Chapter 207 Master, Your Master Has Fallen!

Chapter 207 Master, you...the master has fallen!

Gretel struggled for a long time, and finally stepped into the tavern with Master Dumfries. Trying to touch porcelain, ah no, trying to meet that dwarf master...

He doesn't know how to drink. I didn’t know how to drink it in my previous life or this life. There are indeed many senior surgeons who love to drink and are good at drinking, but in this generation, starting from the guy who was snatched away from the hand surgery department and could sew 12 mouse tails in one class, no one drinks.

Especially him. As the deputy director of emergency surgery, I never know when I will 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 intake, he was not afraid. He stepped into the tavern with his secret weapon and his head held high. In your previous life, if you were a senior director, you'd better have subordinates who could drink. If you were a master's and doctoral supervisor, you'd better have students in your current class who could drink. As for Gretel now, he has followers who can drink...

Grete didn't know the upper limit of Bernard's drinking. But by visual inspection of the volume, 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:

"Boss, serve wine! Serve meat! Serve delicious food!"

"Here you go! Find a place to sit!"

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 present each held a pipe and puffed away the smoke, making the entire tavern look like a fire scene. Grete stood at the door and took a long look, 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 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 in front of him that was wider than his chest. Three large glasses of beer were bubbling, and three big elbows longer than Gretel's forearms and thicker than his thighs supported each other, forming a hill on the plate.

Just as Bernard was about to reach out for it, the boss had already picked up a small flask, 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!"

Gretel shouted back. The two magicians reservedly cut a few slices of the golden crispy skin on the elbow, and slowly tasted it with the mashed potatoes and sauerkraut on the plate. Opposite the large and generous wooden table, Bernard held a big elbow in one hand and a large wooden cup thicker than his head in the other hand, clicking, clicking, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, and 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? !

The two magicians ate less than half an elbow and drank two glasses of wine - Gretel only drank water. Bernard happily swept away the remaining two and a half elbows, three large glasses of beer, almost all the side dishes and sausages, burped, and plunged into the battle group in the center of the tavern:

"Are you wrestling? I'll come too!"

"Come on, come on!"

Dwarves, both familiar and unknown, offered their seats to him. In the group of dwarves, those who can drink are friends, those who can drink and eat big elbows must be a good guy, and those like Bernard who can kill three times the amount of food in one go must be the brothers of the dwarves. What? Bernard is not a dwarf, but 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 shrank into a ball in aggrieved manner. His arms were twice as long as those of the dwarf opposite him. The tavern was quiet for a moment. The boss ran in and ran out again, carrying a one-foot-thick chopping board and placing 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. Bernard sat arrogantly in the center of the whirlpool, knocking down one 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 cheers and cheers hit the roof again. Grete took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, covered his head with a bubble technique, and walked into the crowd despite the thick second-hand smoke. He got to the edge of the battle group, stood behind Bernard and shouted:

"Come on! Bernard, come on! If you win this game, I'll give you a leg of lamb!"

Creak, creak, creak. The three-inch thick solid wood table groaned in pain. The two warriors' arm muscles bulged, veins were exposed, and they gritted their teeth. Gretel stood nearby and watched intently:

Deltoid muscle, biceps brachii, triceps brachii, extensor radialis longus, extensor radialis brevis, external jugular vein, cephalic vein, median forearm vein...

Well, it seems that the anatomy of dwarves is not much different from that of humans...

"He's your friend?"

Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Gretel turned around and saw a dwarf with a gray beard climbing onto a bench and standing next to him. Grete smiled and nodded:

"My follower. - Bernard, don't worry! Lean forward! Breathe in time! Press your wrists in! 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 is a leg of lamb. Grete took out two gold coins and shouted to the boss to bake them, add more honey and more spices. The dwarves around him also looked at him much closer:

"You are not bad to have such followers. Hey, stop cowering by the window and come sit here?"

He pointed. Deep in the bar, on a rammed earth platform half a person'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.

Grete wished for it. He moved closer to the earth platform, sat side by side with the gray-bearded dwarf next to 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. 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 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. 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 cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough …”

He suddenly leaned over and coughed loudly. The dwarves on the left and right hurriedly came forward, offering support and patting on the back. The sound of the slap was as heavy as hitting a wall. Every sound made Grete tremble with fear. He didn't know whether the phlegm came out first or the spine was broken first.

After pounding 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:

"Oops, the teacher can't breathe!"

Gretel jumped up.

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