My Magic Age

The backyard of Zhuoqak's house is not very big. The wine cellar was transformed from the cellar in the backyard. Zhuoqak lit a lantern in his hand. As he took steps, his figure kept appearing on the wall of the corridor. Swinging to a stop.

Perhaps because he heard the sound of someone walking around in the yard, the second door of the row of houses opposite was pushed open with a creak, and a young woman leaned her upper body out from inside. She found the bright lantern in Zhuoqak's hand and called to Zhuoqak softly: "Hey, Darling, dear Mr. Zhuoqak, it's my turn tonight. You may have gone too far!"

The woman was only covered with a layer of gauze, and the light coming from the crack in the door illuminated her completely.

Zhuoqak was almost frightened by the sudden sound and fell to the ground. He looked back at the woman angrily, coughed hard, and then said: "What time is it now? Like a female cat in spring. Just keep yelling everywhere, go back to the house and wait for me. I will go find you after I finish my business. The pub in front is not closed yet. I am going to the wine cellar to get some wine!"

Obviously, Zhuoqak's status in the family was clear. After a few angry scoldings, the woman retreated into the room dejectedly.

At this time, Zhuo Ka Ke said with a little embarrassment: "They are all village women who do not understand etiquette, making Magic Jijia laugh!"

"Boss Zhuoqak, you are really authoritative at home! This kind of life is exactly what I yearn for." I said.

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In fact, I am speaking from my heart. The comfortable life of the tavern owner Zhuoqak seems extremely relaxed. He has a tavern with good business and several wives who seem to be very obedient. He lives in the extremely comfortable imperial capital without any worries. pressure.

Obviously Zhuoqak didn't think so. He felt that I was speaking politely to him, and he said humbly: "You are a top student at the Royal Academy of Magic. You will naturally be the new favorite among the imperial nobility in the future. You will have the supreme honor and those Nobles and ladies will be at your disposal, and your life is the life of the real upper-class nobles, and it is the life that we common people yearn for. "

I followed behind Zhuoqak, even though there was such a lantern to lead the way, I walked forward one step at a time and one step at a time.

Suddenly, Zhuoqak seemed to have tripped over something again, and fell to the ground with a thud. I laughed secretly in my heart. This fat tavern owner probably drank a lot of wine at night, and his steps were frivolous, and he was here. I fell down twice along the way.

I was walking behind him, so naturally I couldn't ignore him. The lantern in his hand rolled far away, went out with a pop, and disappeared into the darkness. How could I have the patience to fumble for the lantern and chant softly in my mouth? The spell summoned four stone drum totems. Four stone drum totems of different colors surrounded me. With different rotations, my body was suddenly illuminated.

I stepped forward and helped Zhuo Kak up after he had fallen miserably. Seeing that his free earth plane had caused him a heavy fall, his whole chest and skirt were covered with dust, and his hands and the left side of his face were all covered in dirt. He made close contact with the ground, and blood oozed from his gray face.

He groaned softly, looking very painful. I quickly used a "hydrotherapy technique" on him, and in an instant, a white light appeared around him, and the sound was crisp and clear. The bell disappeared, and the tavern owner Zhuo Kak let out a painful groan, and then stood up from the ground quickly.

"Oh my God, thank the Statue of Liberty!" He quickly made a prayer gesture on his chest, and then realized that it was not the priest in the temple who saved him, but a magician, and he immediately seemed a little embarrassed. Said: "Hey, thank the God of Water Magic, Eva."

Zhuoqak went to where the lantern had fallen and picked it up. Only then did I see clearly that it was not the uneven ground that tripped Zhuoqak, but a man lying in the yard behind his house. Dwarf, this dwarf is actually like this Lying in the yard and sleeping soundly, he seemed to have almost nothing on him except a worn-out leather armor and dusty linen trousers. His feet were bare, his hair was unkempt, and his long beard and hair were tied in braids. It turned out to be full of alcohol.

Zhuoqak walked back with the lantern and saw the dwarf lying on the ground without any surprised expression.

