Hey, King!

2021-06-17

Chapter 85 Chapter 85 Meeting Langley for the first time
"I know you too well Every time you use honorifics, you're secretly swearing."

Dagon turned to face them, and Lati immediately hid behind him, trembling slightly with nervousness. A total of four people gathered around, wearing simple leather armor, which was currently hanging crooked because of the loose and unbuttoned buttons, not even protecting the heart. Like Dagon, all four of them carry weapons, the long sword hanging from their belts and the long dagger on the side of their boots can be clearly seen. From the weapon master's point of view, however, the weapon they are really familiar with is the mace, currently attached to a strap on the outside of the thigh.

"Where did you come from? Why did you come in with a weapon?"

The spokesman among them was a bald man with a slanting scar on his face that ran under his eyes and through his lips Straight to the chin. This man is easy to count, he has the same number of eyebrows as his hair, and the same order of magnitude of friendly smiles per day. He asked in simplified language first, then said something Dagon couldn't understand at all, probably made up dwarven language, and finally switched to Elvish language.

His Elvish language doesn't sound like Elvish at all.

"I came from Mopan City, looked around, ate, hehe, and now I am inquiring about a group of liars and robbers." Dagon said: "My luggage was cheated by them, I heard that it was going to This direction is coming."

"None of our business."

"Since it's none of your business, then don't bother me." Dagon shook his head, waved his hand, Made an expulsion gesture.

"It's none of our business if you lose something, but it's none of our business." One guy ripped off the straps of the leather armor, draped it around his waist like a skirt, and went shirtless. It turned out that there were three black belts on his chest, two of which were crossed in front of his chest, and the other was between his chest and abdomen. There were some white four-sided cone nails on the belt. There are also such decorations on his wristbands, one of which also has a bell hanging from it.

Dagon probably knows who these people are. No wonder Lati hid behind him in fear, because she heard the bell. These bells are the symbols of Borge Mafeng's subordinates, but they are all hung on the saddle of the riding, how is it also hung on Knight's wrist?
"Dwarves are not common in White Horse Town, and people here don't like seeing things like you. Get out of here and be careful not to be carried out."

Dagon still sits , just treat his words as a fart - after all, it's a fart, don't worry about it at all. He looked around, the townspeople in the tavern seemed a little scared, and some people had anger in their eyes, which was very good, indicating that Borge's team was unpopular here. A prostitute stared at the men, spat secretly on the ground, and immediately gave Dagon a wink. Evil...

"Listen, you don't seem to be in a good mood today, and I can understand because I'm not in a good mood either, not even in the mood for a fight. Or else, I'll give it to each of you Buy a cool beer and pretend you haven't seen me, how about that?"

"Hooho? This dwarf wants to buy us a drink? It's not very common, is it, brothers? ' a handsome youngster with dark hair coaxed beside him. His two eyes are black and one green, and his naturally curly hair shows slightly pointed ears, which are the characteristics of a half-blooded half-elf. "Since he is so enthusiastic, I advise you to be careful, this dwarf may be an important figure."

"Noro, how did you know?"

"His beard ring It is made of gold, and only important members of the dwarven noble family can use this material. The general dwarf miscellaneous soldiers like to use hammers and axes, but he uses a strange long-handled weapon, which cannot be used without long-term specialized training. The weapon." Half-elf Noru pointed behind Dagon, and continued: "Other dwarves don't carry human servants at all."

"Yes, I haven't told you about this yet." The man who put the nail belt on his chest tugged at the belt, snapped, and said to Dagon in a rhythm: "I heard that dwarves grow beards regardless of gender, so are you a perverted female dwarf who likes little human boys? ?"

"You go to Mopancheng Street and try to say this?" Dagon tugged at his beard and said, "I'm not like you. What I say, dare to say it in front of anyone, That's called confidence and rules. You've already disturbed me to drink, so leave quickly. I don't even know who you are or what you do, so I'm just making trouble here. Does the lord of humans care about this kind of thing?"

"We're the security guards here, stupid dwarf!" the belt man laughed, but everyone around looked at him awkwardly.

"Okay, Dwarf, don't go around talking nonsense." The half-elf said, "You dwarfs, bastards, and catacomb-smelling guys like you are not welcome here, get out of here, the sooner the better. No one here will drink with a guy like you, and there will be no bed for you to sleep in. You should go outside and find a burrow to sleep with the bear poop, maybe the bear will not find more things in the house when he comes back.”

"You do research on bear dung?" Dagon asked, "Are you a hunter too?"

