Different World Online

A barrel of ale was soon wheeled up the tavern;

Taking the oak glass handed to him by the tavern, Thorin couldn't wait to remove the lid of the beer barrel and scooped a large glass and drank it.

At the side, Old Pete picked up the wooden spoon on the table, slowly filled a large cup, and handed it to Yang beside him;

Then he looked up at Steve.

"Want some?"

Hearing this, Steve nodded with a smile;

Although Old Pete said that it is best not to drink after becoming a wanderer, for Steve, drinking or not has no effect on him at all.

After all, he hadn't learned the wanderer's signature skills, so he couldn't be called a professional with skills at all.

Seeing Steve nod, Old Pete shook his head helplessly and gave him a drink as well;

Taking the glass, Steve sipped the foamy ale happily, smacking his lips as if savoring the taste;

The alcohol content is not high, about the same as beer, and not as sour and bland as described in the time-travel novels he had read before. It has a strong malt aroma, a slightly sweet taste, medium acidity, good astringency, and a full body.

After silently giving his own evaluation in his heart, Steve picked up the glass again, clinked it with Thorin's second glass, and took a big sip;

The alcohol content of this is about the same as beer. He can sit here and drink it until his bladder explodes without getting drunk.

Moreover, he can control the void energy to make the metabolic fluid in the bladder become void, and then flow from the soles of his feet into the ground;

If he does this, as long as his wallet can afford it, he can sit here and drink forever.

After another refill, Steve clinked glasses with Yang, who was sitting next to him with a low presence, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Old Pete no longer worried;

This fellow is as strong as an ox, and a little beer is nothing to him.

You take a cup and I take a cup. In a short while, Steve and Thorin finished the whole barrel of beer.

Looking at Steve who wiped his mouth and burped, Thorin laughed happily.

For a long time, no one in his team could drink!

Young likes to drink, but he's a three-glass-down little rubbish;

Old Pete was even more of a drudge, drinking only half a glass of wine each time, and spending the rest of the time smoking his pipe;

As for Captain Schudman and Pastor Andrew, these two guys didn't even know which way the tavern door faced.

Now, Steve can obviously drink a lot, so he has to drink a few more glasses to celebrate.

"Waiter, after the appetizers are finished, bring me, Grandpa Dwarf, a barrel of thorn mead!"

However, before he could finish his words, Old Pete at the side hurriedly pressed his head on the table and shouted to the waiter:

"Don't listen to his nonsense! Two bottles are enough!"

After that, Old Pete whispered to Thorin viciously:

"Brat, don't forget that you have a patrol mission tomorrow!

Besides, can you buy thorn mead by the bucket? "

Hearing this, Thorin immediately grumbled in dissatisfaction.

“Two bottles are nothing!

Steve and I each had a bottle and drank it in one gulp~"

"That's not OK!"

Old Pete didn't care about his muttering at all. He reached out and took two bottles of mead from the waiter. After hesitating for a moment, he handed them to Thorin and Steve.

Steve bit open the cap of the mead bottle, poured some to Yang who was staring at the bottle, and then gently clinked the bottles with Thorin.

"After getting tipsy, go back and have a good sleep!"

"Okay~" Thorin muttered without much pleading.

He himself knew that the current situation was special and it was not the time to drink to his heart's content.

After gulping down the drink, Thorin hooked his arm around Steve's shoulders.

"My little brother, once these damn bugs are beaten back, I will apply to go back to my hometown!

When the time comes, I will bring you the red dragon tears brewed by us dwarves. That stuff tastes really good when you drink it!"

"No problem, don't forget it!"

Just as Steve and Thorin were whispering and bragging, the door of the tavern was violently pushed open with a bang.

Then, a tiefling with a red body and horns on his head walked in.

Speaking of tieflings, these humanoid creatures have demonic horns similar to those of rams, and because their blood is polluted by evil demons, they often have the deep red skin of demons;

The tiefling glanced at everyone in the tavern with an expressionless face. When he saw Thorin and the others, a cruel and cold smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his snake-like vertical pupils stared at them firmly.

"From a distance, I can smell the stench of dwarves who haven't bathed for hundreds of years, and the sour smell of decay coming from an old immortal like you. It really spoils the fun!

Waiter, give me a bottle of dragon throat, I want to wash my nose."

After the words fell, the hot-tempered Thorin could not stand it, he slammed the bottle on the table, turned around and started to curse:

"Bolizu! Is your mother a devil or is your father a devil? How could they give birth to a creature like you who is neither human nor ghost!

Look at your face, do you still look human? "

At the side, Steve also recognized this person. He was the guy whose wallet was stolen by him in the Star Adventure Group a few days ago.

After confirming with the look in his eyes, he was ready to open his mouth and scold his enemy.

Without saying anything, Steve hurriedly grabbed Thorin who was cursing and said sincerely:

"Stop cursing, my brother!

You can't look down on someone just because he has a pair of armrests... no... horns on his head!

Maybe, some people with unique sexual tastes will like his armrests...er...horns!"

After he finished speaking, the underage Thorin glanced at Steve with a strange look on his face and thought to himself, brother, what the hell are you talking about!

In the pub, the crowd watching the fun were also digesting the meaning of Steve's words.

The next second, laughter suddenly broke out. The wily old Pete held Steve's shoulders and laughed until he was out of breath.

"No, no, no! Steve, you are still too young!

Didn't you know that a tiefling's teeth are as sharp as a dragon's?!

Besides, their saliva is poisonous!"

"Tiger Fang is injured! The wound is infected!"

Steve exclaimed subconsciously, then nodded modestly, indicating that his knowledge was still shallow.

At the same time, waves of obscene laughter rang out one after another.

It seemed that everyone understood, except for the young boy Thorin, who was still tugging at old Pete's sleeve with a confused look on his face, asking questions.

Soon, under the passionate and inspiring teaching of old Pete, Thorin also understood!

Then, the loudest laughter broke out...

At the entrance of the tavern, the red face of the horned tiefling had turned completely black, and wisps of white smoke continued to rise from his head.

Seeing this scene, everyone laughed even more happily.

Good boy, you made others so angry that smoke came out of their heads with just one sentence!

Barbarian! You are definitely a barbarian with a bright future!

Little did people know that Steve was a serious wanderer.