Gretel struggled for a long time, and finally stepped into the tavern with Master Dumfries. Trying to make porcelain, ah no, trying to meet the dwarf master...
He doesn't know how to drink. He didn't know how to drink in his past life or this life. Indeed, many of the surgeons of the previous generation loved to drink and were good at drinking. But in this class, the one who was snatched away by the hand surgery department can sew 12 small stitches in one class.
Starting from the rat-tailed buddies, no one drinks.
Especially him. As the deputy director of the emergency surgery department, he never knew when he would be called back to perform one or even several major surgeries. One drink, some bad luck, just a few lives.
But now, those precepts, habits, knowledge and ways of thinking have become his only connection with that period of his previous life.
But this time, even if Gretel had zero alcohol, he was not afraid. He carried a secret weapon, held his head high, and stepped into the tavern. In his previous life, if you were a chief executive, you'd better have subordinates who can drink.
, if you are a master's or doctoral supervisor, you'd better have students in your class who can drink. As for Grete now, he has followers who can drink...
Grete didn't know the upper limit of Bernard's drinking capacity. But based on visual inspection, the barbarian's abdominal cavity should have twice the capacity of the dwarf.
Therefore, even if Gretel does not know how to drink, he can still raise his voice with confidence:
Gretel would find a good place without him having to ask. The tavern was filled with smoke as far as the eye could see. The dwarves here each held a pipe and smoked smoke, making the entire tavern as smokey as a fire scene. Gretel stood at the door.
After looking far away, I decisively picked a seat by the window and leaned against the window to breathe heavily.
I don’t know how many people in this group of people have stage I and stage II pneumoconiosis... I don’t know how many people have respiratory diseases... And they still smoke like this. This is asking for death!!!
He stayed close to the window from a distance, watching the dwarf boss slam down a tray wider than his chest in front of him with a clang. Three large glasses of beer were bubbling, and three of them were longer than Gretel's forearm.
The big elbows, which were thicker than his thighs, supported each other and formed a hill on the plate.
Just as Bernard was about to reach out to take it, the boss had already picked up a small wine bottle, sprinkled a ring of strong liquor on his elbow, and lit it on fire...
With a "boom" sound, golden-red flames burst into flames, and the fragrance overflowed.
"This is their signature dish." The wizard of Dumfries shouted to Gretel in the commotion: "But why do you order three?"
"Don't worry, he can eat it!"
Grete shouted back. The two magicians reservedly cut a few slices of golden crispy skin on the elbows, and slowly tasted the mashed potatoes and sauerkraut on the plate. Across the large wooden table, Bernard held it in one hand.
With a big elbow, he held a large wooden cup thicker than his head in one hand, clicking, clicking, tons, tons, tons, eating and drinking until his mouth was full of oil...
Why are you still eating like this?
Aren’t you free to eat the dozens of pigs, cows, sheep, and cages of rabbits I raise in the animal laboratory? I also left 50 gold coins for you!
Could it be that instead of eating them all, you sold them all for wine?!
Together, the two magicians ate half an elbow and drank two glasses of wine - Gretel only drank water. Bernard happily consumed the remaining two and a half elbows, three large glasses of beer, almost all the side dishes and
Sweeping away the sausages, he burped and plunged into the battle group in the center of the tavern:
"Are you wrestling? I'll do it too!"
"Come on, come on!"
All the dwarves he knew and didn't know offered their seats to him. In the dwarf community, if you can drink, you are a friend, and if you can drink and eat big elbows, you must be a good man. Bernard, who can kill three times the amount of food,
That must be the brothers of the dwarves. What? Bernard is not a dwarf, he is twice as tall as a dwarf?
Dwarf brothers don’t talk about that!
Bernard sat down on the wooden pillar. The big man, who was more than two meters tall, immediately huddled up in aggrieved manner. His arms were twice as long as those of the dwarf opposite him. The tavern was quiet for a moment, and the boss ran in and started again.
Teng Teng Teng ran out, picked up a one-foot-thick chopping board and put it on the table.
"Come on, come on!"
"Harder! Harder! Give the big guy some color!"
"Wayne! Haven't you had enough to eat? Work harder!"
The dwarves roared loudly. Bernard sat in the center of the whirlpool arrogantly, knocking one down, and then another. After killing the third one, he raised his head and slammed the table:
"I want to drink beer!"
"Give him wine! I'll pay the bill!" shouted the fourth dwarf who sat down. The beer came immediately. Bernard drank it all in one breath and put his elbow on the table again:
"Come!"
The sound of cheers and cheers hit the roof again. When no one was paying attention, Gretel covered his head with a bubble spell and walked into the crowd despite the thick second-hand smoke. He got to the edge of the battle group and stood behind Bernard and shouted
:
"Come on! Bernard, come on! If you win this game, I'll give you a leg of lamb!"
Creaking, creaking. The three-inch thick solid wood table groaned in pain. The two warriors' arm muscles bulged, veins were exposed, and they gritted their teeth. Grete stood beside him and watched intently:
Well, it seems that the anatomy of dwarves is not much different from that of humans...
"He is your friend?"
Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Gretel turned his head and saw a dwarf with a gray beard climbing up on a bench and standing next to him. Gretel smiled and nodded:
"My follower. - Bernard, don't worry! Lean forward! Breathe in time! Press your wrist inward! One! Two! Three!"
With a bang, the forearm of the dwarf opposite was firmly pressed onto the chopping board. Bernard immediately turned his head: "Leg of lamb!"
A leg of lamb was just a leg of lamb. Gretel took out two gold coins and shouted to the boss to bake it, add more honey, and add more spices. The dwarf next to him also looked at him much closer:
"You're not bad to have such a follower. Hey, stop cowering by the window and come sit here?"
He pointed. Deep in the bar, on a rammed earth platform half a man's height, the old dwarf master was sitting high during the day, surrounded by a group of middle-aged dwarves, looking down at the commotion below with a smile.
Gretel couldn't ask for it. He moved near the earth platform, sat side by side with the gray-bearded dwarf beside him, and talked quietly. While chatting, he raised his ears and listened to the dwarves on the earth platform on the right taking turns to persuade:
"Master, you'd better rest more!"
"Yes, Master, it's really tiring to activate magic five times a day! It's good to have one less time!"
"Master, you've been in poor health recently, so you'd better not work so hard..."
"Master Tarbert has been in poor health." The gray-bearded dwarf suddenly touched him. Gretel turned his head and saw his bronze face, thick eyebrows and big eyes all crowded together, full of worry:
"Every day after using magic, he has to cough for a long time, and he can't sleep all night these days. Hey, I asked your Magic Council, can you let him rest more and stop pushing him so hard?"
...Don't smoke if you have a cough! Gretel turned to look at the pipe in the old dwarf's hand, and then at the large glass of wine he was holding down. He really felt that fatigue was not the key factor. Before he could answer, the old dwarf had already
He lost his temper and smashed the wine glass on the table, causing the wine to splash everywhere:
"Please advise me, everyone advises me! I can no longer hold the hammer, and if you don't let me use magic, I will die! I can still hit the iron happily with Father God... cough cough cough cough cough cough
…”
He suddenly leaned over and started coughing loudly. The dwarves on the left and right hurriedly came forward, helping him and slapping him on the back. The sound of the slapping sound was as heavy as hitting a wall. Every sound made Gretel tremble with fear and did not know that it was phlegm.
Which one is photographed first or the spine is broken first?
After beating it for a long time, the old dwarf's coughing gradually became sparse, but it didn't seem to be getting any better. Suddenly there was chaos in the crowd, and a panicked shout rang through the air: