God-level Demon Hunter

And Sanchez is one of the people who obey the king and take care of the daily life of the elders and guests.He was wearing a soft white robe, his beard and hair were neatly tied up, his face was well-groomed, his posture and demeanor were distinguished from other dwarves, with a sense of femininity, more elegant than ordinary rude dwarves many.

Roy followed him, and couldn't help but glance at his lower body.

"The beard is still lush, and the dwarf 'eunuch' shouldn't be eunuched like in another country?"

"Your Excellency Kelvin showed you around the furnace hall yesterday. Today, I will take you to the wine cellar on the basement floor. How about tasting the various wines of Carbon Mountain?"

"Don't worry about the fine wine," Roy shrugged. "How about you tell me the basic situation of Carbon Mountain?"

Sanchez nodded slightly, and said gently as he walked, "Needless to say anything about the first floor and the first floor of the main castle, the second floor includes the residences of the master blacksmiths, the warehouse, and the prison where the prisoners are held. The third floor is the starting point for the elders." The living quarters... the sub-fort outside the main keep housed the guards and mine overseers."

"Where do the ordinary mine workers and their families live?"

"You should have seen it when you came here. They live in cave dwellings on the mountain outside the fort."

"How many residents are there in the entire Carbon Mountain?"

Sanchez smiled and refused to answer.

Roy turned and said, "The brothers who work in the mine near Carbon Mountain, and the warriors of the hunting team, all live nearby?"

Although Sanchez was surprised why he asked such a question, he still gave an affirmative answer.

Roy thought that it was impossible for him to search all the dwarves, and it was no problem to narrow the scope of the search as much as possible.

The dwarves who have the opportunity to enter the forest and have close contact with the deer head spirit, who are imprinted, most likely come from hunting teams, or dwarves working in nearby mines, groups that have been staying inside Carbon Mountain, such as dwarf women, blacksmiths and Winemakers, unlikely to have that chance.

So the first target of his search was on this group of people.

"Leave the wine cellar aside. I really can't adapt to the severe cold in the valley. Can you take me to the bathhouse first? I want to take a hot bath to warm my body."

Sanders wondered why the young guest had to take a bath so early in the morning, but he didn't ask any questions.

"Of course no problem, please follow me."

Chapter 43 Reunion in the Bathhouse

"Huh—comfortable—"

In the billowing water vapor, Roy leaned against the marble bath with his upper body bare, closing his eyes and dozing off.

The climate in Tanshan is very cold, but there is no shortage of coal and wood for fire, and there is no shortage of water, so the bathhouse is open all night.

Blacksmiths, guards, and mine workers in Carbon Mountain usually take a hot bath after a day's work to wash off dirt and sweat and relieve fatigue.

At this time at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, in broad daylight, in the bathhouse that could accommodate hundreds of people, except for Roy, an outsider, there were only a few sporadic dwarves who had finished the night shift.

They were wrapped in bath towels, and most of them had protruding bellies, strong arms, and thick black body hair on their chests. If you didn't look at their faces, they were somewhat similar to orangutans.

And Roy, the alien, had smooth skin, no hair at all, and his complexion was much whiter than the generally dark dwarves.

This caused the dwarves who were taking a bath to glance at him from time to time. If it weren't for knowing that the dwarves were born "straight men of steel", Roy might have fled, but he subconsciously wrapped the towel tightly and pricked up his ears.

The two dwarves sitting opposite him pointed at him, and kept whispering, "Is this kid a human? There is no chest hair, no beautiful beard on the chin, no trace of masculinity...not ugly at all. "

He stroked his beard floating on the water quite contentedly.

"Aren't human men all hairless chickens? It's impossible for us women to take a fancy to them. But brothers can't take it lightly. They have never stopped coveting dwarf women, and they must never let them succeed!"

"That's enough, show me some respect! A group of idiots, want to go to the prison to blow the cold wind? He is a distinguished guest of the Great Elder."

……

Roy had a weird expression on his face.

How could he, a human male with normal aesthetics, be interested in a female dwarf with a bushy beard and a body as strong as a cow.It might be possible to change to a sorceress.

"It seems that the rumors are true. Dwarf men have inexplicable delusions of persecution. They are always worried that their women will be kidnapped by 'evil' aliens. This should be related to their extremely low fertility rate. Dwarf women who breed offspring , is also a precious 'resource' for the ancient race of Carbon Mountain."

Thinking wildly, Roy secretly looked at a few dwarves from the corner of his eyes from time to time, and he couldn't stare straight at them. It would be a disaster if he was misunderstood.

