The next morning, after Roy found the four Reagan brothers in the bathhouse, he waited for Sanchez to get a barrel of Mahakam.
He lived in an unfamiliar place in Tanshan Mountain, and he just took advantage of free drinks to get closer to the local people and gather information.
Reagan Dahlberg's beloved crossbow was taken away by himself, and he did not become angry. His temper was quite good, and it was worth winning over.
A group of people came to the cave of Reagan's boss.
The carbon mountain archery champion's residence is extremely simple. Except for the bed, table, chairs, and kerosene lamp, he can't even see an iron pot. It can be seen that he has never cooked a fire on weekdays.
If Roy realized something, no matter which world he was in, most men without girlfriends were so sloppy and decadent.
The dwarf wiped the square table rudely with his sleeve, wiped the thick dust, and placed a dozen or so forearm-length, two-ounce cylindrical wooden cups prepared in advance, all filled with wine.
In the scent of wine, the four dwarf brothers twitched their noses and their eyes became intoxicated, not much better than Vivien's alcoholic father.
The young man has never understood what magic power is hidden in the thing in the cup, which makes everyone fascinated.
"Little brother, I will fight against you in this game." The corners of Regan Dahlberg's mouth and eyes curled up involuntarily, staring at the wine and couldn't stop his smile, "You can't play tricks when it comes to drinking... The rules are simple and rude, we both play at the same time. The one who drinks the most before he gets drunk wins."
"Old... daddy, you... had a match yesterday, it's time to take a good rest!" Bernie grabbed his arm, his black eyes full of anticipation, "I... I'll drink for you!"
"Fool, what's the fun with the amount of alcohol that falls in three cups!" Dulu's bear paw pressed against Bernie's rough face, pushed it aside, and rubbed his hands with shining eyes, "Both boss and Diff have compared to each other. Now, it's my turn this time!"
"I'll do it..." Deve was not to be outdone. "Which of our brothers is better than me in terms of Gwent's skills and alcohol?"
"Enough!" Reagan's face sank, and he scolded several people, "Look in the mirror and see how stupid you are! You smell alcohol, but you don't know what your surname is? Who knows who wins or loses when you're drunk! "
"You can't drink a drop of wine until Roy and I have finished drinking!"
The three brothers stopped "competing for jobs". Although their faces were still unwilling, they just craned their necks and stared at the drinks on the table.
Roy looked at a table of wine glasses, his eyes were dizzy, and in terms of the real amount of alcohol, he would pour about two glasses, but...
When it comes to drinking, dwarves never linger.
Reagan sat on the chair, stretched out and lifted his big fluffy hand, and turned the wine glass upside down. The wine spilled down the thick beard and onto the chest hair, like a small waterfall, wetting the thick belly on his belly. The padded jacket, his crotch was also damaged.
Roy saw a slight toothache.
Is this guy drinking or spilling alcohol? At least a third of a cup is wasted.
But he has a better way of cheating.
Items that conform to the volume and are under his control can be collected into the storage space through physical contact.
Drinks in the mouth are no exception.
Roy imitated the dwarf's rough posture, sitting with his legs crossed, raising the wine glass with both hands, raising his chin, the mouth of the glass was slanted against his lips, and his throat was gurgling.
A few seconds later, he swung the wine glass in his right hand in front of the dwarf, and there was not a drop of wine left.
When the dwarf saw this, surprise and admiration flashed across his bearded face.
But I don't know that the other party seems to have drank all the things in the cup, but in fact, all of them have been secretly moved to the storage space. After drinking a cup, his face was not red or panting, except for the taste of wine on his tongue and mouth, which was easier than drinking plain water.
"Little brother, I have to say sorry to you," Regan said sincerely, wiping the drink from his beard, "You have small arms and legs, thin skin and tender meat, and no hair on your mouth. I thought it must be someone who was drunk. The way it looks, I didn't expect that the amount of alcohol is not bad, and drinking is unambiguous... You really are a good person!"
Does alcohol intake have anything to do with personality
Roy shook his head, not understanding the dwarf's brain circuit,
He pretended to wipe the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, "Boss Reagan, I actually have a request..."
Halfway through the sentence, the dwarf suddenly widened his eyes, thinking of something, and sternly refused, "Little brother, a barrel of wine can't buy me, it's a matter of principle."
"Carbon Mountain prohibits women from marrying out! We can't introduce women from our clan to you without our conscience, and you will die!"
Stuttering next to him raised his eyebrows and said in agreement, "Impossible... we all... don't have a girlfriend, can't... cheap... you."
