"Ah, I found you, Dailin! As expected, the old man was hiding in the old lover's house."

In a dark alley in Dalaran, Black, hiding in the corner, held a small crystal ball in a lewd manner, and a picture with Finna as the perspective appeared on it.

Obviously, the ring handed over by the pirate to Finna contained a little "harmless" "little magic" left by him.

Dean Lan Yue, who was responsible for unblocking the magic bond, also understood it and did not destroy it. Black stared at the picture on the crystal ball, watching Finna's attack again and again, but was resolved by Dai Lin using various techniques.

He stroked his chin and said in a weird tone:

"Old man, do you know that you will be like a fitness coach who is working hard to sell classes. You want to show all your warrior skills and have to develop Finna into your own 'customer', right?

It's really hard to come up with this solution for you and keep Finna by your side.

Ah, the king is really humble.

If you are in this state, if I suddenly appear, do you still have to serve your fleet with both hands in order to keep me?

Tsk, the empty nester is so pitiful.”

With such a strange feeling, the pirate put away the crystal ball in his hand.

Judging from the current situation, Finna's appearance can at least hold Dailin back for a long time, which makes Black no longer worry about breaking into a tavern and having an unexpected meeting with Dailin.

To be honest, as the king, his bad habit of enjoying visiting taverns has really changed.

The pirate jumped into the shadows and quickly shuttled through the streets of Dalaran, and soon arrived near a weapon store called "Divine Weapons" on the edge of the Magic Commercial Street.

This is the gathering place for dwarves in Dalaran City.

These muscles maintain an ancient tradition of unity, and the city they are in will always form a unique dwarf cultural area.

They don’t like to go to human taverns very much, not because of complicated reasons such as discrimination, but because they dislike human wine not strong enough.

They declared that it was for the women, and real men should try dwarfs' homemade wine.

As far as the pirates know, these drunkards even have a secret "Monthly Wine Club", which only absorbs those truly generous alcoholics to join. Ordinary drunkards cannot even complete the entry-level assessment.

Some reckless attempters were even dumbfounded by dwarfs' spirits and burned their brains. They kept saying that they saw pink elephants and tried to capture a weird thing called Deer Antler Little Flying Rabbit.

The dwarves in the wine club have a kind of wine called "Dragon p.i.e".

You can tell by the name that only the most generous dwarf alcoholics and dragons can drink this kind of wine. Compared with it, the black iron dwarfs are said to be of no value for the black iron spirit made from magma.

The pirates were familiar with the car and pushed open the bar door of the dwarf gathering area, bent over and got in.

There was a spirit party inside, and a large group of dwarves shouted loud words, cheering while drinking the dwarves' spirits that had just been made out of the barrel.

There were also some short guys who were drunk and talking nonsense in their arms holding the wine barrel.

The whole dark bar was filled with the mellow aroma of strong wine, which made the throats of the alcoholic pirate move up and down.

However, he quickly resisted the impulse of drinking in his heart and did not rashly join the ranks of alcoholics. Instead, he began to look for his own goals in this noisy dwarf bar.

Soon, he found it.

"Hey, do you still remember me?"

Black walked to the bar, lifted a muscular muscular stick and threw it on the ground, and sat on the chair designed for the dwarf.

This is a hell of height!

He had to curl his legs to sit on it.

He reached out and patted the dwarf next to him, who was raising his head and drinking a big glass of honey wine.

The dwarf wore a hood and dressed mysteriously, but he had a very beautifully repaired golden beard, braided in braids, and there were a large, two small and three quaint golden rings at the bottom.

There are many dwarves with beautiful beards. They regard beards as a symbol of identity, but there are few dwarves with such pure beard colors.

This is a bronze bearded royal family!

As the pirate's hand was placed on the shoulder of the dwarf who was drinking wildly, the dwarf warrior who raised his head and killed a large glass of honey wine grabbed his wrist with lightning speed.

"Don't touch me, man. No matter what you have, I'll talk about it tomorrow. Tonight I'm a good wine and a carnival."

