"I know people like you very much. Every time you use respectful titles, you are secretly cursing people."

Dagon turned to face them, and Lati immediately hid behind him, his body shivering slightly due to tension. A total of four people surrounded them. They wore simple leather armor, which was slackened and unbuttoned. The armor was currently hanging crookedly and did not even protect the vital points of the heart. Like Dagon, these four people were carrying weapons, and they could clearly see the long swords hanging on the belt and the long dagger on the side of the boots. However, from the perspective of the weapon master, the weapon they were really familiar with was a hard-headed hammer, which was currently being buckled on the belt on the outside of the thigh.

"Where did you come from? Why did you come in with weapons?"

The spokesperson among them was a bald man with a slanted scar on his face, which passed through his lips and reached his chin from under his eyes. This person was very easy to calculate. His eyebrows were the same as his hair, and he smiled friendly times every day on the same order of magnitude. He first asked in simplified words, and then said that Dagon could not understand at all. He probably made up dwarfs and finally switched to the elf.

His elf language sounds completely without the elves.

"I came from Mopan City, looked around, ate, drank, and was now asking for a group of scammers and robbers." Dagon said: "I was cheated of my luggage by them. I heard it was coming in this direction."

"Don't worry about our affairs."

"Since it's not your business, don't bother me." Dagon shook his head, waved his hand, and made a gesture of driving him away.

"If you lose something, don't care about our nothing, but you care about our nothing." A guy pulled the strap of his leather armor, put it on his waist like a skirt, and put it shirtless. It turned out that he was helping with three black belts on his chest, two of which crossed the chest and abdomen, and there were some white conical nails on his belt. There were also such decorations on his wrist guards, and one of them had bells hanging on them.

Dagon probably knew who these people were. No wonder Lati hid behind him in fear. It turned out that he heard the sound of bells. These bells were the signs of Borge Mafeng’s men, but they were all hung on the saddle of riding. Why were there any one hanging on the knight’s wrist?

"Dwarfs are not common in White Horse Town. People here don't like seeing things like you. Get out of here after packing up and be careful not to carry them out."

Dagon was still sitting, just thinking that he was talking about his words - after all, it was nothing, so he didn't have to worry about it. He looked around, the townspeople in the tavern seemed a little scared, and some people were angry in their eyes. This was very good, which meant that Borge's team was not popular here. A prostitute stared at these people, secretly spat on the ground, and immediately threw a charming look at Dagon. Evil...

"Listen, you look in a bad mood today, I can understand, because I am not in a good mood, and I don't even feel like fighting. Otherwise, I will buy each of you a cool beer, and then you will pretend that you didn't see me, how about it?"

"Yahe? This dwarf still wants to invite us to drink? This is not very common, isn't it, brothers?" A handsome young man with black hair was joking next to him. His eyes were black and green, and his slightly pointed ears were revealed in his natural curly hair. This is the characteristic of a half-elves. "Since he is so enthusiastic, I advise you to be careful. This dwarf may be an important figure."

"Nuor, how did you know?"

"His beard ring is golden, and only important members of the dwarf noble family can use such materials. Ordinary dwarf soldiers like to use hammers and axes, and he uses strange long-handled weapons. Such weapons cannot be used without long-term special training." The half-elf Noru pointed behind Dagon and continued: "Other dwarfs will not bring human servants at all."

"Yes, I haven't told you this question yet." The man who put the nail belt on his chest pulled the belt, snapped and said to Dagon in a beat: "I heard that dwarves have beards, both men and women, so are you a perverted female dwarf who likes little human boys?"

"You try to say this on the streets of Mopancheng?" Dagon tugged his beard and said, "I don't look like you. What I say dares to say in front of anyone, that's called confidence and rules. You have disturbed me to drink, leave quickly. I don't know who you are and what you are doing, and just make trouble here. Does the human lord care about this?"

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

"Okay, dwarf, don't talk nonsense in circles." said the half-elf: "The guys like you, bastards and stinking catacombs are not welcome here. Get out quickly, the faster the better. No one here will drink with guys like you, and there will be no beds for you to sleep with. You should go outside to find a hole in the ground and sleep with the bear's feces. Maybe the bear will not find too much at home when he comes back."

"You have any research on bear feces?" asked Dagon, "Are you hunter too?"

