The day after Lati recovered, she appeared in Baima Town with Dagon. When her family was still there, she would come every two weeks, but this time it was very different. First, she cut most of her hair, put on the little boy's clothes, and covered her mouth and nose with a scarf. Secondly, her current name is Merlin, without a surname, and she can only reveal her true identity to her acquaintances with Dagon's consent. Finally, when she came, she had family around her, but now she has only one dwarf who has met for less than four days.

"Don't expose your identity, try to let me speak as much as possible, so that at least you can keep it consistent." Dagon felt that he was even more nervous than Lati. It was also the first time he had such an attempt to reconnaissance. As we all know, dwarves are not good at lying, so Geros's request for him was "Be yourself, as long as you don't have any relationship with the Golden Dog Chamber."

Just not saying it, it’s not a lie, it’s a little less difficult, right? Dagon thought so at first, but as Baima Town gradually became clearer in his vision, his heart became more and more uneasy, and he always felt that the road ahead was full of uncertain changes and various risks.

Baima Town was once a place to raise horses for the king, but the decline of horse breeds left only a few families here to still engage in horse farming. The original pastures and horse farms were converted into farmlands or vineyards, and winemaking became an emerging industry in Baima Town, emitting vitality.

About 4,000 people live around, while the core area of ​​Baima Town has nearly 3,000 people. There are three vertical and three horizontal and six main roads here, and there is also an almost circular loop outside. Baima Town does not build a city wall, and the only defense facilities are the fences of each household. The Lord's Mansion is just a larger manor, and its responsibilities are more to entertain guests for hunting or horse racing, not for defense. Borge Mafeng and others also noticed the weakness of defense, so they set this place as their target.

The town is full of wooden houses. Their designs are similar in nature and look uncharacteristic, as if everyone here shares an architectural drawing. For the once developed horse-raising and horse racing industry, the roads here are wide and straight. Although space has been occupied by some randomly built houses recently, the illusion of glory in the past can still be seen.

Unfortunately, under the heavy rain called "Reality", the dirt roads in the town are very muddy. After people stomp and roll them, they form gullies and pits everywhere. After three consecutive days of exposure to the ditches and the water in the pits is evaporated, the truth of the simple and dilapidated can only be revealed to the world.

The life in the town is poor and monotonous. Apart from the lively hustle and bustle of the Lord's Mansion, there is probably only the "Treasure Hall of Sweat and Blood" worth seeing. This famous hotel in the local area is a four-story building, which is said to be as tall as the Lord's Mansion. Until a hundred years ago, the height of the top was secretly increased when the Lord's Mansion repaired the bell tower. Any caravan, mercenary or any traveler who passed by Baima Town, as long as they were not short of money, would choose to go to this hotel to rest.

At this time, the "Treasure Hall of Sweat and Blood" is full of people and guests. Locals, foreigners, and "immigrants" who have become locals but have foreign habits are mixed together, and they are busy enjoying their own happiness. From their clothes and manners, they can basically tell where they came from and what profession they usually make a living.

Those who are fighting openly and secretly over the price of goods are not the target of Dagon, those who are saying vulgar jokes and trying to touch the waitress's butt are not the target of Dagon, and those women who are wearing heavy makeup and shiny and take the initiative to bury into the arms of rich people are not the target of Dagon. He came to Baima Town for one purpose: to understand the situation in the town and obtain services for follow-up actions.

"A dwarf?"

When Dagon observes others, others are also observing him. Dwarves are not common in White Horse Town, but they are not as rare as the lord's duty-free and the elves' mercy. Due to the war between humans and dwarves, White Horse Town, which serves as a place for war horses, retains the tradition of being alert to dwarves. So the owner of the hotel wearing a red and white square apron frowned and leaned on the bar to look at Dagon, guessing his purpose. He also wiped the wooden wine glass with a rag, which seemed to never be clean, just as this was a concealment.

It was not good to be watched by dozens of gazes, but Dagon soon found that they were paying more attention to their own expressions, but the long-handled weapons behind them. No one in the hotel who was drinking, eating, playing and working did not carry weapons, at least on the surface. On the wall at the entrance of the hotel, a rusty iron plate with rusty corners said in simplified words: "No weapons are allowed, no fights are allowed."

Dagon saw the sign and pretended not to watch it. In such a mixed place, hunting the axe was his reliance and confidence. Anyway, his bearded face could cover his expression, so he took Merlin, that is, Lati, with his hunting axe as a crutch, and walked straight through the crowd and came to the hotel owner.

"We are not allowed to carry weapons here." The owner of the hotel put down his cup and said. At this time, he noticed that the beard ring of Dagong was golden, which was definitely not bronze, but he did not dare to say it was gold. In short, it was a material that looked quite rare, so he felt that he would soften his tone and ease it a little, and said, "Do you want to eat or stay in a hotel?"