Muladin Bronzebeard burped with alcohol on his face. He shook Black's hand away, smashed the wine glass as big as his head on the bar, and shouted in dwarf:

"One more cup, no! Ten more cups!"

"Well, that's a shame. I also want to ask an old friend to share this pot of wine."

Black took out a bottle of elf-style wine from his bag of wine, and put it in his hand and gently stroked it like a baby. He said:

“This is what I found from the ruins of Shandala in Northrend.

It is a fine wine brewed in the era of the Elf Empire. It is conservatively estimated to have a history of 10,000 years. They used magic to seal the wine. It has to be said that the upper elves are really good at having fun.

No one knows its name anymore, I call it 'Assala's slutty kiss'.

I hope the elves don’t beat me up because of this name.”

"Well?"

The dwarf prince, who was very arrogant just now, stared at the wine bottle in Black's hand with an amber arc surging under the dim light.

Although Muladin was not good at archaeology, he could also tell that the bottle was in the true upper elf style.

The only benefit of having an archaeological master brother is probably here. Muladin is also half an expert when he hears Brian nagging about those hell things every day.

As the pirate gently shook the wine in the bottle, the dwarf's eyes also swung up and down with it, and his throat made a significant saliva-swallowing action.

A few seconds later, the legendary warrior said with a "surprise" look:

"Oh, isn't this my old friend Black? The last time I heard from you was the last time, uh, I mean, you didn't move after the war.

I heard a crazy rumor some time ago that you ran to the high seas to be a pirate?"

"Don't listen to them, I'm a spellcaster with identity now."

When Black saw Muladin recognize him, he also grinned and stuffed the bottle of "Assalah's slutty kiss" into the dwarf's hand.

The gift of this meeting made the dwarf grin and patted the bar and said:

"Come on, give my friend Black a glass of wine, and use the largest cup!"

"No, I have something to do with you this time..."

"Do you know the rules?

When talking to the dwarf, you have to drink a round of wine first and pay the money on your own initiative. This is tradition. It represents your respect for the dwarf. The more you drink, the more the dwarf likes you and the smoother the things will be."

“Why haven’t I heard of this tradition?”

The pirates were embarrassed.

But then shrugged, turned around and pointed at the dwarf in a tavern behind him, and said to Muladin:

"Just drink it. Divide them one point, and we each have half of them. Whoever drinks them all first will win. If I win, you must help me."

"Are you serious?"

Muladin's eyes widened for a moment, and he said seriously:

"So many dwarfs and alcoholics are here, you will be drunk to death."

"That's my risk."

Black said with a lip, stretched out his hand towards Muladin, provoking:

"If I'm afraid, go back to the Iron Fortress so that I can proudly claim that I've 'wind' Muladin Bronzebeard."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Muladin hurriedly raised his stubborn fingers and made a sound ban, pointing to his hood and said:

"Didn't you see that I've been pretending? I'm now the temporary guard of Marshal Lothar. It's a 'secret operation' to run out to drink. Don't make a big splash."

"Come on, who can you fool with your iconic beard? You pretend to be secretly acting, your pretentious gesture is simply an insult to the word."

The pirate slapped the table and laughed:

"If all the assassins in the world were as good as you, Ravenhoud would have finished playing. Look how hard your fellow citizens endured, and they would also cooperate with you to play this "drag game".

Is it difficult to find a mage to cast a temporary transforming spell on you?

Hurry up, don't waste time.

I'm still busy."

"Drink it! Start now!"

Muladin put away his wine gift, started the challenge with his big glass, and threw it to the pirates with a provocative look. Black shrugged and walked towards the drunkards with two big glasses of wine.

With the talent of "drunk", he will not lose.

The only thing that restricts how much alcohol a pirate can drink is his bladder capacity. It is obvious from the dwarfs' figure that pirates also have an advantage in one aspect.

Two hours later, the seven-minute drunk Black helped Muladin, who was shaking while walking, leave a messy dwarf tavern.

The legendary warrior muttered as he walked:

"You are a good friend! Black, I admit that I underestimated you. Your stomach is like a dragon. Your booming posture conquered all the dwarfs and drunkards.

You are the real hero among alcoholics!
To be continued...