Chapter 357 Drunkard
Then Eugen was thrown aside, and Sorian almost immediately and enthusiastically embraced the young dwarf. They communicated in Khazarid as if no one was around.
The dwarf had completely forgotten about Eugen.
More is above, or the ancient saints are above. They should not care about the order of respect for Eugen.
The oracle watched the two dwarves, one old and one young, talking more and more intensely. He and the Ugor man who was hesitant to talk beside the young dwarf inadvertently made eye contact, and they both saw each other's helplessness.
The two humans tried to interrupt the dwarf's conversation several times, but their voices were not loud enough, and the sporadic soft words were lost in the dwarf's thunderous laughter.
The dwarves hugged each other tightly like crazy and beat each other's backs hard, like relatives who had been reunited after a long separation. Sorian's smile once made Eugen mistakenly believe that the young dwarf was Longbeard's illegitimate son.
Obviously, this is impossible, as can be proven both genetically and mystically.
Sorian obviously didn't remember the secret he had not yet told Eugen, and the dwarf named Karado probably also forgot about meeting Boyer. Eugen watched them talking and laughing all the way, pulling each other as they walked towards the tavern.
I hope Master Teclis won't take this little thing too seriously.
In the reception room, Teclis discussed the recent developments in Mirkavala with the human lords. He did not want humans to worry too much about higher-level matters, so he only slightly reminded them to be vigilant in the near future.
Humans cannot resolve issues involving the great demons and evil gods, so let Tigris bear the pressure. There is no practical significance in having one more person to share the burden.
The implied arrogance made the wizard realize that he now regarded himself as the only savior of the world, just like other elves.
Even after realizing this, he did not repent and did not speak out about the drastic changes in the south.
It was enough for Prince Pearl to worry about the changes in the south; the top priority for the lords of Kislev was to stabilize the situation on the home front.
Valery Boyer had been informed by his southern colleagues that a new Tsar was about to begin changing Kislev, and the two discussants could only hope that the Tsar would at least do a better job than Catherine.
No one wants to have a teammate who holds them back in a critical moment.
However, Valeri seemed to think that the heir of the Boha family was worthy of hope, and Tsar Vladimir Boha sounded like a suitable monarch.
At least he knew to allocate funds to the northern border instead of letting the post-disaster border continue to be self-reliant.
The rambling discussion continued, and the tea was changed several times, but it was past noon, and Teclis still did not wait for the arrival of the human messenger and the dwarf messenger.
Another cup of tea was poured, and when the two had finished talking about all the topics, a soldier led the frightened Ugor and the oracle who looked unnatural into the meeting room.
Eugen coughed lightly, signaled the unfortunate guy to shut up with his eyes, and told the archmage the whereabouts of the dwarf in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Sorian and the dwarves from the Land of Giants are communicating in a friendly way using the dwarven way. Gentlemen, the dwarves know how to communicate with their own kind better than we do. Perhaps you should move to..."
Eugen swallowed the words "White-Ass Tavern" with difficulty. Even he was embarrassed to say the vulgar name of the tavern in such an occasion.
"Maybe you should move to the tavern in the Fire District."
The Flame Zone is the area around the Daha Palace. When it was first named, Eugen wanted to call it the "Inner Flame", but the simplest name received the most support from the people, and Eugen's suggestion was unfortunately rejected.
If the lizardmen were to decide, there would probably be a cooler name. Eugen is very happy to see the traditional naming method of the lizardmen.
Unfortunately, the cold-blooded people ran away to an unknown place when the city was first built. Thoros in the Daha Temple was obviously not easy to communicate with. Without permission, Eugen had no doubt that he would be instantly executed by the temple guards as long as he got close.
Neither the boyar nor the elven wizard had any intention of competing with a poor Ugor rider, so the unfortunate man's dereliction of duty was naturally ignored, and he even received his reward as usual.
Eugen watched him leave the flame area and rush into some alley in the ash area of the outer city to have fun.
I really hope he won't be caught and thrown into an inner city jail for illegal bed dealings.
Eugen followed the wizard and the lord at a leisurely pace and arrived at the tavern bored.
The two dwarves occupied a good position in the middle of the tavern. A circle of unarmored soldiers around them shouted and urged them to drink, adding fuel to the already lively atmosphere.
Even when the lord arrived at the tavern, no one noticed.
Beer bottles with only a few drops of liquid left were piled up into a small hill next to the dwarf's desk. The two dwarves each held a wine jug, glared at each other, and poured alcoholic drinks into their mouths.
No one knew how their stomachs could hold so much alcohol.
This seems to be an invisible contest, but it just seems a little too exaggerated.
If it were an ordinary human, he would have died from excessive drinking by now, thought Eugen, an ordinary human.
The men with red faces and thick necks were also holding bottles of wine. They couldn't even speak clearly. From time to time, the drunkards hugged each other and communicated with each other in illogical words.
In just a blink of an eye, someone fell drunk on the ground, becoming the new decoration in the pub. Such decorations had already covered the entire floor.
Fortunately, the archmage did not speak at this time. Eugen did not dare to think about how embarrassed these soldiers would be after they sobered up due to his sarcastic remarks at this time.
"Sometimes sleeping is more comfortable than waking up. I have experienced this deeply." Teclis just shrugged self-deprecatingly. Of course, no one here knew that he was once just an ordinary elf who couldn't even walk steadily and was seasick.
Valeriboye did not disturb the dwarves' drinking contest, but found a clean seat and waited quietly for the dwarves to finish their conversation.
He had seen the dwarves' drinking parties when he was young.
The tavern owner was nervous and wanted to complain when he noticed the two uninvited guests, but no one blamed him for running his business as usual.
The two dwarves went to fill the water one after another, then staggered back to the table to continue drinking.
After a while, Sorian finished another bottle of wine in one gulp and muttered incoherently to the Norse dwarf:
“This is a bit too unruly.”
Apparently, the drunkard across the table couldn't hear Longbeard's complaints and was just drinking voraciously.
Logically speaking, they had already finished the ten barrels they had agreed on, the winner had been decided, and it was time to decide who would pay the bill.
Sorian burped, unwilling to be a loser, and was forced to pick up another bottle of wine.
This not only involves the elder's face, but also concerns his already limited small treasury, and he will not give it up.
It was not until the young dwarf fell heavily on the table, his yellow teeth almost knocking off a piece of the greasy and dirty wooden table, that Sorian proudly slammed the wine jug on the table.
Eugen tried to help Sorian up, but the dwarf insisted that he was not drunk, so the oracle could only leave him to fall to the ground.
(End of this chapter)
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