After a few more drinks, the dwarf had a hint of drunkenness on his face.
Roy's questions became more and more random, seemingly unrelated.
"I heard that Mahakan is not only inhabited by dwarves, but also a large number of goblins, but since entering Carbon Mountain, I haven't seen a goblin. What is the reason?" The dwarves are even smaller, and the craftsmen are more skilled than the dwarves.
"A dozen years ago, there was a group of goblins living in Mahakam... They were not very tall, and each of them was more irritable, but the metallurgy and forging skills had nothing to do with it." They all moved away, and I heard that they moved to the Tyr Torsha Mountains, the real base camp of the goblins. The specific reason is unclear, maybe the Great Elder knows."
The young man felt a pity, and he could only wait for the opportunity to meet the legendary species again.
"By the way, Boss Reagan, Bernie, Dru, Diff, have you ever left Carbon Mountain? Have you ever seen the world beyond Mahakam?"
"What's good outside the mountain?" Diff shook his head, his furry face full of disdain, "Wine, weapons, and women are not as good as Tanshan, so why go out and suffer. Besides, leaving Tanshan means giving up your own house, no house How can I get my daughter-in-law? I don't plan to go out anyway."
"It's too absolute to say," Reagan put down his glass, with a hint of longing in his eyes, "in a few years, after the age of sixty, I want to go out and go for a break, go to Brother Pauly, and train with Lord Yarpan. Martial arts, it is best to make a name for yourself, and then return to Tanshan, why is there no woman to embrace?"
Dulu nodded straight, and the reflection of the wine glass in his eyes was replaced by a woman.
The stuttering dwarf Bernie frowned and objected, "Outside... Dangerous... Robbers... Cunning humans... There are... Squirrel Party in the mountains."
Reagan suddenly covered his mouth, and Dulu and Diff also changed their expressions.
Roy was hearing the name of the group for the second time, first from Sevier Hogg and then from Bernie. The former, as the nephew of the elder Tanshan, and the dignified Edsberg liquor agent, is well-informed and knows that the Squirrel Party is not surprising.
Can Bernie, a small character in Carbon Mountain, where did he hear about the Squirrel Party
As soon as he thought of this, he took a sip of strong wine. He didn't cheat this time. After swallowing, his face flushed, and he asked Bernie, "Have you seen the Squirrel Party?"
"What squirrel party?" The dwarf shook his head. "You heard it wrong, little brother, come on, let's continue drinking, what the squirrel party, the rat party."
"Boss Regan, why don't you open up and say," Roy said half-truth, "I'm from Lower Posada in Aden, have you heard of it? Not far to the east is the Valley of Hundred Flowers. I knew that there were a group of elves living in the valley. Because of the blood feud of the past generations, who have always regarded human beings as mortal enemies, they have used various illegal means to attack the human beings in the north, and the theft, robbery, and killing have emerged one after another.”
"The original loose extremist elves gradually formed an organization under the leadership of an elves sorceress. They were called the Squirrel Party because they liked to wear squirrel tails and tattoos on their bodies."
The ultimate goal of the Squirrel Party is to completely defeat the humans in the north, establish their own country, and never be bullied and humiliated by humans again. In fact, most of the non-human races in the northern countries, especially the elves and elves mixed blood, were humiliated in the slums and faced endless discrimination and oppression. Later, more and more chose to join the Squirrel Party and rise up to resist.
In addition to elves, some dwarves were also drawn in.
"How do you know so much at such a young age?" Reagan immediately let go of Bernie's mouth, who immediately stuck out his tongue and gasped frantically.
"Witchers always know a little bit more than ordinary people..." Roy smiled. "To a certain extent, witchers are also inhumans, so they don't have to be secretive to us."
The dwarf thought for a while before answering, "Like most of the people in Carbon Mountain, we have never seen the Squirrel Party with our own eyes... The actions of those people violated the rules and regulations set by the elders, and they are the targets of Carbon Mountain's strict attack. ."
"Whoever has anything to do with the Squirrel Party can only be driven away in shame!"
"So, compared to the elves of the squirrel party, the elder is more inclined to humans?" Roy asked curiously.
"The elder doesn't take sides, it's just because humans can communicate, and the Squirrel Party is too paranoid and wants to brainwash all the dwarves in Carbon Mountain, so it's banned." The dwarf burped, "I know so much. , let's drink!"
The other party didn't want to say more, and Roy didn't force it either.
Twenty glasses later, Regan Dahlberg was snoring on the table, drunk, but his eyes were still clear and not the slightest hint of intoxication.
"How, three brothers, this time I won the game, right?"
"Okay, the boss capsized in the gutter and underestimated you." Diff looked at his belly in surprise. After 20 cups, he couldn't see the slightest rise and fall. A space bag?"
Roy's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the other party had guessed it.
"Just kidding!" The dwarf suddenly shook his head again, "Carbon Shanren's words count, the boss's crossbow now belongs to you!"
"It looks like you haven't had enough time to drink. Do you dare to continue drinking? This time I'll let you go to the toilet!"
Roy looked around the three dwarves, their faces were eager to try,
"Why don't you dare? Everyone knows that after the witcher's mutation, the amount of alcohol will increase tenfold. Today, I will let you see it!"
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An hour later, there were three more drunken ghosts in the cave.
The only people who could still sit were Roy and the stuttering dwarf who was flushed and half-drunk across from him, "Bernie, they all say you are stupid and can't speak clearly, but you are clearly the smartest among the four brothers. The clear one."
"Hey, have vision!" After this stutter was drunk, he smoothed his tongue miraculously.
"Boss Reagan has never seen the Squirrel Party, you must have." Roy asked with bright eyes.
"I haven't seen it! I haven't seen it in the last year, Hiccup..." The dwarf's flushed cheeks had a fascinated expression, "In the past, they wandered in the depths of the forest with thieves and beasts, and Carbon Mountain was firmly guarded against. ."
"Wandering deep in the mountains? You mean the mountains in Mahakan?" Roy's tone trembled, thinking of the discussion he had with the witcher yesterday.
But the dwarf grinned at him, showing his two front teeth, and fell asleep.
Roy glanced at the four drunks, shook his head, took out the crossbow "Blood Brothers" in the space, put it in front of Regan Dahlberg, and left the cave.
This bow meant even more to Reagan, and the other party helped him a lot today, so it didn't take anyone's favor.