The architectural style of the dwarves is indeed completely different from that of humans. The biggest thing that Ryan felt was the dim light in the Rock Fortress. If he had not practiced martial arts with Galib for a period of time when he was young, he would not have been in such a dim environment. He had quite some experience. He probably couldn't even identify the direction. Even so, Ryan's guards were completely blinded. They had to light torches to illuminate the way forward, so that JB would keep looking back at this group of people. Human beings with “strange” customs,
From Freya, Ryan understood what was going on. It turned out that dwarves, like elves, were born with the ability to see in the dark. They could distinguish the surrounding environment even if there was no light. In that ancient era, flames had not really been used. The creatures on this continent mastered the use. The elves and dwarves relied on this ability to survive in this world. It was not until later that humans slowly rose up relying on magic and technology that they replaced the two races.
Ryan walked on the passage inside the Rock Fortress, admiring the dwarves in his heart. The feeling of Ryan walking here is no different from walking on the streets of the new city of Iron Fist Castle. The height from head to foot is more than 5 meters, which is not the case. It would give people any sense of oppression. Ryan even estimated the width of the passage and felt that it would be no problem even if two carriages were walked side by side. But this is underground, which has to be amazing.
After several twists and turns and passing through several levels, Ryan's eyes suddenly opened up. In front of him was a huge space that looked a lot like a square. There were many dwarves sitting around the fire and drinking together. As we drank and chatted, the originally quiet environment became lively.
Caves were carved out of the stone walls around the square. They were obviously the residences of the dwarves. Captain Jebina led Ryan and the others directly to a cave with a wooden sign hanging on the doorway, and shouted loudly into it. shouted: "Director Lombard, Her Majesty the Elf Queen is here to visit. Don't plan on Sam's two barrels of strong rum. Come out quickly."
JB's words made Ryan almost laugh. The dwarves were so cute, and they had no idea of inferiority between them. This also made Ryan feel a little envious. But when the Lombard manager came out, Ryan finally couldn't help laughing, because he saw a drunken dwarf holding a large wine barrel that was as tall as him and thicker than his waist, swinging out, and almost walked to JB. While doing so, the dwarf stumbled for some unknown reason. A little of the golden wine filled in the barrel swayed out and fell to the ground. Ryan's nose immediately smelled a pungent aroma of wine.
Before Fulia could speak, a burlier dwarf immediately jumped out of the cave marked by a wooden sign with a wine glass. He looked at the little bit of golden wine on the ground with distress, and pointed angrily at the previously moved dwarf. The dwarf holding the wine barrel cursed: "Lombard, you bastard, do you know how much effort this thunder wine cost me, and you dare to spill it? You... you are... a waste, such a waste."
"Hiccup." The dwarf who came out carrying the wine barrel burped, then put the wine barrel in his arms on the ground, and said to the dwarf who rushed out from behind: "You just spilled a little bit, you Just think of it as a smell for me, and I said, Sam, don't worry about it, I have to go greet the distinguished guests, and sometimes I can worry about it when I'm drinking in the evening."
The dwarf named Sam muttered a few words and stomped back. The dwarf who came out with the barrel looked around with his drunken eyes and said to Freya. : "Hello, noble Elf Queen, please forgive me for being drunk, but the strong rum brewed by Sam is really good, I just drank a big glass, burp."
Freya has been here several times, and she is also very aware of the dwarf's alcoholic character. Naturally, she will not have any thoughts of blaming Lombard for his gaffe, so she said with a smile: "Since we are all friends, we elves, Dwarves and humans have also formed allies. Don’t worry about these boring rules. Come on, Lombard, please allow me to introduce you to my husband, the human mage Ryan.”
Lombard followed Freya's fingers and saw Ryan standing aside. He shook his head and said: "Looking at this thin figure, I guess drinking is not enough. Uh, wait, Her Majesty the Queen, when did you get married? Why didn’t our King, His Majesty, get the invitation?”
"Not yet..." Fulia's voice became smaller and smaller, and her face turned red again. After all, it would be arrogant to say that Ryan is her husband when meeting people. After all, Ryan's only wife is currently Faras, but if Freya says that she is just Ryan's lover, then the entire elf will lose face. This is why her guards hate Ryan. In their view, Ryan is a typical playboy. There are so many women around him, and Her Majesty, their supreme Queen, is only one of them, and she still has no status,
"Oh, it doesn't matter. It's just the same thing anyway. If you want to drink in Demon Moon City, you can also drink in Rock Fortress." Lombard staggered to Ryan's side. His height only reached Ryan's chest, but The strength was amazing. He pulled Ryan back to the wine barrel, then picked up the barrel with all his strength, handed it to Ryan and said, "Drink."
