After saying that, the gray dwarf businessman proudly raised his chest and drank the liquid in the cup.

Then he took out a handful of gold coins, turned to look at the bartender, and asked, "Where is Prometheus Trol? Where is Prometheus Trol? I want to discuss a good deal that can make a lot of money with him."

Prometheus Tral?

Upon hearing the name, Brian immediately became interested.

This is a dark area, and the gray dwarf merchant wants to do business with him, so if he guesses correctly, this guy with a stinky and long name is the person he wants to find.

No, to be precise, it should be the dragon he is looking for.

Prometheater is an ancient black dragon, calling himself a dusk merchant, and the caravan is called the "Dragon Treasure".

This old Yinlong likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, pretending to be an old human being, arresting valuable slaves everywhere, selling them to dark areas, and accumulating wealth for himself.

When he first teleported from a small world to a dark area, Brian was caught by this guy in unlucky manner and sold it to the Drow Elves. If it weren't for the chance, he wouldn't have died here long ago and wouldn't have lived until now.

So, Brian has always kept this account in mind.

Sooner or later, I will take over his old nest and expand my treasure house.

Originally, he was trying his luck with this old dragon. If he couldn't learn about this guy, it wouldn't matter.

If you are lucky enough to learn about this guy, Brian must come to the door for advice.

"Prometheater is in Room 23 on the fifth floor of the underground. Go and find it yourself, but I want to remind you not to disturb him before he finishes his work."

The halfling bartender took the gold coins of the gray dwarf with a smile, sat back again, and returned to its original state, even his voice and expression were lazy and ignored.

The gray dwarf businessman didn't care, so he jumped off the stool, walked to Brian, and explained: "Mr. Brian, I'm very sorry, I'm going to find Prometheus Trail, the twilight merchant of the 'Dragon Treasure'. If I'm lucky enough to build his path, my business will be able to expand at least half."

Brian smiled indifferently on his face, but was thinking in his heart.

As he guessed, it was indeed the old Yinlong.

In this case, he had to find a way to get in touch with the old dragon Prometheus Talakot through the gray dwarf Taracott, and then beat him up to kneel on the ground and sing to conquer.

"Okay, then you go, don't worry, I'll sit here and wait for you to come back." Brian said with a smile.

"Worry? What do I have to worry about? Mr. Mage, your power is as bright as stars, strong enough to make all existences pale."

Grey dwarf businessman Taracott quipped, with an elusive smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

He looked around and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, "But the people here are as restless as wolves, always loving to find new prey to play. The appearance of Mr. as a new face will undoubtedly attract their attention."

After saying this, the dwarf deliberately blinked at Brian, with a little humor and agility.

Then, he left the arch next to the bar with a wine glass in his hand, and his back gradually disappeared into the darkness.

As Taracott said, every inch of the bar is filled with a craze of trouble.

It is like a huge magnetic field, attracting countless souls full of vitality and danger.

The gray dwarf Taracott had just left when another stimulating smell came from the air - it was the breath of two dark elves men.

They were like two ferocious beasts that had just broken free from their bondage, and they walked to the bar with big strides.

These two men were dressed luxuriously and exuded a sense of arrogant aura.

Their arrival immediately made the air around him solidify, and a storm seemed to be brewing.

At this time, the Drow man with a huge jade buckle hanging on his belt widened his eyes and shouted to his companion in an exaggerated tone: "Hey, Morand, I guess it's a human! A real surface human!"

He stared at Brian, his voice full of surprise and excitement, as if he had discovered a new world, and the light of curiosity and desire flashed in his eyes, which made people unable to help but be attracted.

The Drow warrior, known as Morand, cast disdain and contemptuous eyes on his companions.

He sneered proudly, "Brother Jack, you, an inexperienced poor man, staying with you really ruined my face."

His words were full of disdain and contempt, as if humans were just insignificant existences in his eyes.

However, everyone knows that there is more information hidden behind his words.

He added contemptuously: "In a massage shop in our ancient Orens City, we have several human slaves, all of whom are masters of massage! As long as you enjoy it once, you will know that the pleasure is truly an unparalleled supreme enjoyment, but compared to human slaves, I heard that Oriana..."

Ge Jack's tone revealed a unique pride and satisfaction.

"Silly, is Oriana's charm easy to touch by you ordinary people? Morand, you should be cautious in your words and deeds, otherwise it may cause unnecessary trouble. If they know your arrogance and frivolity, they will never spare you easily."

Ge Jack's words were full of warnings and disdain, like a quenched sword, pointing directly at Morand's overestimation.

As Brother Jack's tone gradually cooled down, Morand still didn't know how to restrain himself. His eyes flashed with a provocative light. He stretched and said lightly:

"I am cautious, but I am still a human slave. I am quite curious about the massage method. Recently, the tasks have been heavy, and my muscles are sore all over my body, and I need to be relieved in urgent need of relief."

After saying that, he looked at Brian with a lofty attitude.

Faced with Morand's provocation, Brian only thought the scene was quite funny.

In his eyes, Morand's behavior was as vulgar as a gangster on the streets and alleys, and he often provoked others, which was disgusting.

Such provocative methods made Brian more deeply aware of these two challengers.

He couldn't help but start to guess whether someone was secretly manipulating these two stupid guys, and they might have been exploited so much that they provoked themselves so overestimated.

Brian's thoughts changed, remembering that he was looking for the magic notes of Haidowf, and a plan began to form quietly in his mind.

He decided not to show his voice for the time being, deliberately ignore the existence of these two provocateurs, and continue the scene to attract people who are secretly making trouble.

At this moment, there was only the fine wine in front of him, and the deep red color was like the brightest stars in the night sky, tempting him to taste every drop of sweetness.
Chapter completed!