Mage Legend-Chapter 3: Revised: 2 episodes Reunion

The tavern in Moon Harbor City was not as noisy as expected. The adventurers all sat down, huddling together, whispering to each other about the news from the northern ice fields. The tavern owner sat slumped behind the bar, listlessly wiping the already spotless wine glass. It wasn't until the Dwarf in the corner called him for the seventh time that he woke up as if from a trance, took a pile of ale over, but it wasn't the rum the customer wanted at all.

Published by www.cmfu.com Only the Dwarves were in the mood to drink heartily. When the Giant army came, they could just dive into the caves, which the giants could never enter anyway. Indeed, taking advantage of the little peace before battle, the Dwarves from the Red Iron Mountain Range brought in exquisite weapons and a large amount of ore in exchange for food and fine wine. Of course, the prices of these goods also rose with the "market conditions".

Published by www.cmfu.com Wislin sat behind the noisy Dwarves, squinting at the lone source of noise in the tavern. "You'll pay for it later, daring not to prepare at such a time..." He was now one of the cavalry squad members of Moon Harbor City and had been promoted to captain. Today, he wasn't here to slack off. The tense war preparations left him no time to be lazy. He came to this tavern because of an oath. An oath made with friends seven years ago.

Published by www.cmfu.com "Maybe we shouldn't meet at this time." Wislin looked at the sky, it was not yet sunset, meaning the time hadn't come, but he had already started worrying unconsciously. "Out there, the world is in chaos, with Giants constantly threatening the safety of the roads. I hope everyone is okay."

Published by www.cmfu.com Wislin ordered another ale and placed it in front of him. He seldom drank, only having a glass when he was very nervous or excited. Today, Wislin was both nervous and excited, but found it difficult to drink. He watched the foam on the ale slowly dissipate, recalling the barrels of ale the squad carried, and the Berserker Morgan, known as "one gulp, one barrel". That guy's drinking capacity was unmatched. Rubbing his thin beard, Wislin couldn't help but envy Morgan's thick whiskers. It's said that all the height of the Dwarves grew into their beards, resulting in their current stature, while he was ridiculed by the veterans for having no beard when he first joined the cavalry. If not for diligently scraping with a knife every day to stimulate his chin, he might still not have a single hair even now...

Published by www.cmfu.com "The only race that never has a beard must be the elves." Wislin thought maliciously. "I wonder how Anna is doing. No matter who she chooses as a husband, they always seem like a woman..." But immediately he dismissed his sordid thought. He was a Knight and shouldn't behave like before with thought and action lacking principle like a hooligan but should uphold discipline and honor. Ranger Anna was an excellent archer. If she heard his words, he'd have to be careful of arrows shot from behind, diverted from their path by a "slip of the hand".

Published by www.cmfu.com "Hey hey hey! I'm looking for Wislin! He owes me..." Accompanied by the sound of the tavern door smashing to pieces, a loud, deep voice suddenly flooded the ears of the patrons. A fully armed Dwarf, wielding enormous double hammers, leaped in. On his bushy, flowing beard dangled fragments of the broken door.

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Published by www.cmfu.com The Dwarf scanned the small tavern, spotting Wislin in the corner with a dodgy expression. The next second, his gaze shifted to the untouched ale on the table. "Hehehe, you know me well." The Dwarf handed his right-hand weapon to his left hand for safekeeping, strode over to Wislin, grabbed the beer mug, and poured it down. The gurgling in his throat, the two streams of liquid running down from his mouth corners, and his rosy, jiggling beard from happiness, that was Morgan.

Published by www.cmfu.com "Ah, that was refreshing. I didn't have a drop to drink along the way." The Dwarf slammed the mug on the table, wiped his mouth with his hand. "Another one please!"

Published by www.cmfu.com Wislin handed a Gold Coin to the owner and ordered another ale. Not because the ale was really that expensive, but because a door surely wasn't cheap. Especially with winter just around the corner.

Published by www.cmfu.com "Why is it...glug glug...just you and me here, where are the others? Planning not to treat me?" The Dwarf downed another glass, his nose tip already turning red. "Anyone who dares not come, I'll go smack them."