times in a summer. Dwarven forging is not innate, but an adult dwarf's arm is twice as thick as an adult human arm—

This assessment does not favor any race, and even the bard can only echo it, glorifying it as "human beings are the most balanced race".

Dragons are legends as long as they live to adulthood, and the gods have innate terrifying powers.

Potential corresponds to the ability to reproduce. Therefore, whether in this world or in other worlds, the potential of human beings is not high.

And the so-called "orthodoxy" is probably because human beings are found in every world and are favored by the gods.

"Singers, talk about something else."

Mr. Fast banged on the table. Soruman Copperbeard only cared about talking to him, and stopped talking about business.

The bard plays the lute and draws the attention of the guests and Annan back to the story, telling the story of the city of Breeze.

It is a city nestled in the middle of a forest, connecting the snow-capped mountains to the north and the verdant fields to the south, with winding roads leading in all directions. From there, you can enjoy both the snowy landscape of the northern part of Beaurut and the vast plains.

One block there can fit Pinglin Town, standing on the street and pouring a basin of water can pour more than a dozen professionals, and the north city gate is crowded with adventurers and mercenary groups returning from hunting in the snowy mountains.

Annan listened in fascination, and time passed quietly.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, there was a dull thunder outside, and the whimper of the wind was heard.

Prophecy?

The bard looked at Annan with some surprise.

The guests left one after another, not wanting to be trapped in the tavern on a rainy night.

"There shouldn't be any more guests."

Except for drunkards, no guests will come over on a rainy day. Mr. Fast told Annan to hurry home while the rain was still falling, and to clean up tomorrow when they went to work.

Watching the three little ones run out of the tavern and close the door of the room that had been flooded with cold wind, Fast looked at the bard who had put down the lute and sat in front of him.

"Aren't you going back?"

"You won't know what I've found......" said the bard, pulling the oil lamp over the lamp, with a mysterious expression, "Annan may be ...... prophetic"

"When I came he said it was going to rain, and it was a sunny day."

"I can say it every day, every day, and one day I can get it right." Fast straddled across from him.

"Prophecy? A boy who doesn't know the lingua franca and doesn't have magic? Soruman Copperbeard is also saying.

"You're a warrior and I don't know if he has magic or not, and he may be hiding."

Fast realizes that the bard has no reason to be aimless: "What have you discovered? ”

"I've heard something in Breeze." The Bard leaned in to the oil lamp, making his face vivid and clear, "The next lord of Breeze, the only male of the Reeves family, has been attacked. ”

"What does this have to do with prophecy?" Acute sub-dwarf said.

"Absolutely!"

The bard whispered as if telling a story about what followed: "I was walking around the city and heard the wind......

"Everyone in the Reeves family has a special black hair."