171 Explosive Business

Several thick iron chains in front of him made a crashing sound.

Before long, the huge iron cage slowly descended from above and stopped steadily in front of everyone.

There were two Dwarves in the cage. One of them stood in the middle, holding a joystick that was inserted into the bottom of the cage. His eyes were filled with confusion. “Humans? Come in quickly. Which floor are you going to?”

“First floor.”

“Stand apart. Don’t crowd together.”

As he spoke, he twisted the joystick in his hand. With a click, the iron cage slowly descended.

Fang Ping gripped the metal frame tightly to prevent himself from falling. This hanging cage that resembled a sightseeing elevator did not have a door.

As the cage slowly descended, layer by layer, Fang Ping saw many Dwarves. Some were in a hurry, some were strolling and chatting, and some were holding chains and drinking wine.

Walking on the spacious street, the Dwarves coming and going on the street were not inferior to the Giant Cannon Square and the black market in the Elf City.

Don’t Dwarves need to accumulate energy?

As Fang Ping and the others walked on the road, the Dwarves around them cast sidelong glances at them. The number of heads turning was extremely high.

Moreover, it was obvious that he stood out from the crowd. Even though Fang Ping was short at 1.6 meters, he was still tall on the street, half a head taller than the surrounding Dwarves.

As for Andre, he was really a bump in the crowd.

Fang Ping looked at both sides of the street. There were bars everywhere. Huge wine glasses were carved on the signboards, with the name of the shop written on them.

Although the Dwarves also used the common language and there was no problem in communicating, it was interesting that the words were different.

The human language here is somewhat similar to Latin and Greek.

There are thirty-one letters, consisting of eight vowels, thirteen consonants, and ten suffix syllables.

Each word consists of an initial, an indeterminate number of mid-syllables, and an indefinite number of suffix syllables, so in human writing, each word is long.

However, when forming words, the number of letters becomes shorter, and the same initial remains the first, the vowel remains unchanged, and the suffix syllables are all removed.

Therefore, the words here were actually not easy to learn.

The language of the Dwarves was different. It was more like hieroglyphics, especially the word “wine”. Many signs had a word in the shape of a wave. Fang Ping guessed that this word meant wine.

“Here we are. This is it.”

After walking for a long time, Red Camellia Snake stopped and led everyone to a tavern.

It looked very ordinary, no different from the surrounding shops.

Just as Feng Ling had said, the entire street was filled with taverns. Regardless of the size of the shops, they were all filled to the brim with people. All sorts of shouts and the sound of people urging them to drink could be heard incessantly. Every single shop was bustling with business.

In any case, he could just follow them.

As soon as they entered, he heard shouting from inside.

“Fifteen. Five.”

“Sixteen.”

“Seventeen.”

“Seventeen, let’s drink!”

“Triple-edged spear.”

“Five shields.”

“Five! What’s that hand of yours! Hahaha, drink!”

Fang Ping listened to the Dwarves shouting and gesturing at each table. For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Red Camellia Snake walked around the Dwarves who were drinking and went straight to the second floor. “I want a private room.”

“This way.”

Upon reaching the second floor, the entire environment was much quieter. The Dwarf waiter brought everyone to a private room in the inner area. The environment was similar to the private room on the second floor of the “Big Restaurant” of Silver Heron’s team. The overall situation was not bad.

Red Camellia Snake sat down directly. “This is the only tavern with a private room, and it was designed and built by Humans. I’m not interested in sitting at the low tables and chairs downstairs and drinking noisily with those Dwarves.”

Feng Ling sat down as well. “Dwarves are simple and rough. They don’t care about the details like ambience. Drinking in a private room like this is no different from drinking in the Elf City.”

It was a large round table, and Feng Ling was sitting two chairs away from Red Camellia Snake.

Fang Ping glanced at Andre. ‘Where are you going to sit? You can only be closer to one person. Please make your choice.’

Andre didn’t seem to think too much about it and didn’t pause at all. He sat directly beside Feng Ling and reached out to call the waiter. “What do you have here? Is there a menu?”

“We do.”

The waiter handed him a piece of paper. Fang Ping glanced at it. It was still a bilingual menu.

Andre looked down at the menu and saw Feng Ling raise her eyebrows provocatively at Red Camellia Snake, her face smug.

Fang Ping sat across the table. Qing Niao followed him. Watching a palace fight was much more interesting than eating.

“I don’t know what these wines are. Why don’t we try one of each?”

“Andre, let me tell you, there are a few types of alcohol in this shop that are especially strong. You must like them very much. I’ll point them out to you.”

“Oh? Which one is it?”

Andre took the menu and moved to sit beside the Red Camellia Snake.

“Well, White Fur Marinated Wine. Although the name doesn’t sound good, it does taste good. After all, Dwarves don’t value names. And this, Goat Egg Wine…”

Red Camellia Snake pointed at the menu. As she spoke, she raised her head slightly and glanced at Feng Ling, revealing a smug smile.

Feng Ling bit her lip and looked at her, her eyes burning.

Fang Ping raised his hand to call the waiter. “Do you have any watermelons? Give me a piece.”

The Dwarf waiter, who had been waiting at the door, was stunned. “Huh? Xi… what? We don’t have any here. We only sell wine, barbecue, and pancakes. We don’t have anything else.”

“It’s fine.” Fang Ping waved his hand, wanting to enjoy the show.

…

The wine was quickly brought over. It was filled with large wooden cups that filled the entire table.

Feng Ling picked up her cup. “Andre, when we were in the team, I always thought you were an arrogant and flamboyant person. After spending some time with you, I realized that you’re different from what I imagined. I’m very happy to meet you. Here, let’s toast.”

“Hahaha, you’re right. I’m an arrogant person. Let’s do it.”

Andre casually picked up a cup and gulped it down.

“Andre.”

Red Camellia Snake also raised her glass. “Andre, it’s been almost a month since we met in the Dark Forest. Don’t you want to toast with me too?”

“Okay, okay, okay. Here’s a toast to you.”

Andre gurgled. Another glass.

“Andre, you helped me block the attack of a Poison Bat in the cave tunnel. I haven’t thanked you yet.”

Feng Ling raised her glass again.

“Andre, look, I haven’t challenged you to a one-on-one spar for so many days. Are you not going to toast me?”

Red Camellia Snake also raised her glass.

…

Fang Ping and Qing Niao sat across from each other, drinking quietly. They clinked their glasses from time to time, looking at Andre across from them. One glass after another, he gulped down seven or eight glasses in a row.

What a fierce man.

Fang Ping was still drinking slowly. This wine was a little interesting. It finally felt a little like wine. The alcohol content should not be low. However, brewing wine required a large amount of food. The Dwarf City was located in the mountains. There were not many pieces of farmland, let alone food. How could they brew wine on a large scale?