Chapter 1281

Pubs have always been good places to get information.

How many secretly planned actions, but because someone leaked information in the pub, they had to stop the action, or they were jealous, because of alcohol.

In addition to the thieves' guild, the pub is also a favorite place for thieves to trade intelligence, and no one will notice the abnormal figures among the drunkards.

But this does not seem to apply in the firehouse tavern in the quiet city.

Because of the invasion of the necromancer, the dwarves from all over Eli had to move to the quiet city. At the moment, they have occupied the firehouse tavern layer upon layer, leaving no room for thieves.

Dwarfs enjoy the company of their own race, especially in pubs. What can they enjoy more than that?

The firehouse tavern, which is occupied by many dwarves, is undoubtedly the most lively place in the whole quiet city.

They like quiet forest creatures, and will never be near the street where the firehouse tavern is located. They are very happy that these dwarves gather here, and they will not disturb the quietness of other parts of the quiet city.

Due to the different habits and preferences of the creatures who migrate to the quiet city, the quiet city is divided according to the species, and the same species always gather in one area.

There is no doubt that the street where the firehouse tavern is located belongs to the dwarves.

But at this time, a special figure appeared outside the firehouse tavern and kept looking inside.

She was dressed in a green dress with a wreath of flowers and branches around her neck, and her long bright silver hair swayed with the wind. Sharp ears, but also proved that she belongs to the fairy blood.

The unique smell of wine and sweat mixed in the tavern made her frown. The noise in her ears made her unable to pay attention at all. She did not know why the spirit came outside the tavern.

"Shh."

Loud whistle, accompanied by a burst of laughter, came from a dwarf in the tavern. The elves who appeared here obviously attracted the attention of the dwarves.

Facing the rude dwarf, she frowned when she was not used to this kind of treatment.

Encouraged by her companion, the dwarf who whistled quickly came to her and asked, "beautiful spirit, what do you want to do outside the pub that belongs to the dwarf?"

"I'm looking for one of your companions. His name is moyas." She said in a low voice.

"It turns out that you already have a master, but believe me, I will be more able to meet all your requirements than moyas."

Said, dwarf will own body shape close, she can smell dwarf full of wine.

She could not help but step back, but immediately calmed down and said, "on behalf of the will of one of the guardians of the jungle, Lord Jennie, I come here to find the dwarf moyas. If you dare to offend, you and your group will be expelled from the quiet city! "

Her words made the dwarves wake up a lot. No one wanted to affect the whole group at such a moment. The Necromancers outside would not talk as well as the forest creatures.

The dwarf immediately stopped talking and returned to several of his companions with an expression of resentment, and conveyed the news of looking for moyas.

Soon, pushed by a group of dwarves, a dwarf stumbled to her.

"What are you doing? I... I don't have any gold coins. "

Once the memory, let her recognize, in front of this dwarf, is what she is looking for moyas.

From moyas, she can't find any trace of the dwarf in her memory. Moyas is flushed and full of wine. He is even more drunk than the dwarf before. He is scolding the dwarves who pushed him out of the pub. He doesn't seem to understand what happened.

She didn't have any words. After a long time, moyas stopped and looked at the spirit in front of her.

"I... I seem to have met you." Then moyas frowned, "who are you..."

She couldn't help sighing: "Lord Jennie wants to see you. Come with me."

The name she mentioned made moyas sober. Before he said anything, he heard another voice

"Beautiful spirit, I have brought moyas to you according to your request. In return, Katie Aimo, the dwarf, wants to know your name

It was the dwarf who whistled at the beginning that she said this. Instead of answering the dwarf's meaning, she looked back at moyas, who was not conscious.

Seeing that she didn't want to agree to her request, the whistling dwarf was immediately dissatisfied: "this is the reward that the dwarf cadiemo deserves after meeting your request. Even if you report it to the forest guardian, I didn't make any mistakes!"

All of a sudden, cadiemo's body was pushed away. After a few steps, he knocked down a wine table. It was moyas who pushed him away.

"Don't you see that she doesn't want to tell you her name?" Moyas roared.

The dwarves, who had been drinking in the bar, but the table was suddenly knocked over, did not blame CADI Aimo who fell on the ground. Instead, they reached out to help him up. At the same time, they watched the scene with interest. They knew that there would be a good play soon.

The prohibition of weapons and fists in bars always arouses the interest of other dwarves. What's more suitable for booze?

After climbing up, Kadi Aimo rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go up to show his fists. Moyas was not willing to be outdone and immediately prepared to fight.

However, the robe of moyas was held by the spirit behind him.

Seeing that the situation was going to get out of control, she immediately stepped forward and stood in the middle of the two dwarfs, saying in a high voice:

"Enough!"

After the silence, both CADI Aimo and moyas stopped her behavior for a moment. She took a deep breath and said:

"Don't you want to know my name? My name is Sophie Miguel wentis. Are you satisfied now? "

Bursts of booing, from the busy dwarf population issued. Cadiemo put down his fist, looked at moyas behind sodorfi, and said in a deep voice, "this time, don't let me see you in the firehouse."

Moyas naturally will not give up like this, immediately yelled: "I will kick your ass hard, beat you all over the floor looking for teeth."

Seeing the situation tense again, Sophie glared at moyas fiercely. At this time, moyaston, who had recalled her identity, was like a vented ball and did not dare to say more.