When it comes to swearing, except for the demons of the lower realms in this world, there is probably no race that can compare to the drow elves, and regard foul language as a traditional culture worth passing on.

The shield dwarves with a relatively conservative atmosphere may be rude and reckless, but in terms of scolding, probably only the "loud voice" is worthy of affirmation.

In contrast, Cologne, who has always maintained his drowsy elegance, although he uses the lingua franca of the earth, but those subtle and caustic metaphors, various meat jokes from the gray dwarves, and the forbidden topic of "the blood of the gray dwarves and the shield dwarves", every word can make a shield dwarf who values the glory of the race angry.

Huo Kun stared at the blind halfling barber and drank the soup, and finally fell on Gedel, glanced at the high ponytail tied behind his head, and said in his drow language mixed with the accent of Waterdeep: "There are no blue-cap mushrooms in the surface world, and of course there is no spore bread, can you eat the white bread baked by humans?"

Gedel's eyes were fixed on Hokun, looking from top to bottom, before calmly replying, "Ronin, put your guard down. In front of a warrior who has been sealed in magic and stripped of his strength by a curse, your caution looks ridiculous. ”

This mocking tone, peculiar to the noble men of the Drow, did not bother the white-haired warrior in any way, and Hokun simply placed the wooden bowl containing the soup and a piece of white bread soaked in the soup three cubits away from Gdell before he said, "Monsieur Angola thinks that you are the most special of the guests he has brought back. Until Mr. Idriel decides your fate, I think you'd better stay here for the time being and don't do anything bad for you. ”

After this warning, Hokloun picked up another bowl of soup and handed it to the human slave who had been tortured with Gedel by the mother-faced lion.

The latter only hesitated for a moment, then picked up the soup bowl in both hands, showed a grateful expression to the drow in front of him, and then swallowed the food in large gulps.

After distributing the food, Hokun carefully chose a dead corner so that he could see everyone in the tunnel. On the other side, the shield dwarf blacksmiths finally wasted most of their strength in a series of roars, and could only stare at the grinning white-furred black skin, protesting, "Let's eat something, heartless little bastard!"

The blacksmiths were answered by the rock crust cake that Coren had thrown over, a hard, tooth-grinding scone with sea sedge and fried lichen, which was a good travel food. But looking at the appearance of the shield dwarf blacksmiths eating with their necks stretched and staring, you know that these dwarves are choked a lot:

"Little bastard, give us a bite of soup!"

"Then you have to say first, respected Drow warrior Mr. Cologne, please give the useless dwarves a sip of soup. ”

There is no doubt that this is the rhythm of provoking another war of words.

Gedel looked coldly at the two of his own kindred, and in front of a warrior of noble origin, the frivolous fool-like Coren needless to say, his body was full of flaws. Even Hokkun, who seemed to be more cautious and was burdened with the IQs of two drows at the same time, didn't seem to be very clever - the observation point he had chosen was too far from the exit of the tunnel, and if these slaves really wanted to do something, he would be surrounded by slaves at the first time.

Such a conclusion made Gedel once again doubt the true identity of these two Drow ronins, such a clumsy warrior could not survive in the dark realm......

Amid the noise of the delicate surface slave snoring and swallowing the soup, Gedel held his bowl of soup and wondered what kind of opportunities he could get from these two stupid-looking ronin.

And the surface slave who had eaten his share of food looked at Gedel's soup bowl with sparkling eyes.

Gedle was very tired of the gentle eyes of the Lothmon, and in order to pass away the look, he broke his white bread and gave the small piece to the slave.

"I have to get back to the Dark Regions sooner, this place is not for me at all. Thinking so, Gedel drank the soup from the bowl.

And at this moment, in the tunnel, in the former private clinic office, and now in the conference room of the Wooden Shoe Brothers Cooperative, someone is watching the people in the tunnel.

(Anti-piracy below, to be corrected later)

When it comes to swearing, except for the demons of the lower realms in this world, there is probably no race that can compare to the drow elves, and regard foul language as a traditional culture worth passing on.

The shield dwarves with a relatively conservative atmosphere may be rude and reckless, but in terms of scolding, probably only the "loud voice" is worthy of affirmation.

In contrast, Cologne, who has always maintained his drowsy elegance, although he uses the lingua franca of the earth, but those subtle and caustic metaphors, various meat jokes from the gray dwarves, and the forbidden topic of "the blood of the gray dwarves and the shield dwarves", every word can make a shield dwarf who values the glory of the race angry.

Huo Kun stared at the blind halfling barber and drank the soup, and finally fell on Gedel, glanced at the high ponytail tied behind his head, and said in his drow language mixed with the accent of Waterdeep: "There are no blue-cap mushrooms in the surface world, and of course there is no spore bread, can you eat the white bread baked by humans?"

Gedel's eyes were fixed on Hokun, looking from top to bottom, before calmly replying, "Ronin, put your guard down. In front of a warrior who has been sealed in magic and stripped of his strength by a curse, your caution looks ridiculous. ”

This mocking tone, peculiar to the noble men of the Drow, did not bother the white-haired warrior in any way, and Hokun simply placed the wooden bowl containing the soup and a piece of white bread soaked in the soup three cubits away from Gdell before he said, "Monsieur Angola thinks that you are the most special of the guests he has brought back. Until Mr. Idriel decides your fate, I think you'd better stay here for the time being and don't do anything bad for you. ”

After this warning, Hokloun picked up another bowl of soup and handed it to the human slave who had been tortured with Gedel by the mother-faced lion.

The latter only hesitated for a moment, then picked up the soup bowl in both hands, showed a grateful expression to the drow in front of him, and then swallowed the food in large gulps.