The dwarves on the opposite side all have strong buttocks, strong five-short stature, elephant legs, and Kong Wu's powerful shoulders... The dwarves are not tall, but their capital is quite strong...

"Who will the Deer Shoujing give the mark to?" He looked at it out of the corner of his eye for a few minutes, then shook his head with discomfort on his face, "If you keep looking at it, your eyes will go blind sooner or later. I have to rest for a while."

If admiring beautiful women is a kind of enjoyment, then facing a group of tall and thick dwarf men in the bathhouse is a kind of spiritual torture.

After soaking for almost an hour, Roy felt a gust of wind coming from the entrance behind him, and the sound of footsteps "tat-tat-tat" sounded.

The next scene made him really unbearable to look directly at.

"Ba... Barnett, you... you stupid ass, why... why are you fat... fat again, sooner... sooner or later you will become... a pig!"

"Idiot Bernie, dare to challenge the great Carbon Mountain Shield, dare to have a fair duel!"

"Bold! No matter how stupid Bernie is, only a few of us brothers can scold him. What qualifications do you have? Are you looking for death!"

"Crash!" The bath towel slipped, and the naked dwarves on both sides collided into a ball, pectoralis major against pectoralis major, forehead against forehead...

"You are Aunt March who brought you back from the bear's den, a primitive imbecile who drinks blood!"

"Drilled... from the chrysanthemum of the squirrel... Little Douding!"

"Hungry man who goes to the pen...in the pen every night and spoils...the elk!"

"Big idiot!"

"Huh..." Bernie was out of breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head by chance, and his pupils shrank into a line.

"Boss...boss...this guy's back...the back is so...so familiar..."

While Roy heard the familiar stammering tone, a bead of cold sweat could not help oozing from his forehead, so he was so unlucky that he was blocked in the bathroom.

He closed his eyes suddenly and quickly dived into the water with his back against the edge of the bath.

The footsteps stopped behind him, and he felt the water ripple above his head.

"Pa..." The water splashed everywhere, and a strong body stepped into the bath.

Big Tongue Bernie pulled him out of the water excitedly, staring at him, "It's...it's you!"

"It's the wrong person, brother."

"Huh...huh..." Bernie blushed with excitement, he hesitated and couldn't speak.

"Okay, stop teasing Bernie." In a strange tone, Regan Dahlberg, the crossbowman whose weapon was stolen by Roy, also stepped into the bath with his two brothers.

In an instant, four dwarves surrounded him tightly, four pairs of black and white big bull eyes stared at him without blinking, and they kept panting heavily.

"Barnett, remember your account first, and we'll settle it next time!" The dwarf yelled at the guy who just confronted him.

"Scared, idiot!"

"I'm too lazy to care about you!"

……

In fact, the four dwarves who woke up found that they were sleeping mouth to mouth with their companions. They were shocked and checked their bodies.What a shame!

They also don't care about playing with their companions.

"Roy, your name is Roy, right? Fortunately, we treat you as friends. About what happened yesterday, shouldn't we give an explanation?"

The young man squeezed out a smile, changed the subject and said, "Just now, the four of you were really brave. The mob on the opposite side is no match for you. If you don't run away, you will definitely be stunned by the scolding."

"Hmph! Count... you have some knowledge!"

"Little brother, don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are a distinguished guest of the great elder." Reagan waved his hand to stop the restless brother.

"About that bottle of wine, it tastes good, but special ingredients are added. It doesn't matter, after all, it is genuine 50-year-old Mahakam spirit." Reagan licked his tongue, as if he was still reminiscing about the taste of the drink, " But you must return the crossbow! It was a gift from my elder brother, and it is very meaningful. You can’t use it even if you have small arms and legs.”

"Brother Reagan, it's a pity that you lost a precious gift, but it's not with me. If you don't believe me, just search for it, even in the bedroom."

Reagan was silent.

"Boss...boss, I...can't swallow this...this breath."

"Or put him on the head and beat him up!"

Roy's lips moved, wondering if he should return the weapon. What Reagan said was very meaningful, which made him apologetic.

"Little brother, it seems that you are determined to hack my 'darling baby'." Reagan scooped up a handful of hot water and sprinkled it on his furry arms, "Then follow the old rules of Carbon Mountain?"

"The old rules of Carbon Mountain?"

"Gunt, weapons, fine wine...Tanshan people have a good heart, and if there are problems that cannot be solved by dialogue, there will be three games." Reagan said, "Two wins in three games will determine the ownership of the crossbow."

"You mean heads-up?" Roy changed his mind.

No marks were found on these guys, so they are undoubtedly "innocent", and they have a good relationship with them.It's too inefficient for him to stay in the bathhouse alone, so it would be great if he could find a few helpers.

But when he glanced at the four naked dwarves, he felt a little dizzy.

"So it's really on you." Reagan smiled heartily, "Don't worry, I won't let you single out four people. The Tanshan people don't bother to bully outsiders. We only send one to compete with you in each round, a total of three rounds."

"If you don't mind, start right now... the warm bathhouse is suitable for playing cards."

"Crack!" A delicate deck of playing cards was thrown onto the marble edge of the bathtub. Roy smiled with excitement on his face. He didn't need to be polite when the other party offered to deliver it to his door.

"I haven't been afraid of anyone with the Gwent card, so come here!"

Reagan and his dwarf brother looked at each other with strange expressions.

"Dulu, go back and get the chessboard right away! Difu, the brothers' face depends on you. Think about how you usually win money, this time I win him and don't leave any underwear!"

Chapter 44 Pointing

"Yes, use a little more force, hiss—cool!"

Roy sat leaning in the bathtub, the dwarf stuttered Bernie's black-haired arm was gently kneading on his shoulder, and there was a flattering smile on his rough and red face.

"How...now...how does it feel?"

"Yes, with this skill, you can open a professional massage parlor in Tanshan."

"Then, what about my debt..."

"Let's talk about it later, anyway, you can't be blamed."

"Huh..." The dwarf with a big tongue wiped his sweat. He swore that he had never seen a man who played Gwent cards so strangely. He always played unexpected cards, making his opponents hard to guard against.

The big-bellied Difu, who entered the top ten in the entire Carbon Mountain brand skill, actually knelt ten times in a row and lost the first round of the competition.

The remaining three people reluctantly took the seat and played against him for a few rounds, all ended in disastrous defeat without exception, losing him a lot of money.

But Bernie was unconvinced. This single-minded, big-tongued dwarf has been defeated repeatedly. He lost all his underwear and owed an extra 30 crowns, which is equivalent to his monthly salary.

In the bath next to Bernie, Reagan shook his butt, as if insulted,

"Boy, you must not slander the reputation of the dwarves, Bernie will never deny it! We are short-tempered, but we have the advantages that humans lack-not only the appearance is majestic and masculine, but also the dwarves who grew up on Carbon Mountain attach great importance to it. Reputation and loyalty! Whoever dares to renege on Quente and the bet, then don't even think about gaining a foothold in Carbon Mountain!"

Roy nodded to show his respect.

He has heard about this for a long time. Although the Mahakam dwarves are greedy for money, most of them are one-to-one loyal to their friends and keep their promises very well. Among them, Zoltan Ziva is a figure who risked his life to help his friends .

In addition, dwarves have a good reputation in business circles.

Zion Vannelli, Giancardi, and the Vivaldi dwarf family are all leaders in the banking industry, whether it is Vizima, Bauclair, or Van Gerberg, Novigrad, or even the Dragon Mountains, Blue Mountains, almost North All the big cities around the world have their branches.

Knowing this, he agreed with the dwarf's "Tanshan old rules". If the opponent is replaced by a human or an elf, in a one-to-four situation, the chances of being repudiated are too high!

"Roy, even if you won the first round, do you dare to go to the shooting range with us now and continue to the second round?"

"Why don't you dare? It just happens to be early." He had long wanted to see the demeanor of the dwarf crossbowman.

Several people changed their clothes neatly, but before leaving, Roy stopped and stammered, "Brother Bernie, if you promise to do me a favor, how about waiving this debt for you?"

"You... say... just say it!" The dwarf immediately blushed as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and his neck was thick.

"You just stay in the bathhouse. If anyone visits, come to the shooting range to find me. Don't miss anyone."

Although the dwarf was very curious about the other party's purpose, he didn't talk too much, and readily agreed.

……

A group of people left the bathhouse, crossed the Tanshan Square, and went to the martial arts field behind the main castle.

On the way, Roy frowned, a strange feeling came from behind, and he glanced at it from the corner of his eye, but there was no ghost.

At this time, the sky was bright, and there were more people nearby. Most of the male dwarves were wearing dirty thick padded jackets, carrying shovels and hoes to the mining area outside the fortress, while the females carried a huge container on their heads. Back and forth between the cave and the market at the corner of the square.

Not all dwarves have beards, [-]% of men have big beards, less than [-]% of women have thick body hair and are not inferior to men, and there are also some with handsome features, but they still cannot escape the fate of being short and fat.

It is far from Roy's aesthetic.