The half-elf, laughed, said, "I know a bear ate a dwarf, Then turn him into shit. Another bear said: What shit do you eat to do this? The story is that dwarves and bear shit are not allowed in town, understand?"

"Yes, it's not welcome here. You." The bald man with the slanted scar finally got a chance to interject, he glanced at Dagon's weapon, and said, "Is that a weapon? Will you use it? Just now my brother called you shit, and you didn't take up the weapon. Defending the glory of the dwarves? I'd love to see you duel, just as we're busy too."

"No, I'm not going to fight about shit." Dagon shook his head.

"Will you fight him if I let him throw a glass of wine in your face?"

Dagon ignored him like a true warrior calm down.

"Hey, Dwarf, what did you just say in Dwarven language?" The half-elf man put a hand behind his ear, first eavesdropping, and then a very exaggerated expression of surprise: "God. Ah Ernie, he was insulting your mother just now! Sounds so sleazy, so harsh, so disrespectful! mother, fuck it, that's holy mother!"

" What, were you talking about my mother?" The belt man yanked the belt to the sides, revealing the two points of the pink, which looked very weird. "Those who don't have seeds are talking nonsense. If you have seeds, you will hit here. Do you dare? Do you dare? Huh? Huh? You dwarves are all weak chickens. I heard that they were born from stones. It's just a rock!"

The people in the store either left early, or took the initiative to move the table to make way for the space. The innkeeper sighed and muttered how much money he was going to lose this time. But Dagon stroked his beard slowly, reached for the headhunter with one hand, and circled in the air, patting Lati behind him in comfort.

"He actually saw it early and knew that you wanted to provoke him, provoke him to punch, and then you could take this opportunity to clean him up. And he's smart enough not to listen to you. What, it only depends on what you do. Because after all, the fief lord never said that dwarves are not allowed to enter here."

Following the voice, Dagon saw a pair of red eyes.

It was a half-elf girl, with slightly pointed ears, a little freckles, and about the same height as him. Her hair is a little yellow in black, the hair quality is not good, and the trim is uneven.

She occupied a round table by herself, with a plate of vegetables, four empty beer mugs, and a few chicken bones in front of her. Thinking back a little, she didn't sit with these guys who were looking for trouble just now, but sat opposite.

The main reason is that her clothes don't look the same as the four people in front of her. The upper body is a tight green velvet blouse, revealing wheat-colored arms. Under the ornate belt were a leather skirt and silky green stockings, and moccasin boots.

On closer inspection, she was indeed one of Borge's men, for she had a short sword hanging across her waist, a dagger in one boot, and a red gem adorned on it. In this inn, apart from Dagon, only Borge's men can carry weapons.

"What? Are you going to shoot first? The fief lord just said not to cause trouble in his town." The half-elf girl knocked the cup in her hand on the table and made an empty sound. "Dwarf, my glass is empty. If you can fill it, then I can let you do whatever you want in town and they won't care about you, what do you think?"

"Manager, I'll buy her a drink and fill her up."

"I want the drink he sneaked you into just now. I don't want normal beer." The girl scraped her tongue over her teeth and said, " The beer here is dregs and tastes bad. Elf red wine tastes the best, but it's a pity that it's all fake and it's so hot to drink. Hey, dwarf, I don't know what your name is!"

"Dagon Neil."

Without adding Olison to the name this time, Dagon has his own ideas. Adding Olison to the middle name is very rare among Jiangu clansman, and it can even be said to be anti-traditional, and it is easy to attract the attention and questioning of others. On the other hand, he felt that "Olison" as a surname, representing the good days he and the Steelcasts lived together, didn't fit with the style of action he was about to hide, spy, spy on. And the surname Neil is not so important, it can be said that it is just a tool.

"Lan Li Linsheng, Chief Sheriff of White Horse Town." The half-elf girl kicked the opposite chair under the table, and the wooden chair made a harsh creaking sound on the wooden floor , slid half a meter and stopped, just to leave a space for Dagon. "Come and sit with me. I'm curious about the life of the dwarves."

"Langly..." The half-elf was interrupted as soon as he said two words.

"Shut up, you four idiots." Lan Li pointed to her eyes and said, "Open your eyes and take a closer look, the four of you together can't beat this guy, so I'm in Save you. In this town, only the lord and I can defeat this dwarf, or maybe that man who quarrels all day... Okay, you have nothing to do here, just go and play! By the way, Dagon, you What about the promised wine?"

(end of this chapter)