Ryan's face looked bitter. He just smelled the smell of the wine and felt dizzy in his head. However, looking at this posture, if he didn't drink, he would immediately be considered by the dwarves as looking down on them. Not only would he not be able to be friends, Afraid of causing more disputes, the helpless Ryan had no choice but to look at Fulia for help, and the latter gave Ryan a helpless look, then looked at the big wine barrel in front of Ryan, indicating that the only thing he could do was drink. Solution,
Ryan sighed secretly in his heart. He had always been a teetotaler, but he didn't expect to have to break the habit today. He lowered his head and took a big sip by the wine barrel. The stimulating wine slurry poured into Ryan's throat. Immediately, Ryan felt a hot heat going down his chest. After taking this sip, Ryan felt that his entire upper body was numb, as if he had been struck by lightning. The only thing he could do was to quickly close his mouth tightly. , I'm afraid that as soon as I speak, I will spit out the wine. That would be really rude.
"Uh, did you really drink it?" The Lombard manager looked at the wine barrel in his arms. The wine pulp inside didn't seem to have changed, so he said to Ryan with a suspicious expression: "You're welcome, this is Sam The carefully brewed thunder wine can only be drunk at this time of the year."
Ryan only felt dizzy, his stomach was churning, and the sour and numb feeling soon spread throughout his body, as if he would spit out the wine he drank at any time, so Ryan became more and more afraid to open his mouth to speak, and just used He gestured towards Lombard a few times, indicating that he had drank some.
"No, no, we dwarves all choose men based on their drinking capacity. As the husband of the Elf Queen, how can you drink so little." Lombard seemed to understand what Ryan meant, and he greeted Sam's hotel. , and then continued: "Maybe you are not used to drinking from such a large barrel, then let's change to a cup."
Ryan was secretly happy, thinking that if he used a small wine glass, he could delay it for a while, so he quickly opened his mouth and said: "Okay..." However, the wine that Ryan drank before kept boiling. When he opened his mouth like this, the boiling wine The liquid immediately returned along the original path, and Ryan spat it out with a "wow" sound. He looked so embarrassed and embarrassed,
After Ryan hurriedly wiped his mouth, he looked up and saw a large wine glass big enough for him to wash his face, and a large glass of wine slowly filling the wine glass. Ryan quickly opened his mouth to refuse, but Lombard took advantage of him to open his mouth and directly took the wine glass. He poured it into Ryan's mouth. Ryan struggled desperately, but his physical strength and strength were completely inferior to Lombard, and it was impossible for him to use magic. After all, the other party had no ill intentions, so the whole cup was poured into Ryan's mouth. belly,
"Well, it's just so-so. I can barely pass the test." Lombard looked at Ryan with some dissatisfaction, but he was too embarrassed to force him to drink. After all, he was the husband of the Elf Queen, not his fellow dwarf. , but the unwilling Lombard rolled his eyes and immediately thought of a way, so he roared loudly: "My compatriots, the noble Elf Queen came to the Rock Fortress and brought her husband with her. We welcome them with the warmest ceremony."
In fact, when Fulia and the others entered the square, they had already attracted the attention of all the dwarves here. After all, dwarves and elves have very outstanding appearance characteristics, but most of the dwarves did not know Fulia's identity. , now that they heard that the dwarf’s best friend, the proud queen of the elves, was actually married, everyone was curious about who she had chosen, and they gathered around.
Ryan's reputation as a teetotaler, along with his magical power, spread almost throughout the continent. After Ryan was given a large glass of strong drink, Freya immediately walked beside him worriedly to support him. At this time, Ryan's He looked very bad. His body was leaning against Fulia's body limply. It seemed that as soon as Fulia let go, he would fall to the ground and then fall asleep. This made Fulia very worried.
At this time, many of the nearby dwarves had gathered around. After Lombard's embellished description, Ryan, who never drank alcohol, turned into a human mage with an outstanding ability to drink. So the dwarves were holding wine glasses or carrying Wine barrel, prepare to have a drink with the human man who has won the heart of the Elf Queen. This is also the most commonly used ritual among the dwarves, and the most enthusiastic one is to rely on his own wine capacity to "annihilate all the dwarves who are toasting" "Although there are very few people who can do this, once they can do it, they immediately gain everyone's recognition and become the dwarf's best friend.