The half-elf smiled and said, "I know that one bear ate the dwarf and then turned him into shit. The other bear said, "What shit did you eat to do this? This story is called "Dwarfs and bear shit cannot enter the town, do you understand?"

"Yes, you are not welcome here." The bald man with a slanted scar finally had the chance to interject. He glanced at Dagon's weapon and said, "Is that a weapon? Will it be used? My brother just called you a shit, and you don't take up a weapon to defend the glory of the dwarves? I really hope to see you duel, and we are also idle."

"No, I won't fight over shit-related things." Dagon shook his head.

"If I asked him to splash a glass of wine on your face, would you fight him?"

Dagon ignored him and was as calm as a real warrior.

"Hey, dwarf, what did you say in the dwarf's words just now?" The half-elf man put a hand behind his ear, first eavesdropping, then he looked very exaggerated and surprised: "Oh my God, Ernie, he was insulting your mother just now! It sounds really too despicable, too harsh, too uncharacteristic! Mother, fuck, that's the sacred mother!"

"What, were you talking about my mother just now?" The belt man suddenly pulled the belt to both sides, revealing two pink dots, which looked very strange. "Those who don't have the seed are gossiping. If you have the seed, you will hit here. Do you dare? Do you dare? Hum? Well? You dwarves are all weak chickens. I heard that they were born from fucking stones. It seems that your mother is just a stone!"

The people in the store either left early or took the initiative to move the table and make the open space. The hotel owner sighed and muttered how much money he would lose this time. But Dagon slowly stroked his beard, reached out to the hunting axe with one hand, and turned around in the air, walked around behind him and patted Lati to show comfort.

"He actually saw it a long time ago, and also knew that you wanted to irritate him and make him punch, and then you could take this opportunity to deal with him. He was very smart and didn't plan to listen to what you said, but only what you did. Because after all, Lord Lord never said that dwarves were not allowed here."

Following the sound, Dagon saw a pair of maroon eyes.

It was a half-elf girl with slightly pointed ears, slightly freckled, and her height was about the same as his. Her hair was a little yellow in black, her hair was not good, and her trimming was uneven.

She occupied a round table alone, with a plate of vegetables with only a few slices of leftover, four empty beer mugs, and a few chicken bones. After thinking about it a little, she did not sit with these guys who were in trouble just now, but sat opposite her.

The main reason is that her clothes look different from the four people in front of her. Her upper body is a tight green velvet shirt, revealing her wheat-colored arms. Under the gorgeously decorated belt is a leather skirt and silk green stockings, and deer leather boots are worn under her feet.

If you look closely, she is indeed Borge's subordinates, because there is a dagger hanging across her waist, a boot with a dagger, and a red gem adorned. In this hotel, except Dagon, only Borge's subordinates will carry weapons.

"What? Do you want to take the initiative? Lord Lord just said not to cause trouble in his town." The half-elf girl knocked the cup in her hand on the table, making an empty sound. "Dwarf, my cup is empty. If you can fill it, I can let you do whatever you want in the town. They won't care about you. What do you think?"

"Shopkeeper, I'll invite her to drink and give her a full drink."

"I want the wine he secretly invited you to drink just now. I don't want the ordinary beer." The girl scraped her teeth with her tongue and said, "The beer here has a slag, and the taste is very poor. The elf's red wine tastes the best, but unfortunately it is all fake and imitated, and it makes people angry when drinking it. Hey, dwarf, I don't know what your name is yet!"

"Dagon Neil."

This time, he didn't have his own ideas in his name Riga Olison. Dagon had his own ideas. The middle name Ga Olison is very rare among the Jiangu people. It can even be said to be anti-traditional and easy to cause other people's ideology and interrogation. On the other hand, he felt that "Alison" was a surname, representing the wonderful days when he lived with the Steel-Chu couple, and it was inconsistent with his next style of hiding, peeping and spying. The surname Neil seemed less important, and it could be said to be just a tool.

"Lanly Linsheng, the general sheriff of White Horse Town." The half-elf girl kicked the chair opposite under the table. The wooden chair rubbed against the wooden floor with a harsh creaking sound. She slid for half a meter and stopped, leaving Dagon with a free time. "Come on, sit with me. I'm very curious about the life of the dwarf."

"Lanli..." The half-elf was interrupted just after saying two words.
Chapter completed!