my age of magic

Chapter 643 142. Dwarves
There is no moon or stars in the night sky, and the yard is so dark that you can hardly see your fingers.

The backyard of Zhuokake’s house is not very big. The wine cellar was transformed from the cellar in the backyard. Zhuokake was lighting a lantern in his hand. With his steps, his figure appeared on the wall of the corridor. Keep swinging.

Perhaps because of the sound of someone walking in the yard, the second door of the opposite row of houses was pushed open with a 'squeak', and a young woman stuck her upper body out from inside.She found the bright lantern in Zhuokak's hand, and called to Zhuokak softly: "Hey, Darling, dear Master Zhuokak, it's my turn tonight, you must have gone too far!"

The woman was only covered with a light veil, and the light from the crack of the door illuminated her thoroughly.

Zhuoka Ke was almost frightened by the sudden sound and fell to the ground. He looked back at the woman angrily, coughed hard, and said, "What time is it now? It's like a pussy she-cat You are screaming everywhere, go back to the house and wait for me, sir, I will naturally go to you after I finish my business, the tavern in front is not closed yet, master, I am going to the wine cellar to get wine!"

Obviously, Zhuoka Ke's status in the family is the same, and a few angry reprimands made the woman retreat into the room despondently.

At this time, Zhuoka Ke was a little embarrassed and said: "They are all village women who don't understand etiquette, and the Jijia magician laughed!"

"Boss Zhuoka Ke, you are really very authoritative at home! This kind of life is exactly what I yearn for." I said.

In fact, what I’m saying is from the bottom of my heart. The comfortable life of the tavern owner Zhuoka Ke is extremely relaxed. He has a tavern with good business and a few wives who seem to be very obedient. He lives in the extremely comfortable imperial capital and has no life at all. pressure.

Apparently Zhuoka Ke didn't think so, he felt that I was speaking politely to him, and said humbly: "You are a top student of the Royal Academy of Magic, and you will naturally become the new favorite among the nobles of the empire in the future. The nobles and ladies will be your choice, your life is the life of the real upper class nobles, and it is the life that we ordinary people yearn for."

I followed Zhuoka Ke, even though there was such a lantern leading the way, I walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Suddenly, Zhuokek seemed to be tripped by something again, and fell to the ground with a 'plop'. I laughed secretly in my heart. This obese tavern owner probably drank a lot of wine at night, and his steps were sloppy. I fell twice along the way.

I walked behind him, so naturally I couldn't ignore him, the lantern in his hand rolled away, went out with a 'pop', and disappeared into the darkness. How could I have the patience to fumble for the lantern, and whispered The spell summoned four stone drum totems, and the four stone drum totems of different colors surrounded me. With different rotations, the surroundings of my body were suddenly illuminated.

I went up to help Zhuo Kake who had fallen miserably, and saw that his free dirt plane this time made him fall hard. The whole front of his chest was covered with dust, and his hands and left face were bruised. Having made an intimate contact with the ground, blood oozes from his ashen face.

He groaned softly, he looked very painful, I quickly cast a 'hydrotherapy technique' on him, just a flash of white light appeared around him in an instant, in the crisp 'rustle' Disappeared in the ringing of the bell, the tavern owner Zhuoka Ke let out a painful muffled 'hum', and then stood up quickly from the ground.

"My God, thank the Statue of Liberty!" He quickly made a prayer on his chest, and then realized that it was not the priest in the temple who saved him, but a magician, and immediately looked a little embarrassed Said: "Hey, thank the god of water magic, Eva."

Zhuo Keke went to the place where the lantern rolled down and picked it up. Only then did I see clearly that it wasn't the uneven ground that tripped Zhuo Keke, but that there was a man lying in the backyard of his house. Dwarf, this dwarf is lying in the yard like this and sleeping soundly. It seems that he has almost nothing on his body except for a worn-out leather armor and gray linen trousers. His long beard and hair were braided, and he smelled of alcohol all over his body.

Zhuoka Ke walked back with the lantern and saw the dwarf lying on the ground without any surprised expression.