He just walked up and kicked the dwarf hard on the butt, and cursed: "You rotten drunkard, I feed you and drink for you all day, but you lie down in the yard to harm me, roll aside and sleep, if If you trip me again, I'll throw you out on the street!"

The dwarf who was lying on the ground and sleeping soundly was reminded by Zhuoqak's kick. He said "Ouch" and sat up from the ground with a blank look on his face. He muttered drunkenly: "It's not dawn yet, it's not here yet." During working hours, Master Drokak, you cannot disturb a dwarf’s dream. This is God’s greatest gift to a wandering dwarf. I am dreaming of drinking with old friends in the Black Iron Castle!”

The tavern owner Drokak scolded the dwarf with a look of disgust on his face: "Get up and open the cellar door!"

The dwarf stood up from the ground and argued with a red face: "Master Zhuoqak, are you suspecting that I secretly drank the ale in the cellar? I am an honest and trustworthy dwarf."

The tavern owner Zhuo Kak sneered and said: "You? Apart from drinking, what else do you have? You can let the wife of your dead friend support you, what else can't you do?"

The dwarf clenched his fists angrily, raised his voice and argued: "Master Drokak, you are insulting a dwarf!"

I was secretly on guard, fearing that this dwarf who got angry after a drunken quarrel would smash Drokak's face to pieces with a punch.

The tavern owner Drokak was probably used to scolding, so he said unceremoniously: "Can you be considered a dwarf? The other dwarves are all master craftsmen, and even the poorest dwarf has an excellent blacksmithing skill, but what do you know? , what else do you do besides drinking? Humiliate you, then you can get out of my house now and see where I can give a loser like me ale to drink every day! Give me the key to the wine cellar, you can pack your bags and get out. By the way, I almost forgot, you don’t have any luggage at all.”

The dwarf turned purple with anger, but still held back and did not take action.

I heard that dwarves tend to have bad tempers at the drop of a hat, but I didn’t expect that this dwarf had even lost the last bit of his temper.

Seeing the dwarf's bewildered look, Zhuoqak's arrogance became even more arrogant. He raised his face, tapped the dwarf's forehead with his hand, and said sternly: "When I leave, don't forget to take you with me." The friend’s wife Eve was also taken away. She was still smiling at every customer in the front tavern, so that you could have a free sip of ale every day.”

The owner of the tavern, Zhuo Kak, put his hands on his hips and said with a heavy belly, "I don't understand. She has been sleeping with me for half a year. She has taken the wrong medicine recently and she is pretending to be a lady."

I stood aside and realized that I had unexpectedly discovered Eve's life experience. She was actually inextricably linked to the alcoholic dwarf in front of me.

A dwarf who doesn't know how to make a blacksmith?

Don’t dwarves live in the blacksmith shop from birth? There are actually dwarves who are not craftsmen, so what does this mean? Only dwarf warriors who have been trained since childhood do not know any blacksmith skills...

I was making random guesses when I heard Zhuo Kak say: "Originally I wanted to persuade her, but I have changed my mind now. There are many young and beautiful slaves in the slave market in the imperial capital. I have decided to buy them tomorrow. When you two come back, instead of wasting so much ale to support you, why not just buy two slaves and then only need to give her two mouthfuls of food, so that you can work hard for me!"

I stood aside, not angry because of Zhuoqak's face. At this moment, my heart was actually very calm. I was thinking: What does that woman Eve want?

Watching the ragged dwarf leave in despair, I no longer had the mood to visit the wine cellar of the tavern owner Drokak.

Originally, I just wanted to create some opportunities for Eve and Yerkes to be alone. Now it seems that I have walked into Eve's life and discovered some small stories belonging to her. My curiosity was aroused.

This may be the last of the cask gold cider for Drokak, the tavern keeper, if these things go as I predict.

