The dwarves' banquet hall is located in the city hall in the center of the city. The simple design of the Yucca era three hundred years ago made it look not luxurious, but it had a quaint beauty. A hanging lamp made of a complete piece of Fiery Sun crystal hangs down in the center of the hall, which is so huge that it is terrifying. Joshua estimated the energy contained in it in his heart, but found that this thing could at least provide sufficient fire element energy for a whole set of magical instruments.

But now, it is only used as a lamp.

This group of dwarves always remind you inadvertently that they are completely different from their appearance, not poor at all, but are very rich.

Shaking his head, the warrior drove the idea out of his mind.

As the protagonist and distinguished guest of this banquet, Gioshua was invited by Moria to sit on the main seat of the main table, but Gioshua politely rejected the proposal and gave a break. The two of them sat down at both ends of the main table in the center of the hall. After the dwarfs' band played their special music, the banquet began like this.

There were many people invited to this rally, and in addition to various administrative officials, many famous dwarves came here. As the backbone of the northern dwarf society, most of these people respected Moria, who was the great cast, as a great cast. This can be seen from their expressions and every move, but they did not seem to take the warrior seriously, but only had a little superficial respect.

The xenophobia of the dwarves is indeed not a false saying. Even though Joshua's name and deeds have spread here, some stubborn people still don't like their nominal lord very much and express disapproval of the warriors.

The food at the banquet was very rich. Although the residents of the North, both humans and dwarves, are not known for their delicious food, the specialty food prepared to welcome Joshua this time looked very delicious. Both the tyran worm bacon and the small sausage were very delicious. After eating these specialty delicious foods that were only found in previous life games, even Joshua's face was a little smile.

As the banquet unfolded, the atmosphere gradually became warm. Of course, since it was a dwarf's banquet, the most important thing was naturally not eating, but drinking.

"This cup is for the earth and lava!"

A red-bearded dwarf with seven metal rings on his beard came forward, looking a little drunk, holding a huge wine glass to toast Joshua.

Dwarves are sons of Mount Hokkien and Earth. They were born in the steel deep underground. Legend has it that in the first millennium when the initial fire just ignited, the earliest dwarves appeared around the huge lava lake underground. They used the light and heat of lava to explore in deep caves, discover minerals, get close to the earth, and develop civilization based on this. Therefore, whenever there is a blessing or other name, the dwarves will use this word.

"Give it to the earth and lava!"

He raised his glass without hesitation, and then poured it down in one breath. Joshua felt a hint of spicy gushing through his throat and stomach. His face did not change and he smiled and signaled.

The dwarf on the opposite side was trembling with a surprised beard. Joshua didn't seem to know, but he knew it. At this banquet, Moria ordered the best wine to be used, in other words, the strongest and spicy [Earth Fire] series. This is the wine brewed by the dwarves themselves, and the strength is very strong. In addition to the dwarves, both elves and humans usually have a glass of one cup, even if he, an old alcoholic, poured a cup in one breath, his face turned red, and his eyes looked at people with some aftertaste.

But why does the human in front of you seem to have no effect?

And to be honest, Joshua felt so good!

"It seems that the dwarf this time is different from the weak chickens like Brandon and Virdanni."

The warrior who savored the hot feeling of the spirit wine thought so, and he couldn't help but nodded: "It's worth fighting."

Without using Dou Qi to resist the side effects of alcohol, Joshua did not hesitate to drink with the dwarfs who came to toast. This group of bearded men who often drunken alcohol could also see that the human lord in front of him relied entirely on his body to resist the side effects of alcohol.

"This alcohol content should be the best among humans in two hundred years."

A dwarf was whispering to his companions, but no matter how loud his voice was, it was just like that. Everyone around him shook their heads, but the same feeling arose in his heart.

"It's not just the best. God is here. Those humans over the past two hundred years have not drunk as much as this one!"

In awe, he looked at Joshua who was still drinking not far away. The dwarf couldn't help but touch the steel drill mole beside him, and exclaimed: "I won't be drunk with a thousand cups!"

As a companion of the dwarf, the steel drill mole has the same status as the knight's war horse. Many dwarfs eat and sleep with their moles. This is their biggest assistant in middle-aged life. Whether it is digging caves or searching for mines, they have to rely on it. The mole beside the dwarf also nodded seriously with his master, as if they agree.

At this time, Joshua, who was clinking glasses with another dwarf, found that the eyes of the dwarfs around him had changed, and from the initial repulsion, it gradually became a hint of recognition.

He looked around and the dwarves raised their glasses to show respect.

Giothia naturally knew this custom with a smile.

Dwarves are addicted to alcohol, but do not appreciate the drunk people. As dwarves in industries such as casting, design engineering, etc. that require fine operation, compared to their apparent alcohol content, what they admire is that they can still calmly control their will and body after drinking.

Drunk people have no grasp of their own limits, let alone control their own body and will. Such people are not self-aware and are completely untrustworthy. And the more they drink but are not drunk, it means that they are firm in will, strong in spirit, and clearly know their limits.

And on the side, just as Joshua and the other dwarves drank.

Moria and Clayel are talking.

"Clayel, I really didn't expect you to return to the North. It's been a long time since I saw you."

The old dwarf's expression could not tell the joy of reunion of his old friend, but rather it was completely rejection. He frowned and spit out words from his teeth: "It's a blessing that Joshua doesn't know your identity, otherwise, how could he bring you here!"

"Time is the best antidote. It has been so long since they forgot who I am. Even if they know, they will not be like you."

The elf replied faintly to Moria. She didn't seem to mind the hostility revealed by the other party: "No one was wrong with the incident back then. Since you chose to abide by the oath, don't be so aggressive."

"Since that's the case, why are you going to come back?"

"I just want to come back and see the land they guard..."

Kleil sighed gently, and the elf druid stared at the stubborn eyes of the old dwarf in front of him and said sincerely: "I spent a hundred years learning the knowledge of balance and identifying the relationship between chaos and order. Now I finally understand the horror we were fighting against back then, but they have been stationed here and fighting against that power... Compared with this, the contradiction between us is as worth mentioning as willow catkins in the wind."

The elf sighed a little emotion: "A hundred years have passed, human beings have changed for three or four generations, and their descendants have grown to the point where they are not inferior to you and me... I returned to the north just to clear away the remnants of the chaotic power and meet my former friends by the way, that's all."

The old dwarf did not answer. He just poured a glass of wine, then turned his head silently, looking at Joshua, who was gradually recognized by the dwarves.

"It was the same back then, I had a great alcohol tolerance..."

He sighed: "His strength has surpassed him. If we had all the strength we are now, we would definitely not have..."

"What's the point of saying this now?"

The still young elf voice was leisurely: "You are a dwarf and the best blacksmith. You should understand this truth. The inheritance of human beings is like Damascus steel. It requires heavy pounding and repeated forging. Only in this way can you become harder and stronger, so that you can move forward from generation to generation, and eventually achieve an immortal legend...."

She raised the wine glass in her hand and smiled.

"This is a banquet to welcome Joshua. Don't always do this. Come and have a drink."

"……cheers."

(To be continued.)
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