He just walked up and kicked the dwarf hard on the ass, cursing: "You rotten drunkard, I will feed you and drink for you all day, yet you lie in the yard and hurt me, roll away and sleep, if Trip me again, and I'll drive you to the street!"

The dwarf who was lying on the ground and sound asleep, was reminded by Zhuoka Ke's foot, "Ouch", sat up from the ground with a blank face, and muttered drunkenly: "It's not dawn yet, it's not here yet!" During working hours, Master Drokak, you must not disturb the sound sleep of a dwarf, this is God's greatest gift to a wandering dwarf, I am dreaming of drinking with old friends in the Black Iron Castle!"

The owner of the tavern, Zhuoka Ke, scolded the dwarf with a look of disgust: "Get out of here, and open the door of the wine cellar!"

The dwarf stood up from the ground and argued red-faced: "Master Drokak, are you suspecting that I stole the ale in the cellar? I am an honest and trustworthy dwarf."

The tavern owner Zhuo Keke sneered and said: "You? What else do you have besides drinking? You can let the wife of a dead friend support you. What else can't you do?"

Clenching his fists angrily, the dwarf argued aloud, "Master Drokak, you are insulting a dwarf!"

I was secretly on guard, lest the dwarf, who had become violent after drinking and arguing, would smash Drokak's face with a punch.

The owner of the tavern, Zhuoka Ke, may be used to scolding, and said unceremoniously: "You can also be considered a dwarf? The other dwarves are master craftsmen, and the poorest dwarves also have an excellent blacksmithing skill, but what do you know? , what else do you do besides drinking? If you think I insult you, then you can get out of my house now and see where else I can give you such a useless person ale every day like me! Take the wine Give me the key to the cellar, you can pack your luggage and get out, by the way, I almost forgot, you have no luggage at all."

The dwarf was indeed so angry that his face turned purple, but he still held back and didn't make a move.

I've heard that dwarves are short-tempered, but I didn't expect this dwarf to lose even the last bit of his temper.

Seeing the dwarf's bewildered look, Zhuoka Ke became even more arrogant. He raised his face, tapped the dwarf's forehead with his hand, and said fiercely: "When you leave, don't forget to take your The friend's wife, Eve, was also taken away. She was still smiling at every guest in the front tavern, so that you could drink a free sip of ale every day."

The owner of the tavern, Zhuokak, put his hands on his hips, and said in a bitter voice, "I don't understand. She has been sleeping with me for half a year. She took some wrong medicine recently, and she made her pretend to be a lady."

I stood aside, only to realize that I accidentally discovered Eve's life experience. She is actually inextricably linked to the alcoholic dwarf in front of me.

A dwarf who knows no blacksmithing?
Don't dwarves live in the blacksmith's shop from birth?There are still dwarves who are not craftsmen, so what does this mean?Only dwarf warriors who have been trained since childhood know no blacksmithing skills...

I was guessing wildly, and I heard Zhuo Keke say: "At first I wanted to persuade her, but I changed my mind now. There are many young and beautiful slaves in the slave market in the imperial capital. I have already made up my mind. I will buy them tomorrow." When you two come back, instead of wasting so much ale to support you, it is better to buy two slaves and come back, and then you only need to give her two bites to eat, and then I can work hard for my master!"

I stood aside and didn't get angry because of Zhuoka Ke's face. At this moment, my heart was very calm. I was thinking: What does that woman Eve want?
Watching the ragged dwarf leave distraught, I was no longer in the mood to visit the cellar of the tavernkeeper Drokak.

Originally, I just wanted to create some opportunities for Eve and Yerkes to be alone, but now it seems that I have walked into Eve's life and discovered some short stories belonging to her. It aroused my curiosity.

This may be the last cask of golden cider for Tavernkeeper Drokak, if these things turn out as I expect.