After distributing the food, Hokun carefully chose a dead corner so that he could see everyone in the tunnel. On the other side, the shield dwarf blacksmiths finally wasted most of their strength in a series of roars, and could only stare at the grinning white-furred black skin, protesting, "Let's eat something, heartless little bastard!"

The blacksmiths were answered by the rock crust cake that Coren had thrown over, a hard, tooth-grinding scone with sea sedge and fried lichen, which was a good travel food. But looking at the appearance of the shield dwarf blacksmiths eating with their necks stretched and staring, you know that these dwarves are choked a lot:

"Little bastard, give us a bite of soup!"

"Then you have to say first, respected Drow warrior Mr. Cologne, please give the useless dwarves a sip of soup. ”

There is no doubt that this is the rhythm of provoking another war of words.

Gedel looked coldly at the two of his own kindred, and in front of a warrior of noble origin, the frivolous fool-like Coren needless to say, his body was full of flaws. Even Hokkun, who seemed to be more cautious and was burdened with the IQs of two drows at the same time, didn't seem to be very clever - the observation point he had chosen was too far from the exit of the tunnel, and if these slaves really wanted to do something, he would be surrounded by slaves at the first time.

Such a conclusion made Gedel once again doubt the true identity of these two Drow ronins, such a clumsy warrior could not survive in the dark realm......

Amid the noise of the delicate surface slave snoring and swallowing the soup, Gedel held his bowl of soup and wondered what kind of opportunities he could get from these two stupid-looking ronin.

And the surface slave who had eaten his share of food looked at Gedel's soup bowl with sparkling eyes.

Gedle was very tired of the gentle eyes of the Lothmon, and in order to pass away the look, he broke his white bread and gave the small piece to the slave.

"I have to get back to the Dark Regions sooner, this place is not for me at all. Thinking so, Gedel drank the soup from the bowl.

And at this moment, in the tunnel, in the former private clinic office, and now in the conference room of the Wooden Shoe Brothers Cooperative, someone is watching the people in the tunnel.

When it comes to swearing, except for the demons of the lower realms in this world, there is probably no race that can compare to the drow elves, and regard foul language as a traditional culture worth passing on.

The shield dwarves with a relatively conservative atmosphere may be rude and reckless, but in terms of scolding, probably only the "loud voice" is worthy of affirmation.

In contrast, Cologne, who has always maintained his drowsy elegance, although he uses the lingua franca of the earth, but those subtle and caustic metaphors, various meat jokes from the gray dwarves, and the forbidden topic of "the blood of the gray dwarves and the shield dwarves", every word can make a shield dwarf who values the glory of the race angry.

Huo Kun stared at the blind halfling barber and drank the soup, and finally fell on Gedel, glanced at the high ponytail tied behind his head, and said in his drow language mixed with the accent of Waterdeep: "There are no blue-cap mushrooms in the surface world, and of course there is no spore bread, can you eat the white bread baked by humans?"

Gedel's eyes were fixed on Hokun, looking from top to bottom, before calmly replying, "Ronin, put your guard down. In front of a warrior who has been sealed in magic and stripped of his strength by a curse, your caution looks ridiculous. ”

This mocking tone, peculiar to the noble men of the Drow, did not bother the white-haired warrior in any way, and Hokun simply placed the wooden bowl containing the soup and a piece of white bread soaked in the soup three cubits away from Gdell before he said, "Monsieur Angola thinks that you are the most special of the guests he has brought back. Until Mr. Idriel decides your fate, I think you'd better stay here for the time being and don't do anything bad for you. ”

After this warning, Hokloun picked up another bowl of soup and handed it to the human slave who had been tortured with Gedel by the mother-faced lion.

The latter only hesitated for a moment, then picked up the soup bowl in both hands, showed a grateful expression to the drow in front of him, and then swallowed the food in large gulps.

After distributing the food, Hokun carefully chose a dead corner so that he could see everyone in the tunnel. On the other side, the shield dwarf blacksmiths finally wasted most of their strength in a series of roars, and could only stare at the grinning white-furred black skin, protesting, "Let's eat something, heartless little bastard!"

The blacksmiths were answered by the rock crust cake that Coren had thrown over, a hard, tooth-grinding scone with sea sedge and fried lichen, which was a good travel food. But looking at the appearance of the shield dwarf blacksmiths eating with their necks stretched and staring, you know that these dwarves are choked a lot:

"Little bastard, give us a bite of soup!"

"Then you have to say first, respected Drow warrior Mr. Cologne, please give the useless dwarves a sip of soup. ”

There is no doubt that this is the rhythm of provoking another war of words.

Gedel looked coldly at the two of his own kindred, and in front of a warrior of noble origin, the frivolous fool-like Coren needless to say, his body was full of flaws. Even Hokkun, who seemed to be more cautious and was burdened with the IQs of two drows at the same time, didn't seem to be very clever - the observation point he had chosen was too far from the exit of the tunnel, and if these slaves really wanted to do something, he would be surrounded by slaves at the first time.

Such a conclusion made Gedel once again doubt the true identity of these two Drow ronins, such a clumsy warrior could not survive in the dark realm......

Amid the noise of the delicate surface slave snoring and swallowing the soup, Gedel held his bowl of soup and wondered what kind of opportunities he could get from these two stupid-looking ronin.

And the surface slave who had eaten his share of food looked at Gedel's soup bowl with sparkling eyes.

Gedle was very tired of the gentle eyes of the Lothmon, and in order to pass away the look, he broke his white bread and gave the small piece to the slave.

(End of chapter)