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A triumph. No matter how many enemies the dwarves encountered, as long as they won, they had an excuse to celebrate.

“It’s done!”

As soon as the dwarf rangers returned to Karak Kadrin, they boasted about their achievements everywhere.

This is the unique way of life of the dwarves, which is different from the Empire's choice of either killing all prisoners or selling all prisoners after a battle.

Dwarves usually hold a drinking party after a victory in battle, as many people want to hear about what happened on the battlefield.

Of course, unlike the way humans brag, dwarves will not add fuel to the fire of things that have already been confirmed, but will only add gilding to the steps to accomplish something.

It's a pity that I came back at a bad time, and there wasn't much wine left in the pub. Of course, it was enough if I drank as usual.

But if you want to throw a party, you can only be slightly tipsy.

Windlow immediately discovered a good business opportunity and took a bottle of vodka from the carriage and handed it to the tavern owner.

"Try it, human wine."

The tavern owner did take the vodka, but his eyes were full of suspicion. In the eyes of dwarves, human alcohol was not trustworthy at all.

"I don't have any extra wine anyway, so I'll give it a try and just use it as a mouthwash."

This statement makes sense. Many times when the dwarves are extremely short of alcohol, they will indeed use some brewed wine with almost no alcohol content to quench their thirst.

Besides, this human liquor called vodka smells pretty good and is mellow enough.

He flicked the cork of the bottle with one hand and drank it nonchalantly.

Oh, this mellow taste immediately caught the dwarf's appetite.

Human beings are truly a race full of miracles and creativity. At first, they were just creatures that came from the Dark Land, crossed the mountains at the edge of the world, and settled in the Old World.

I didn’t expect that just through two thousand years of teaching by the dwarves, they could develop such a powerful level of technology.

In addition to the dwarves' good teaching, humans must have also put in a lot of effort in development.

After thinking about the whole series of causes and consequences, the tavern owner slowly raised a thumbs up.

"Human wine is not bad."

Then he immediately squatted down, took out a bunch of keys and opened the box under his feet, inside which were neatly arranged dwarven gold coins.

This is the gold coin with the highest gold content in the world. Even the dark elves far away in Naggaroth know that the dwarf's gold coin is the most valuable one.

Mousse smiled slightly, and without even needing Windlow to tell him anything, he ran to the warehouse and carried all the vodka into the tavern by himself.

Then he couldn't help smiling and stood aside, watching the bargaining between Windlow and the tavern owner.

Finally, the official price was determined: three boxes of vodka were sold for one dwarf gold coin, for a total of four dwarf gold coins, and all the vodka on the carriage was sold.

Naturally, Mousse got his two dwarf gold coins at the first opportunity.

Now that he had bought the wine, he had to be clear-headed when doing business. He hurried back to get out a set of Kislev leather and asked the tavern owner if he was willing to buy it.

However, compared with the cunning humans and the crafty elves, the dwarves lack a little bit of quick thinking.

A dwarf will almost always have only one profession in his life. If he chooses to be a miner when he grows up, he will be a miner for the rest of his life.

Likewise, a dwarf who chooses to become a tavern owner will naturally devote his life to the brewing business.

What about fur weaving and tailoring techniques? A brewer really doesn't understand.

Wow, I finally understand why no humans like to do business in the dwarf city.

Not only is it difficult to sell the goods, it is also difficult to find a single customer.

Mousse was naturally very happy to get two dwarven gold coins, but the two commodities, fur and kvass, seemed to be a waste of money in his hands.

For Windlow at this stage, having the goods in his hands and not being able to exchange them for money is equivalent to losing money.

At this moment, the sound of a dwarf's horn suddenly came from outside the tavern.

"Is it a battle assembly?"

Mousse's keen elven ears recognized that this was the sound of a dwarf's unique horn, which was usually only heard when they were attacked.

All the dwarf civilians immediately retreated back to their sturdy homes, and the tavern owner evacuated all the guests and then closed the thick iron door.

At this time, Windlo and Mousse, standing in the dwarf city, seemed too different.

The entire city entered a state of combat, and only the two "humans" didn't know what to do next.

It's strange. Dwarves are almost the most noisy race in the world except for the greenskins. What made them all quiet down?

This was the first time that Windlo had seen such a situation. He had never heard of this before when he heard about the information about the dwarves.

Mousse put her hand on Wendlow's mouth, signaling him to keep quiet. Her keen elf ears once again discovered something unusual.

A very familiar but too distant movement, rat man.

Ratmen are a race that are as big as humans and look exactly like rats. They generally like to lurk in underground spaces and look for the most favorable time to appear.

This is a rather mean and dirty race whose favorite things to do are backstabbing and assassination.

As for the dark elves, they have basically eliminated the rat threat in Naggaroth, and even ensured that there are not many rat nests under large cities.

Some dark elves even hire ratmen to work for them.

In short, except for Ulthuan, there are ratmen underground in the whole world.

Because of the competition with the dwarves for underground mineral resources, wars often break out between the ratmen and the dwarves.

Mousse was very familiar with the rustling sound of digging walls and soil. It was the ratmen, and they were in the underground space not far away.

From the direction the dwarf warrior was heading, Mousse could tell that his judgment was not wrong.

It seems that my luck is not very good. I encountered such an unlucky race as the rat people.

But it is understandable that there are only some sporadic rat-man disasters in places far away from the several rat-man clans.

Even if handled properly, the ratmen can be turned into disposable, quick-sale slaves. Capturing ratmen as slaves is the dark elves' favorite thing to do.

Listening to Mousse's words and his description, a question emerged in Wendlow's mind.

"Wait, what is this rat man you're talking about?"

As a native of the Empire, Windlow didn't believe that there were any humanoid creatures like rats. Even if there were, they must be just a kind of beastmen, enslaved by other beastmen.

Why does this race called ratmen mentioned by Mousse sound so planned?