You and me under the world tree

Dwarves are a drunken race.

This may be related to their living environment.

After all, unlike other races, dwarves can only see the lights they created themselves from birth.

And no matter how beautiful the artificial starry sky above the sky is, it is the brilliance in the dark night after all.

That kind of gloom is unavoidable no matter what.

Perhaps because of this, dwarves are particularly fond of wine.

Especially those spirits.

After drinking a glass of strong wine, the hot feeling all over their bodies can make them feel at ease, and their life has always been this kind of slow attitude.

But these are just speculations.

Could it just be that the dwarves are simply addicted to alcohol?

No one is clear about this point, and I am afraid that if the dwarves are asked to speak for themselves, they may not be able to explain clearly.

Maybe I should ask the king of the dwarves, Eveldi, about this shit?

Hodder didn't care, though.

He only knew that apart from their superb inventions and blacksmithing skills, the dwarves were also excellent at brewing wine.

A wide variety of drinks.

For example, the most common ale, fruit wine, mead, and even potato wine.

"What wine do you want?"

Just like that, Alberich asked.

"I have all kinds of wine here."

"You know my habits."

"Understood, ale."

Then, with a wave of his hand, a huge wine barrel appeared on the table.

Before it was unsealed, Huo De smelled a strong aroma of wine.

Then, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Hahahahaha."

Seeing Hodder's helpless expression, Alberich couldn't help laughing out loud.

"It's really not easy to see such an expression from the great sages of the Volsung family."

To put it bluntly, this is just Alberich's joke.

He waved again.

With the breath of magic, the vat of ale disappeared, replaced by bottled fruit wine.

This is Hodder's favorite drink.

He doesn't particularly like that kind of wine with a spicy taste, but he likes this kind of wine that is mellow and melodious.

Not only do they taste mellow, but the more you drink, the more fragrant they become.

Even when I was happy, I felt that the more I drank, the more energetic I felt.

Of course, this statement is pure fart, and any drink will not make people feel 'spiritual' in the true sense.

It was a numb, false feeling.

However, in this atrium world, it is impossible to truly avoid drinking.

Especially when facing friends.

Even a sage who needs to use his brain all the time needs to relax.

It's an act of trust.

Not only did he trust the Nibelung Kingdom deep under the mountains, but Alberich also trusted the Nibelung.

"Come, come, try our Nibelung fruit wine and see how it differs from yours."

"I'm not a master wine taster, even if you ask me this..."

Then, the words stopped abruptly, because Hodder's brows suddenly relaxed.

"Your wine is not bad."

"That's right, we dwarves are experts in brewing."

There was pride in Alberich's tone.

Then there was another greeting.

Hodder spoke of something above ground.

Everything is good in the Nibelung Kingdom, but it lacks some information sources on the ground.

Because most pure-blood dwarves cannot see the light.

They turn to stone when exposed to sunlight.

And for them, the earth is simply the most dangerous place.

That is to say, Alberich used his own technology to develop a set of 'shell' that would not be recognizable by others, so as to avoid the blazing sun.

But now, even if the Nibelung Kingdom has mastered the technology that allows the dwarves to walk in the sun by themselves, they will not show up.

Because the Kingdom of Nibelung cannot appear on the earth at will.

In this case, if Alberich wanted to inquire about the situation on the ground, he could only go through the people who often came to visit them.

Sage is one of them.

"Hey, the ground is still the same, fighting and killing all day long."

Just after Hodder briefly told what happened before, Alberich couldn't help expressing emotion.

"I look tired."

Then, Howard didn't answer the call.

After all, he felt that the things he was doing on the ground were not much better.

He was part of what Alberich called 'fighting and killing'.

So, he quickly changed the topic to other places.

"Anyway, I found the big rose garden in the Tyrol mountains on the way, and then I found this thing, but I didn't kill Laurin."

"who is it?"

Staring at the ring of the fog demon in front of him, Alberich asked.

"It's Di... Dietrich."

"Huh? The princess? It sounds like you have a different relationship with her?"

Although the spelling is the same.

However, men and women with the same name have different pronunciations.

So the moment he spoke, Alberich sensed something.

Therefore, his expression couldn't help becoming teasing.

"Don't try to lie to me, she is famous no matter what, even if her daughter's identity is completely exposed now, people who respect her will call her by her original name."

Treat her like that prince.

"And when she goes one step further and sits on the throne, even calling her name is a luxury."

Just like Siegfried has the title of Lord of Armies, if he is really distant and has a certain distance, he should be called the "King of Triumph".

"I don't think these things are important now. What's important is about Laurin. Alberich, I think you won't be in the mood to joke after you hear about these things."

Then, Alberich chose to remain silent.

The playful expression on his face gradually faded away.

"Anyway, like I said, she actually discovered the Great Rose Garden in Tyrol a long time ago, and then clashed with Laurin there."

"For trespassing on the rose garden?"

"If it's just for this reason, I don't need to make a special trip, Alberich. Although that matter has passed for a long time, it is not completely over yet."

Then the present king of the Nibelung sighed.

He didn't continue to speak, and the entire palace was enveloped in an inexplicable silence.

"Gah!"

At this moment, the only echo was the voice of the little evil dragon who had been following Alberich.

Fafnir is indeed dead, but the only remaining power in the ring of the fog demon has been supporting the existence of this little dragon.

"Gah!"

Then, the little Fafnir seemed to resonate, and another little black dragon came out from under the sage's cloak.

"Don't make trouble!"

Just as it barked, Howard pressed it down again.

"So what's going on?"

Alberich asked.

"Laurin did betray your father, but he was not the first to do so. There are others. Laurin was just approached by the gods, and then he seemed to have experienced an extremely painful time, so he admitted it. a little."

At this moment, he could clearly hear Alberich's heavy breathing.

In the end, he gritted his teeth.

"Help me, Howard."

"I will."

he said in a low voice.

"I'll help you find out who did it."

Hreidmar was the victim, and Laurin was dead.

There are four people left.

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When the Wild Flowers Bloom (End)

Volume Two: The Day of Resounding Fate

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Good morning everyone

This concludes this volume.

The reason why it is called Hua Kaijuan, on the one hand, refers to the big rose garden, and on the other hand, it refers to the fact that those people cultivated in the atrium have the capital to survive independently.

Like a gardener planting flowers.

Prologue: Wind and Cloud

The sound of blade clashing, howling and begging for mercy intertwined.

The soldiers shuttled quickly in the battlefield, using the sword in their hands to establish a victory for the army.