Alien world

Chapter 12 12. There will be rain tonight
Mr. Fast didn't come back by himself.He also brought a friend from the city - a female dwarf.

Dwarves, while sounding like they might interest someone with a little quirk, are put off by the cask-like stature with which dwarves are so closely associated.

If that's hard to understand, just imagine a dwarf about the same weight as a human, but only as tall as an adult's midriff.

And, crucially, even female dwarves have thick, coarse beards and hair.

If Annan can still treat Tasia as a woman after knowing that she is a woman, it is difficult to distinguish his attitude towards the female dwarf Annan.

The female dwarf is called Soluman Bronzebeard, a very stereotypical dwarf name.

Anyway, Annan wanted to talk to Soluman Bronzebeard because of the novelty, but the female dwarf didn't like him very much.In the aesthetics of dwarves, Annan, who does not have excessive body hair and has a healthy skin tone, looks like a plucked quail.

"What about me?"

Martin, who felt that he had a lot of body hair, approached him, trying to help Annan accumulate goodwill, but was kicked away by Mr. Fast.

"Go and wipe the table for me, don't let me check the dust."

Mr. Fast and the female dwarf got into the wine cellar of the tavern, Evelyn wiped the counter, and Annan opened the door and windows of the tavern to dispel the musty smell of wood in the tavern.

The sky behind the roof of the street corner presents a gorgeous sunset, and the sparse pedestrians are on their way home. The tranquility and beauty of this moment made Annan understand why an elite professional would open a tavern here

For a boy, though, nothing appeals more than adventure and story.

"It is going to rain."

Annan wiped the window sill, looking at the sunset and talking to himself.

"I hope I can."

The bard appeared out of the window with his lute on his back, the cocktail feathers on his hat fluttering in the evening wind.

"Do you like rain too?"

"It's just that the rainy vibe is better for storytelling."

The bard stepped into the tavern and hung his hat on the hanger, "Your common language has improved again."

Annan accepted the compliment: "Aren't you in town these days?"

A pushy person is not necessarily a bard, but a bard must be a showman, and Annan has never heard of where the bard went these days.

The bard said that he went to a neighboring town first, and was kicked out by his colleagues before he found a tavern before he started a part-time job. He happened to meet Mr. Fast, and he hitched a ride to Breeze City.

So when Mr. Fast and Soluman Bronzebeard came up from the wine cellar, he greeted them without any surprise.

The tavern reopened, and Mr. Fast and Soluman Bronzebeard sat in the corner to discuss matters.Evelyn was in charge of the counter, Martin looked left and right, and Annan urged the bard to start today's story.

Because the business has been closed for seven days, there are not many guests tonight, and they are all regular customers that Annan can name.It seemed that Annan was very interested in dwarves, and the bard talked a lot about dwarves.

In addition to the well-known dwarves who like to drink and forge, there are also dwarves and elves who don't like each other, and the meaty stories that are most suitable for telling in taverns: will human and dwarf intermarry give birth to half-dwarfs or dwarves.

This story is officially certified by Soluman Bronzebeard: Dwarves and Men cannot have children.

Annan knew that this was called reproductive isolation, but Soluman Bronzebeard said that it was the dwarf gods who were preventing the dwarves from being polluted——

This topic then leads to an interesting chain of prejudices: Generally speaking, humans are responsible for orthodoxy, orcs are responsible for barbarism, elves are responsible for arrogance, dwarves are responsible for stubbornness, and rat people are responsible for reproduction.

Soluman Bronzebeard scoffed at this, bluntly saying that humans have the lowest potential among the major races.Orcs have the strength of a 1st-level fighter when they grow up to be teenagers.Elves are born to be the best rangers.Ratmen can reproduce dozens of times in one summer.Dwarves aren't born with forging, but a full-grown dwarf's arm is twice as thick as a full-grown human's—

This evaluation did not favor any race, and even bards could only echo it, beautifying it as "human beings are the most balanced race."

As long as the dragons live to adulthood, they are legends, and the descendants of the gods have inherent terrifying power.

Potential corresponds to reproductive ability.Therefore, regardless of whether this world or other worlds, the potential of human beings is not high.

The so-called "orthodoxy" is probably because human beings are everywhere in every world, and they are also favored by gods.

"Singer, talk about something else."

Mr. Fast tapped on the table.Soluman Bronzebeard was only focused on talking to him, not talking about business.

The bard played the lute lightly, drawing the attention of the guests and Annan back to the story, telling what he had seen and heard in Windy City.

It is a city located in the forest, connecting the snow-capped mountains in the north and the green fields in the south, with winding roads extending in all directions.There you can not only enjoy the snowy scenery of Beorut Northland, but also overlook the vast and endless plains.

One block there can hold Pinglin Town, standing on the street and pouring a basin of water can pour over a dozen professionals, and the north gate is crowded with adventurers and mercenary groups returning from hunting in the snow-capped mountains.

Annan listened fascinatedly, and time passed quietly.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, there was a dull thunder outside and the whimpering of the wind.

Divination?
The bard looked at Annan in surprise.

The guests left one after another, not wanting to be trapped in the tavern on a rainy night.

"There should be no more guests."

No guest comes on a rainy day except a drunk.Mr. Fast told Annan and the others to go home quickly before the rain fell, and they would clean up after work tomorrow.

Watching the three little guys run out of the tavern and close the door that was blowing in the cold wind, Fast looked at the bard who put down his lute and sat in front of him.

"Aren't you going back?"

"You don't know what I found..." The bard grabbed the oil lamp and said mysteriously, "Annan may have prophecy..."

"When I came over he said it was going to rain, but it was sunny."

"I can say it every day, and one day I will be right." Fast sat across from him.

"Divination? A boy who doesn't know the Common Tongue and has no magical powers?" Soluman Bronzebeard was also speaking.

"You're a warrior and you don't know if he has magical powers, and he might be hiding it."

Fast realized that the bard had no reason to be aimless: "What did you find?"

"I heard some news in Breeze City." The bard leaned closer to the oil lamp, making his face vivid and clear, "The next lord of Breeze City, the only male of the Reeves family, was attacked."

"What does that have to do with divination?" said the quick-tempered dwarf.

"Of course there is!"

The bard murmured, recounting the subsequent discovery as if telling a story: "I was walking around the city and heard the sound of the wind..."

"Everyone in the Reeves family has a special black hair."

(End of this chapter)