"How many are bachelors?"
Roy seemed to poke at their pain point, and the four dwarves fell silent for a while.
"Who said that! Bernie knows a good girl. If he is bolder, he will take the initiative to confess... We have had nephews and nieces to play with."
It's not still single.
56 years old, 57 years old, 58 years old, 59 years old, the four dwarves are about the same age, and they are all adults.
"Don't worry, I have no intention of competing with a few brothers for the women of Carbon Mountain. During my stay in Carbon Mountain, can Boss Reagan give me more pointers on crossbow shooting skills."
"I have benefited a lot from listening to you at the shooting range before."
"You want to train with me? Hic—" The dwarf was taken aback by the request.
And the shortest Dulu asked first, "Where did you hear about that?"
"What's wrong, is there a problem?"
"Your eyes are very vicious." Dulu gave Dive a look, and the latter immediately pointed to Regan with a gleaming look. "Boss isn't just a three-time Carbon Mountain Archery Champion. He's also Lord Paulie Dalberg's younger brother."
"And Mr. Pauli once followed Yarpan Zigrin to join the dragon hunting team and hunted down the dragon of Quartz Mountain, Okvesta! Its treasure contains dazzling sapphires and diamonds the size of cherries!"
As he said this, a strong look of pride appeared on the faces of several dwarves, but Roy's heart skipped a beat, and he never thought that he would have such a history in just cheating on anyone.
Paulie Dahlberg, he didn't remember much, but he knew Yarpen Zigrin.
Years ago, Arpen Zigrin fought alongside Geralt and Yennefer, hunting green dragons.
Although the hunt ended in failure, the golden dragon Welun Tretames rescued the mother and daughter of the green dragon, but Yarpan retreated with the team members. Its ability is evident.
"My answer to you is in the wine," Regan smiled suddenly, "drink enough to find out."
After he finished speaking, he gulped another drink.
Roy turned his head and glanced at the dwarf who was slightly drunk, feeling that this could happen in all likelihood.
He pretended to have another drink and asked casually,
"Have you heard of the four cases that have occurred around Carbon Mountain in recent months?"
The dwarf was dazed for a moment, and then his face showed a fierce light, "Which man from the Carbon Mountain doesn't know?! The abominable murderer has destroyed four families! Don't be caught by me, or an arrow will shoot him in the head!"
Then he said to him formulaically, "By the way, this matter cannot be disclosed to the villagers outside the Carbon Mountain!"
Roy spread his hands, "Don't worry, of course I understand. But do you know if there is anything special about the four victims? Or something in common."
"Ah? Common ground? How did I know? The elders are not allowed to spread the word." Regan wiped the drink on his beard and couldn't answer.
He turned his head and glanced at Dulu and Dive again, both of them were blank, but Bernie suddenly clapped his hands,
"There! Adria... Foss... The two deceased are employees of the fifth mining area, and Kelvin Hogg... is in charge of the mining area."
"Two of the four dead were workers in the fifth mining area?" Roy was moved, "There are two more?"
"The hunting party... and the patrol..."
"How many mining areas are there in Carbon Mountain?"
"Fifteen..."
With so many mining areas, Lushoujing chose two targets from the fifth mining area. Roy was a little surprised, just a coincidence? "There are two dead people in Kelvin's mining area, should it be considered a major mistake? He is not responsible?"
"Heh..." On the other side, Diff with a big belly took over the conversation, with a hint of contempt on his face, and lowered his voice, "It's not surprising, that kid is average in ability, but he has a lot of skills. he."
"He begged for a job as the captain of the mine guard with a single mouth. The elder was also soft-hearted, and entrusted him with the task of assisting in the pursuit of the murderer. That guy is just an adult, and he has neither experience nor ability, so how can he be qualified? To be the captain? The murderer made it clear that he only picked soft persimmons and killed both of them."
He suddenly came close to Roy's ear and said mysteriously,
"Actually, there is a rumor among our Mahakan sentry guards that Kelvin Hogg is actually not the nephew or nephew of the Great Elder's rotten street at all, but... his own son, illegitimate son. Remember to keep it secret!"
"Enough, Diff, you've lost your head before you drink?! Chew your tongue again and kick you out of Mahakam!"
"The Fifth Mining District Kelvin."
Roy was thoughtful, and remembered the guy's bad attitude towards him when we first met, "Kelvin hates humans? Prejudice against humans?"
The four dwarves shook their heads, "That's not clear..."