Chapter 18
Zhou Mo walked out of the single room, originally wanting two restaurants' signature dishes, and a pot of the boss's homemade grain wine, but suddenly remembered that the boss was dead, with a slightly cold expression, and strode out of the restaurant.

The small Sunset Town has turned into a large imperial institution at this time, and there are people in uniforms running back and forth everywhere.

Zhou Mo didn't know what they were here to deal with, whether it was a case of extinction in a small town, or because of the death of the second prince.

Zhou Mo sincerely hopes that it is the first reason, but reason tells him that the second is more likely.

Turning his head suddenly, he saw a few strong men on the side of the restaurant looking at Zhou Mo, all carrying military-style knight epees on their backs. Seeing Zhou Mo looking over, the strong men winked at each other, and then one of them A strong man with a long vertical scar on his face and neck came over.

"You are Zhou Mo?" The strong man's voice was hoarse and rough.

Zhou Mo nodded, his features of black hair and black eyes were so recognizable that it was difficult to deny them.

"I heard that you are good at mixing drinks. Can you make a drink for our brother?"

This was the most reasonable request Zhou Mo heard after returning to Xiyang Town. He was originally a bartender.

"I'm very happy, but the tavern in the town has been destroyed..." Zhou Mo spread his hands, indicating that he can't cook without rice.

At this time, in Zhou Mo's eyes, the extremely cute red bearded uncle appeared, but the dwarf beside him disappeared.

"Hey, boy, those military dogs of the empire didn't make things difficult for you, right? Redbeard can't do without your skills. Look at what the tribesmen from the hill brought me?" The rumbling voice did not allow Zhou Mo to speak, and his big hand Zhou Mo has been caught and dragged away.

Looking at the strong man with an apologetic look, Zhou Mo appointed him to give up all struggles, and the big man was dragged home by the red beard uncle like a playful child.

Several strong men frowned, and then unexpectedly followed.

Red Beard's huge house was filled with various wines at this time. Zhou Mo was chewing on Red Beard's special dwarf bread, and kept opening wine bottles one after another, smelling the various wines.

"How about it, kid, the hill dwarves have a rich collection!"

Zhou Mo was also speechless about the dwarf's obsession with wine. There were various types of wine in the red beard uncle's room: fruits, grains, plant roots, almost everything that could be fermented into wine was turned into wine by the dwarves.

"Okay, Uncle Red Beard, are you being accepted into the Hill Dwarf Kingdom again?" Zhou Mo asked, pointing to some wine bottles that were obviously used as gifts.

The red-bearded man raised his beard, his big eyes disappeared from the smile.

"Hahaha, my brother, Bluebeard, he collapsed an adamantine vein, the king and the elders exiled him to the polar regions, hahahaha, but the royal family cannot live without an heir, so uncle, my exile period has been reduced from forever to 200 Years, now 170 years have passed, and in another 30 years, uncle will be able to hear the lovely knocking sound of the hill mine again!"

The red-bearded uncle was very happy, and Zhou Mo was also happy for the red-bearded uncle. It is always a good thing to be able to return to the hometown where he was born and raised alone.

"By the way, boy, what was the name of the glass of wine you mixed for the uncle and the little lion that night? It's really memorable. It's a pity that all the things you collected for mixing the wine were destroyed, otherwise I really want to go back immediately have a drink!"

Mentioning that glass of wine, Zhou Mo's expression was a little gloomy. He casually picked up a bottle of aged wine brewed from grain, took a sip of it, and then exhaled a hot breath of wine. Only then did he seem to have the courage to say:

"Yellow Earth, that glass of wine is called Yellow Earth, the land that is the same color as my skin, the land that gave birth to me and raised me!"

The nervous red-bearded uncle didn't hear the bitterness and longing in Zhou Mo's words, he just pouted, as if he still missed the glass of wine that night.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the red bearded man didn't have the habit of asking who it was, he opened the door directly and saw several strong men in the army outside.

The red beard uncle's eyes slightly glowed with bright red flames. He is too familiar with this temperament, a member of the human army.

"Go away, this is the home of the dwarves, and human soldiers are not welcome!" The straightforwardness and violent temper of the dwarves really complement each other.

The brawny man who had just talked to Zhou Mo seemed not surprised by the red-bearded uncle's reaction, nor did he feel the slightest bit of fear in the face of the wild giant's violent aura.

"Your Majesty Macon Smaug, I don't mean to offend. With your strength, we should be able to see that our brothers are just ordinary people, and none of them are over 30 years old. Moreover, we just fought against those Ruis on the battlefield of Dahe. The Serdogs have fought to the death, and I don't think we are enemies."

Zhou Mo knew that the so-called Reese Dog refers to another great empire of mankind, the Reese Empire. If the Otto Empire was founded on agriculture and the ocean, the Reese Empire was founded on craftsmanship and commerce.

Obviously, dwarven craftsmanship is a magic weapon for dwarves to survive, and peers are often more unfriendly than enemies.

Sure enough, the red-bearded uncle heard that these people had just returned from fighting the Reese Empire, and the violent aura on their bodies subsided, and then asked:

"That's right, the enemies of the Reese Dogs are the friends of the dwarves. Those Reese Dogs who desecrate the ore and the hammer are all damned! Then, why did you come to Redbeard's house?"

The strong man nodded in agreement with the red beard's words, and then replied:

"We just want to have a drink, and where there are dwarves, there is good wine, isn't it?"

These words obviously scratched the red bearded man's itch, and a smile appeared on that big red bearded face immediately.

"That's right, wherever there are dwarves, there is fine wine, fine wine and hammers are the pride of the dwarves, come in, come in, let you see the fine wine from the hilly dwarf country!"

Five strong men filed in, walking in the style of a queue.

Zhou Mo didn't seem to see these five people, but was holding a washbasin-sized wine glass, and kept adding different types of wine to it.

Use the most mellow sorghum rice wine as the base, add coconut wine, green bamboo wine, wine, elf fruit wine, and golden rum.

Without any equipment for mixing wine, Zhou Mo held a washbasin-caliber wine glass, shaking his hands violently, staring fixedly at the ever-changing wine liquid, which was splashed in the wine glass, but not a single drop fell.

After a while, the wine was finished, and the wine was as pale as snow. Zhou Mo took a few sips of the wine glass by himself, then handed the wine glass to the red-bearded uncle and said:
"This glass of wine is called a sacrifice. You and I drink a glass together to pay homage to the two hundred and three lives lost in Sunset Town."

Hearing this, the red-bearded uncle's complexion was ugly. Sunset Town was founded by him, and the residents in the town were accepted by him one by one. Built brick by brick.

Turning around, hiding the tears with his back, he held up the wine glass and poured the remaining half of the glass of sacrifice into his stomach.

The entrance is as cold as frost and snow, and the taste is as dull as stagnant water in the broken wells in Xiyang Town. When the wine enters the stomach, the cold feeling of frost soaks the Jiuzhuan soft intestines almost instantly, and turns warm, as if there is smoke from cooking in Xiyang Town Curly, the stove rekindled.Then it was hot, hot like the blood in the heart, cooking oil with hot fire, burning the sorrow and longing in the heart, and paying homage to those who passed away.

A dwarf with a height of 1.8 meters and a human with a height of [-] meters drank a glass of wine together and paid homage to a whole town.

(End of this chapter)

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