Dwarves are addicted to alcohol, and this is a well-known fact on the continent of Kostana.

As long as they are given enough wine, they will inevitably drink to their heart's content, and the standard of the dwarves is to get drunk and lie down.

The dwarf, who thought he was humorous and "brilliant", staggered up on a stool and stood still, singing a lame "song" from which bard, I don't know from which bard.

Teklin's incomplete voice, combined with his antics provoked bursts of laughter from the tavern's drinkers.

"Teklin, you come down for me, and we'll keep drinking. Hiccup......"

Blank, drunk, staggered to his feet and pulled the "singing" Teklin off the stool.

Tyklin stumbled out of his chair and nearly fell to the ground.

Blanc touched an empty cup with the one in Teklin's hand, tilted his head and poured it into his mouth, but only drank a little froth of the ale. Blank stared at the cup in confusion for a while, then flipped over the cup and poured it down, looking dazed, as if he hadn't figured out what it was all about.

Confused for a moment, Blank sobered up a little and shouted loudly to the bar, "Old Bill, your cup is leaking, get a new one......

Barfort, who was a little reserved at first, became a little talkative after drinking a few glasses of ale.

When he saw that Old Bill, who had been busy, did not notice what was going on, he went to the bar, asked Old Bill for a few large glasses of wine, and acted as a makeshift waiter for Blank to bring them ale.

"When did old Bill recruit a lame waiter? Huh? What's wrong with you, it looks familiar? I think I've seen you somewhere, haha......"

Blank, who was drunk, took the ale from Baffle's hand and looked at Baffle in a daze.

"Don't talk nonsense, Blank, you hurry up and drink the wine, I saw this waiter a few days ago, it's the waiter that old Bill just recruited, it's called ...... I don't know why my foot is lame. Drinking...... Cheers, you, and you, cheers......"

Teklin shouted loudly with his glass, and the tavern guests he had named raised their glasses, laughing loudly and drinking the wine from the glass.

Bafort felt a little helpless, these people were completely drunk and didn't even know anyone.

This feeling of being ignored made him, who was originally a beggar, feel some inferiority complex in his heart.

But what could he do?

He was just a lame beggar.

Barford sat alone in silence, sipping his ale, and the words in his mouth were noticeably less.

"I can't drink anymore, Hiccup......"

Lance was also drunk under Tycklin's hospitality, and his whole face was as red as a monkey's ass.

After clinking glasses with Teklin again, Lance went limped and collapsed on the wine table, while his little friend Ike had already drunk on the table, and when Lance fell, Ike, who was slightly disturbed, moved slightly, muttering something in his mouth.

Lance and his party drank in the tavern until the sun went down, and none of them were awake at the table.

Even Barfort fell to the ground drunk after being poured several large glasses of ale by Teklin.

Fortunately, there were a few dwarves who came to drink in the tavern who knew Tyklin, and at the behest of the tavern keeper Bill Sr., these dwarves brought the group of drunks back to Tycklin's residence by the way.

The dwarves of the continent of Kostana are born craftsmen and born warriors.

They have a rugged appearance and a strong, sturdy body.

Their character is uninhibited, down-to-earth and diligent, loyal and stubborn, and attaches great importance to love and righteousness.

They are drinkers, adventurous, and often turn their horns, and they like to tell "jokes" that are not very acceptable to everyone.

When the dwarves are naïve, they are as simple as children, but don't think that the dwarves' innocence is stupid, the dwarven race also has a large number of wise men and dwarven mages, but they rarely walk on the Kstana continent, and most people are not familiar with it.

Every adult dwarf is the target of being co-opted by various forces, and Teklin is no exception.

The Valley Guard of the Riverdale has invited Tyclin to join him many times, but he has refused, and the reason Tyclin gives is only two words - "freedom".

He yearns only for the adventure of freedom.

However, Teklin had promised that the friendly and harmonious Riverdale would be his second home, and that as long as he was still here, as long as the Vale needed to use him, he would not refuse.

Teklin and Blanc met during a mercenary adventure, and the two had a very close conversation during that adventure, and then relied on each other in several dangerous battles, thus forming a very strong friendship.

Although Blank gave up his adventure and became a businessman two years ago for some personal reasons, their friendship has not changed in the slightest.

More than half a year ago, Teklin was seriously injured during an adventure in a secret realm and was rescued by a half-elf youth who was traveling with him.

Tycklin, who was seriously injured, was brought back to the Riverdale, and it was in the Riverdale Valley that he was helped by the elves to regain his health, and during the recuperation period, Blanc also came to visit him a few times, and after seeing that Teklin was fine, he continued to go out for business.

It wasn't until recently that Blanc received news that Teklin had recovered and sought an opportunity to return to the Interriver Valley.

......

Because of Lance's relationship with Ike, Blanc did not confess Bafort's status as a beggar to Teklin and the rest of his friends in the River Valley.

When asked, Blanc was always perfunctory.

Therefore, in this unfamiliar environment, Bafort regained his self-confidence as a human being.

He used to have some inferiority complex because of his identity, but he gradually began to become talkative and "bragging".

On this day, the sun was exceptionally bright, and after a few days of life, Bafort, who had cleaned up, had completely lost the sloppy appearance he had when he was a beggar.

Bafort casually tied his shoulder-length hair back with a slight gray hair, bulging cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and shaved cheeks, the whole person looked very mature and charming.

In the evening, after drinking with the others in the tavern, Bafort was lucky enough to meet a middle-aged woman who had been widowed for many years.

If it weren't for the fact that the Riverdale was very safe, Lance and Ike would have almost gone out to look for it.

The next morning, Bafort, who had not returned all night, was lying comfortably on the comfortable soft bed, holding a slightly plump middle-aged woman in his arms, Bafort's eyes were a little confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"My hero, your life is really bumpy, otherwise, stay and live with me, if you don't dislike me for being a widow......"

The naked middle-aged woman buried her head in Bafort's chest, her fingers gently drawing circles on his chest.

When the word "widow" was spoken, the middle-aged woman's eyes were slightly dim.

The middle-aged woman's words made Bafort hold the middle-aged woman's hand tightened again, but he didn't speak.

In the woman's eyes, Barford was now hesitating, thinking.

In fact, Bafort's heart was just sighing.

The change in life came so quickly, but fortunately he had made the right decision at the time, if he hadn't followed the blonde-haired boy at that time, maybe he would have died at the hands of the gangsters in Frigue City by now, and who would care about the life or death of a lame middle-aged beggar.

After a moment of silence, Bafort let out a long sigh, as if he had finally made up his mind, and the middle-aged woman looked expectantly at the middle-aged man, who had a rough experience, expecting the answer she wanted from his mouth.

"But, dear darling, I am now a poor bastard with nothing, and I have a broken leg...... I...... Alas......"

Bafort said in a tone full of self-reproach.

He did not refuse the middle-aged woman's invitation, but he also did not explicitly agree.

But in the ears of the middle-aged woman, there was joy in her heart, and the woman said happily: "Oh no, dear, you are not nothing, you still have me, everything I have is everything to you, thank you God Twilight for letting you and me meet!"

The middle-aged woman's slightly plump body slowly climbed up Bafort's body......