Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

"This place has changed so much."

Gray couldn't help but speak as he was led by the imperial guards through the Black City.

After learning from the merchants that the origin of the red wine was the God-Forsaken Land, he also came to the Ironfang Tribe once.

But at that time, this place was just a small oasis. I didn't expect that it would become such a prosperous city-state in just a few years.

As far as the eye can see, the once dilapidated stone houses have been replaced by exquisite small buildings, and the once skinny orcs have become sleek.

Pregnant women with big bellies are strolling around with the help of their families.

After turning a corner, there is a bustling market, and all kinds of shouts come from the stalls.

Orcs and orcs from various tribes in the God-Forsaken Land exchange excess food and various supplies here.

After sniffing the fragrance floating in the air, Gray slapped the dwarf walking beside him.

"Hey! Man, do you smell it? This land and even the air are filled with the aroma of red wine. This is simply heaven!"

However, Bronzebeard slapped his hand away, wiped his nose, and showed a fierce expression, almost writing the three words "Don't touch me" on his face.

Seeing this, Gray smiled awkwardly, knowing that Bronzebeard was still angry about what happened just now, so he lowered his voice and said: "If I say it was just an accident just now, do you believe it?"

"What the hell! My pants are taken off, do you think I believe it!" Bronzebeard's face turned liver-colored, and he roared loudly: "Don't let me get a chance, or I'll kill you!"

"Ahem..." Gray coughed twice, and glanced at the imperial guards who led the way. Seeing that the other party did not look at him, he pulled up his pants helplessly.

But in his heart, he thought, "If I had moved faster just now, maybe this guy would have been conquered by him now."

"....."

The two of them quarreled all the way, following the imperial guards to turn left and right, and finally, in front of a tavern, everyone stopped, and the imperial guards who led the way made a gesture of invitation: "Please come in, your Majesty is waiting inside."

"What the hell, they actually arranged to meet in a tavern, I like it!" Bronzebeard slapped Gray's hand on his butt, and took the lead to open the door and walk into the tavern.

"Tsk, I will conquer you sooner or later."

Gray looked at his companion who came in and muttered in a low voice, looked up at the name of the store written in the common language above his head, rubbed his big beard and murmured:

"Delusion Township? What a weird name, not as good as the Big Hammer Tavern over there."

Then he also walked into the tavern.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw their target.

Or rather, it was hard not to notice it.

Now the tavern has been cleared out, and even the owner has been asked to leave in a friendly manner.

Instead, the old dog-headed man Wangcai, who was wearing a tuxedo, was standing behind the bar, wiping the glass with a handkerchief, looking like an old butler.

And the only guest was sitting by the window.

That was a girl in a black wizard robe.

The sunlight shone through the glass window, reflecting on the girl's golden eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

Until the two dwarves approached, the old dog-headed man behind the bar coughed twice, and the girl stood up and bowed slightly as if she had just noticed the two people who came in.

"Good day, guests from afar." Then he stretched out his hand and said, "Please sit down."

"Good day, respected bartender."

The two dwarves' eyes had long been attracted by the bottles of red wine on the bar, but for politeness, they still forcibly retracted their eyes, performed a dwarf greeting etiquette, and then sat on the two chairs opposite Irene.

"I wonder what has brought you all this way?"

Erin snapped her fingers, and the old dog-headed man behind the bar stopped wiping the wine glasses, walked out of the bar and poured a glass of red wine for each of the three people, and then served them on the side.

"Well... this... that..." The two dwarves exchanged glances, and then Gray said, "Sir, do you know that you are in trouble?"

Erin was a little surprised, not because of the two dwarves' straightforwardness. As a race that lives with ore and hammers all day long, it is difficult for them to have complicated minds. For dwarves, being straightforward is better than anything else. She was surprised by what the other party said.

"In trouble?" Erin chewed on this sentence, and the magic power in her body began to be mobilized, guarding against the two guys in front of her, but on the surface she showed a nervous and puzzled expression, just like an innocent girl.

"What do you two mean? Does your empire not like the red wine I make?"

"No, no, no, of course not." Gray swallowed first., picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it in one gulp, then looked at the glass with a refreshed look and said:

"Our whole country likes this kind of wine called red wine."

"To be honest, since I drank your wine, I can no longer drink those ales that are as unpalatable as horse urine mixed with water."

Wangcai stepped forward at the right time and filled a glass for him again. Gray drank it again in one gulp, burped and continued to say with satisfaction: "It's the Principality of Reni. The old guy Duke Edriman wants to send troops to you recently."

"Why?" Xiaolongniang frowned her beautiful eyebrows, and her eyes gradually became cold. "I don't remember that I have provoked this so-called Principality of Reni."

"Ahem..."

Grey coughed twice and pushed the wine glass forward. Wangcai, like a real butler, filled it for him again without any impatience, and the topic continued.

"Your Excellency may not know that our Dwarf Empire signed a long-term wine supply contract with the Principality of Reni nearly a hundred years ago."

"But after drinking red wine, we can no longer drink the beer that tastes like horse urine, so the Dwarf King tore up the contract."

As he said this, he took a sip of wine and wiped off the wine stuck on his beard.

"That contract was signed by the legendary warrior Andrigo and us. Now it has been torn up. His son Duke Eddriman used it to ask us to provide a newly excavated passage. It seems that he wants to attack you."

"So that's the case..."

Erin's eyes flashed, and she quickly put on a fake smile, took the bottle from Wangcai's hand, and filled the two dwarves with wine, and then asked:

"You two made a special trip, it should not be just to tell me this."

"That's it."

This time it was Bronzebeard's turn to speak: "The Dwarf King can't bear to see the lives of the people on this land destroyed. We are willing to help you stop the Principality of Reni. You only need to promise to lead your forces to belong to the Dwarf Empire."

After speaking, he looked out the window, "You don't want to see the forces you have worked hard to develop destroyed, right?"