"Eat, stay." Dagon popped up two simplified words, then opened his pocket and took out five dwarf gold coins. "Okay?"

"I can speak the Jiangu clan language." The hotel owner finally understood what was going on. "Dear Jiangu clan guests, there is no problem with eating and accommodation, but weapons are not allowed in this store."

"The Jiangu people can fight, and they are full of weapons." Dagon said the truth: "I want to use my head and hands, which is better than using a long-handled battle axe. Do you also want to cut off my hands and chop off my head?"

"That won't."

"Right, this is over. The Jiangu people keep their word. I don't want to find trouble with you. If others don't hit me, I won't hit others. If others don't use weapons, I won't use weapons. But if you want me to hand over the weapons, you have to see if you can beat me."

"I won't fight with you, I'm opening a store to do business and make money."

"Hey, that's right. So it's a problem for you humans to talk around." Dagon looked around and said, "Do you have ground root foam wine here?"

"No."

"Water crab red?" "No." "Lagbali?" "No." "Bear lizard honey wine?" "No." "This is still not."

Dagonhu made up a string of wine names, and anyway, it was to associate any two terms with colors, textures, and the word wine sounded enough to be intimidating. He felt that this would make it look mysterious and unpredictable. He could do something strange and have some problems to make excuses. After reporting four names, although he felt it was almost done, he still said the fifth one: "You don't have hornet flames here, either?"

"This one is!" The boss's words almost made Dagon feel angry. "It's actually called the Flame Hornet, the specialty here. I guess you heard it from other distinguished guests?"

"I've heard someone mention it, but I don't know. Let me tell you?" Dagon said: "I don't have a good memory. I just heard the name and forgot which store it was. I'm so sorry, sorry."

Before coming, Jerous was worried that Dagon would not be able to detect, so he gave him the most basic conversation skills. Including: more people say, more praise, more sympathy, and more analogies. He said: "When that person feels that you have the same emotions, memories and feelings as him, he will involuntarily regard you as him in the mirror and think you can trust."

"Hey, I'm very pleased that the guest can remember the name. I promise that after you taste it, you will definitely remember the name of my Sweat and Blood Treasure Hall." The hotel owner proudly said of his specialty: "The flaming hornet has a unique taste, just like after igniting the hornet's nest, the swarm of bees flew around. The stimulating feeling first disturbs the tongue and throat, and then followed by a bunch of heat flow into the stomach, as if a fire hornet was flying in again."

"It sounds very exciting..." Dagon took out his ears and said with a tough forehead: "How to taste this wine?"

The owner smiled slightly and took out a small glass, which could hold a little bit of wine with a thumb. "Since you said you can't charge money - but this one is the only one. You have to understand that in addition to the winemaker, I have to open a store to make money."

Only then did Dagon realize that he had done it right, but he would rather not do it right. He used the word "pin" according to the owner's meaning, which was right; if "buying and selling", it would not be consistent with his name for so many wines, as if he was the identity and performance of a wine tasker.

Some colorless, transparent or even tasteless suspicious liquid was poured into the wine glass, and the owner hid the bottle as fast as possible. He signaled Dagon to taste it, and looked around with a vigilant look, as if someone was coming to steal his wine. Dagon neither liked nor hated drinking, he just didn't have this habit. If a pound of wine and one or two meat were placed in front of him, he would choose meat a hundred times in a hundred times, unless he could sell the wine immediately and exchange it for more than one or two meat.

He picked up the cup, but he didn't smell the smell of wine, but smelled the elemental smell, and it was water, fire and wood. This was very similar to the "Snow Lihong" he drank at the banquet in Jian Gucheng. The real dwarf Levanke tricked him into drinking two elements, and there were three kinds here, which could maintain a restrained and perfect balance. He began to understand why the hotel owner would hide carefully and look at others like a thief. At that time, after Levanke had a drink with him, didn't he also hurriedly want to remove Xuelihong?

Dagon tilted his head slightly, and naturally showed an expression of "I understand you". The hotel owner also nodded slightly and returned a response of "I understand". Since it was elemental wine, Dagon had a clear mind. He sniffed it, then mobilized his magic power and regarded the wine as an environmental factor. After adding it to the cycle, he then raised his head and drank it directly.

The cycle is accelerated, water produces wood, wood produces fire, which reaches the talent part of Dagon in the elemental cycle. If you maintain the current acceleration, Dagon feels that he can cycle about one hundred more times a day, which is a 10% increase. This elemental drink not only makes his mana accumulate faster, but also feels like he strengthens the "Yong" rune.

"Okay, it's great." Dagon felt that it was not satisfying. On the one hand, he drank less, and on the other hand, the elements were biased. He felt that if the three elements of "gold, water, and wood" were balanced, he could supplement himself, and perhaps the effect would be better.

"How much is it, I want to come back." Whether it's really a buy or not, this attitude must be.
Chapter completed!