After saying that, the gray dwarf merchant proudly puffed up his chest and drank the liquid in the cup.
Then he took out a handful of gold coins, turned to look at the bartender, and asked: "Where is Prometheus? Where is Prometheus? I want to discuss with him a deal that can make a profit A good deal for big money.”
Prometheus?
Hearing the name, Brian immediately became interested.
This is the Underdark, and the gray dwarf merchant wants to do business with him, so if he guessed correctly, this guy with a long and smelly name is the person he wants to find.
No, to be precise, it should be the dragon he is looking for.
Promethitrall is an ancient black dragon who calls himself the Twilight Merchant, and his caravan is called 'Dragon Treasure'.
This old Yin dragon likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. He pretends to be an old human man and captures valuable slaves everywhere, selling them to the dark areas to amass wealth for himself.
The first time he was teleported from the small world to the Underdark, Brian was unlucky enough to be captured by this guy and sold to the drow. If not for this coincidence, he might have died long ago. , will not live until now.
So, Brian has always kept this account in mind.
Sooner or later, Fei will find his home and expand his treasure trove.
Originally, he was trying his luck with this old dragon. If he couldn't get news about this guy, it didn't matter.
If you are lucky enough to get information about this guy, Brian will definitely come and ask for advice.
"Prometheus is in Room 23 on the fifth floor underground. Go find it yourself, but I have to remind you not to disturb him before he has finished his work. . ”
The halfling bartender accepted the gray dwarf’s gold coins with a smile, sat back and returned to his original state, even his voice and expression were lazily indifferent.
The gray dwarf merchant didn't take it seriously. He jumped off the stool, walked to Brian, and explained: "Mr. Brian, I'm very sorry. I want to go to Prometheus Tral, he is the Dusk Merchant of the 'Dragon Treasure' , if I am lucky enough to be able to build his path, my business scale can be expanded by at least half."
Brian said with a careless smile on his face, but he was thinking about it in his heart.
Just as he guessed, it was indeed the old Yin dragon.
In this case, he would find a way to establish a relationship with the old dragon Prometheus Tral through the gray dwarf Tarakot, and then beat him until he knelt on the ground and sang conquest.
"Okay, then you go, don't worry, I'll just sit here and wait for you to come back." Brian said with a smile.
"Worried? What do I have to worry about, Mr. Mage, your power is as bright as the stars, powerful enough to eclipse all existence."
The gray dwarf businessman Tarakot joked, with a smile on his face. With an elusive smile.
He looked around, with a vigilant light flashing in his eyes, "However, the people here are as restless as wolves, always looking for new prey to play with. The appearance of Mr. as a new face, It will undoubtedly attract their attention."
After saying this, the dwarf deliberately winked at Brian with a bit of humor and agility.
Then, holding a wine glass, he walked away from the bar through the arch, his back gradually disappearing into the darkness.
As Talacott says, every inch of the bar smells of trouble-making fanaticism.
It is like a huge magnetic field, attracting countless souls full of vitality and danger. Not long after the gray dwarf Talakot left, another exciting smell came in the air - the breath of two dark elf men.
They were like two ferocious beasts that had just broken free, striding to the bar.
The two men were luxuriously dressed and exuded an aura of arrogance and arrogance.
Their arrival immediately solidified the surrounding air, and a storm seemed to be brewing.
At this time, the Drow man with a huge emerald buckle on his belt opened his eyes wide and shouted to his companions in an extremely exaggerated tone: "Hey, Morand, I guess it's a Human! A true surface human!"
He stared at Brian, his voice full of surprise and excitement, as if he had discovered a new world, and his eyes sparkled with curiosity and desire, which made people attracted.
The drow warrior known as Morand cast a look of disdain and contempt at his companions.
He mocked proudly: "Brother Jack, you ignorant poor guy, staying with you really makes me lose face."
His words were full of disdain and contempt, as if human beings were only insignificant existences in his eyes.
However, everyone knows that there is more information hidden behind his words.
He added contemptuously: "In a massage parlor where we do business in the ancient city of Orens, there are several human slaves, and they are all massage experts! As long as you enjoy it once, you will know That kind of pleasure is really an unparalleled supreme enjoyment, but compared to human slaves, I heard that Orianna..."
Brother Jack's tone revealed a unique kind of pride and satisfaction.
“Fools, is Orianna’s charm something that ordinary people like you can easily touch? Morand, you’d better be cautious in your words and deeds, otherwise it may cause unnecessary trouble. , if they know your arrogance and frivolity, they will never let you off easily.”
Brother Jack's words were full of warning and disdain, like a tempered sword, pointing directly at Morand's overestimation of his abilities.
As Brother Jack’s tone gradually cooled down, Morand still didn’t know how to restrain himself. His eyes flashed with a provocative light, he stretched and pretended to be relaxed and said:
" To be cautious, I am still very curious about the massage techniques of my human slave. I have been working hard recently and my muscles are sore and in urgent need of relief."
After saying that, he looked at me with a superior attitude. Brian.
Faced with Moreland's provocation, Brian only thought the scene was quite funny.
In his eyes, Morand's behavior was as vulgar as a street gangster, provoking others at every turn, which was disgraceful.
Such provocative tactics gave Brian a deeper understanding of the two challengers.
He couldn't help but start to guess whether there was someone secretly manipulating these two stupid guys. They might have been used by others to provoke him without overestimating their abilities.
Brian's thoughts changed and he remembered that he was looking for Haizhuof's magic notes, and a plan began to quietly form in his mind.
He decided to remain silent for the time being, deliberately ignoring the existence of the two provocateurs, and continuing the scene to attract the people who were behind the scenes to surface.
At this moment, all he could see was the wine in front of him. Its deep red color was like the brightest star in the night sky, tempting him to taste every drop of it.
Seeing this situation, Morand and Brother Jack winked at each other. (End of this chapter)