Standing in front of the cellar door of the wine cellar, Zhuocak rubbed his hands. The joy on his face revealed a philistine expression that only a businessman could have. Those bright silver coins seemed to have confused his true mind. I saw I have experienced some people who were corrupted by money. Guy, that expression was the same as his current expression. He saw me dragging out a large barrel of golden cider from my magic pocket like a magic trick. Then he reluctantly took out a bag of gold coins from his arms and exchanged it with great difficulty. into my hands.

When I took the bag of gold coins, Boss Zhuoqak calmed down and closed his eyes several times before ruthlessly letting go of his hand.

Then I turned around and looked at the direction where the dwarf disappeared, and then said to Zhuoqak absently: "Suddenly I remembered that I still have some urgent things to do. I'm sorry that I can't visit your wine cellar, but I still want to remind you, consider it. Considering the quality of the wine, this barrel of wine must be stored in the wine cellar as soon as possible!”

Zhuoqak's confused call came from behind: "Magic Jijia...where are you going in such a hurry..."

I ignored it at all and paid attention to extinguishing the four stone drum totems, which were like horse lanterns. I followed the direction the dwarf left and walked out of Zhuoqak's small courtyard, only to find that I had come to a street behind.

The street doesn't look that clean. The trash cans are full of domestic garbage. Maybe someone will clean it tomorrow morning, but now it smells sour, like vomit in the stomachs of drinkers. Bad smell.

It seems that the sewage ditch has not been cleaned for a long time. The turbid water with a layer of grease has overflowed the bluestone on the street. The frog, which has always been covered with grease, heard the strange noise and jumped with a 'pop' Into the ditch.

The dwarf was huddled next to the trash can in the corner, looking as pitiable as possible!

I walked over slowly, squatted in front of him, took out a bottle of golden cider with a thin neck and a round belly from the magic waist bag, placed it in front of him, and then said to him: "Take a sip, maybe you will feel better. , I am very interested in your past, I wonder if you would like to tell me about it!"

The dwarf's eyes were still the color of anger. He raised his head blankly, first saw the bottle of wine in front of him, and then there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

His eyes regained a trace of clarity, and he said to me: "I have nothing, and I don't know any craftsman skills. I don't know how to forge. I have never touched a blacksmith hammer in my life. I am not a mercenary or adventurer. Maybe I was a long time ago, but look here..."

He untied the tattered leather armor on his upper body, revealing his strong chest to me. There was a dark red scar from the left shoulder to the right rib, almost running through his entire body. This scar was much deeper than the scar on Kalancuo's chest. I knew what he meant. Such a deep scar meant that his tendons had been injured, so his current physical condition was probably worse than that of an ordinary person.

The dwarf smiled miserably: "Are you still willing to buy me a drink?"

"Of course, but I really mind this place. Maybe we can sit in the park!" I pointed to a small pocket park at the corner of the street not far away. There seemed to be only a little gardening and a few benches with peeling paint.

It was obviously much cleaner here. I asked the dwarf to sit on the bench. He carefully dusted off the dust on his body before sitting on it.

I heard his lower abdomen gurgling. I guessed that he might not have eaten much at night and must be hungry now.

I saw a simple mobile snack stand under a street lamp not far away, selling fried potatoes and fried fish. I ran over lightly and ordered one serving of fried fish and two servings of fried potatoes. I asked the stall owner to squeeze in some mustard, which is the favorite of dwarves, and brought back a full paper bag of food and stuffed it into the dwarf's arms.

"How can we drink without something to go with it? It's a pity that such good golden apple wine, it would be better if there were some smoked fish or barbecue." I sat next to him, holding my head with both hands, looking at the dark night sky, and said to him.

Since the defense array was activated, I haven't seen the sky full of stars for several days.

The dwarf saw that I had something to say to him, and said directly: "If you have any questions, just say it directly. I won't hide anything I can say. After all, there is no secret for me. I am worried that you want to know about your things, but I know nothing about them, and I will waste your delicious meal."

"Tell me your story, it may be very long, then I want to know when you met Eve's husband, I want to know about that person!" I looked into the dwarf's eyes and said to him very seriously.