Standing in front of the cellar door of the wine cellar, Zhuokek rubbed his hands, the joy on his face reveals the expression of a philistine that only a businessman can have, those silvery silvers seem to have confused his heart, I see Some guys whose original intentions have been corrupted by money have the same facial expression as he does now. He saw me pull out a large bucket of golden cider from my magic pocket like a magic trick, and then he reluctantly took it out of his arms. A bag of gold coins was handed over to me with great difficulty.

When I took the bag of gold coins, Boss Zhuoka Ke made up his mind, closed his eyes several times in a row, and then let go of his hand cruelly.

Then I turned around and looked at the direction where the dwarf disappeared, and then said to Zhuokake absent-mindedly: "I suddenly remembered that I still have some urgent matters to do. I am sorry that I cannot visit your wine cellar, but I still want to remind you. Consider Considering the quality of the wine, this barrel of wine should be stored in the wine cellar as soon as possible!"

Zhuoka Ke called out in confusion: "Mage Jijia... where are you going in such a hurry..."

I didn't care about it at all, and the four stone drum totems like lanterns were turned off. I followed the direction the dwarves left, and walked out of Zhuoka Ke's small courtyard, only to find that I came to a street behind.

The street doesn't seem so clean, the bins are full of domestic waste, maybe someone will come to clean it tomorrow morning, but now it smells sour, like vomit in the stomach of alcoholic drinkers bad smell.

The sewage ditch seems to have not been cleaned for a long time. The turbid water with a layer of grease has overflowed the bluestone slabs on the street. The frog, which has been covered with oil, jumped up with a 'plop' after hearing the abnormal noise. Into the ditch.

The dwarf was huddled in the corner next to the dustbin, as pathetic as he could be!
I walked over slowly, squatted in front of him, took out a bottle of golden cider with a thin neck and round belly from the magic pocket, put it in front of him, and said to him: "Take a sip, maybe you will feel better , I am very interested in your past, I wonder if you would like to tell me about it!"

The dwarf's eyes were still blood red with anger, he raised his head blankly, first saw the bottle of wine in front of him, and then there was a ripple in his eyes.

There was a trace of clarity in his eyes, and he said to me: "I have nothing, I don't know any craftsmanship, I don't know how to blacksmith, I have never touched a blacksmith's hammer in my life, I am not a mercenary, an adventurer, Maybe I was a long time ago, but look here..."

He unbuttoned the tattered leather armor on his upper body, showing me his strong chest. From the left shoulder to the right rib, there was a dark red scar that almost ran through his entire body. That scar is much deeper, and I know what he means. Such a deep scar means that his tendons have been hurt, so his current physical condition is probably not as good as that of an ordinary person.

The dwarf smiled miserably: "Will you still buy me a drink?"

"Of course, but I really mind this place, maybe we can sit in the park!" I pointed to a small pocket park not far from the street, where there seemed to be only a little gardening and a few long strips of painted paint. chair.

The place is obviously much cleaner. I let the dwarf sit on the bench, and he carefully brushed off the dust on his body before sitting on it.

Hearing the gurgling sound in his lower abdomen, I guess he may not have eaten much at night, and he must be hungry now.

Seeing a simple mobile snack stall under a street lamp not far away, selling fried potatoes and fried fish, I ran over lightly, ordered one fried fish and two fried potatoes, and asked the stall owner Squeeze some mustard, which dwarves love most, and bring back a paper bag full of food, stuffing it into the dwarf's arms.

"Drinking, how can you do without something to drink, it's a pity that such a good golden cider, it would be better if there is some smoked fish or barbecue." I sat next to him, holding my head in my hands, looking at the dark night sky, yes he said.

Since the defensive magic circle was turned on, it has been several days since I saw the sky full of sparks.

The dwarf saw that I had something to say to him, so he said directly: "If you have any questions, just tell me, I will not hide what I can tell, after all, there is no secret to me, I am worried that you want to know I don't know anything about you, and I wasted your meal for nothing."

"Tell me your story, maybe it will be very long, then I want to know when did you meet Eve's husband, I want to know about that man!" I looked into the dwarf's eyes and said to him very seriously Said.

(End of this chapter)