Chapter 201 – The Spit of the Griffin

Jace has been starving, ready to pick a can down the mouth to hurry to fill the stomach, just now those brought over the roast meat where …… the least wolf meat, wild boar or bread and so on can be accepted it!

As he scanned the counter, a chugging movement came from the side.

That’s when he noticed that a bearded dwarf sitting to his left was basically drunk, half squinting at Jace’s side of the table while slumped over and kept reaching out to scratch the table, his fingernails scratching the table with a chomping sound.

Jace didn’t know what was wrong with him and wondered if he was coming down with a disease when one of the dwarves across the room cursed something and shoved a plate of pear-like fruits where he was scratching, the dwarf then grabbed a steady hold of one and put it in his own mouth and began to chew on it, all the while bumping his nails scratching at the wood before the movement finally stopped.

“I ……” The dwarf actually spoke in Common while chewing on the fruit, “For your information, human, there is another human …… “

“Uh?” Jace asked, “What do you mean, you’re saying there are still humans living in Eagle’s Nest Mountain?”

“Of course!” The dwarf said and slumped under the table.

The Eagle’s Nest Mountain was so big, after the Orc War, it wouldn’t be surprising for someone to live there, probably an ambassador or something from the human kingdom.

“Don’t listen to him talk crazy!” Grid said beside him, “He doesn’t even know what he’s talking about, don’t hesitate, eat quickly, eat quickly, if you don’t eat, you won’t have any more ……” Jace nodded and was about to make a move, when a rocky palm grabbed his arm in one fell swoop.

Turning back to him, a dwarf was staring malevolently at him.

The dwarf pointed his other finger at Jace, cackling through clenched teeth, his lips moving, but half-heartedly failing to utter a word.

Jace tried to turn his head to get help from Grid, but the dwarf twisted his head back in one swift motion, and if he hadn’t rushed to turn his head back in the same direction he turned it, he would have been afraid to go straight to heaven.

The dwarf pointed at his nose, and his lips went from twitching to quirking, supposedly on the verge of speaking.

Just as Jace tries to touch Grid, the dwarf suddenly balks out a whole bunch of Dwarvish, and then all the while goes “Huh? Huh?” Jace couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he felt as if he hated himself.

Did someone find out about him being a warlock, it couldn’t be, he’d hidden his warlock bag and staff in that little room in Griddle, was it turned up again?

The dwarf kept pressing the issue, at which point Grid finally seemed to catch on and came over to him.

“He wants to ask you …… what makes you so tall.”

“Huh?!”

Jace lowered his head to look at Grid, who had stuck his head out, and it seemed he was a little drunk as well.

What are these barbarian hammers drinking, how are they all getting drunk so fast? He glanced at the wine cups on the table, he didn’t know when he already had a full cup and a half-full cup in front of him.

Ee! The dwarf in front of him gave Jace a brain crash to the side of the head, barely bouncing Jace in place as he spewed out a whole lot more Dwarvish, and Grid hiccuped, saying, “He wants to ask you …… if you’ve been stealing food from the griffins.”

“How am I going to answer that?”

“I …… came to talk to him!”

Grider grabbed the man by the collar and punched him under the table.

“Well, he knows.” Grid sat on his ass, burped again, and pointed to the wine in front of Jace, “Come on, drink or they’ll all run!”

“The wine still runs?”

Jace looked back and was surprised that it had actually run away, there was a full glass a moment ago, now how come there’s a half glass left?

Originally, I was still a little afraid that the wine was too strong, but because of the inexplicable lack of a glass, surprisingly, from the bottom of my heart, a strange possessiveness of fear of being taken away again, so I simply picked up the glass to gulp it down fiercely.

Nice guy, spiced up Jace, what the hell is this.

Grid laughed out loud at Jace’s misery as he plopped into Jace’s lap and pointed to the drink, “Griffin spit ……”

Jace cursed at the word and jumped up leaving Grid on the ground, he ran all the way to the railing outside the hall and dry heaved at the hundreds of meters of cliffs but nothing came out!

“No …… no!” Grider yelled, “I mean, griffins like to drink and crave this too! Drool at the sight of it too!”

“Bullshit!” Jace yelled, “Can a griffin drink and still fly?!”

Grider hemmed and hawed for a moment and said, “You saw right through me!”

Jace was utterly speechless, followed by a bout of dry heaving.

But thinking back to the taste of the stuff just now, there was nothing of the usual tawdry odor of animal drool, and it did smell like particularly strong alcohol.

A horrible thought surfaced, could this be the griffin’s chewing wine?

He scanned the entire city of Brute Hammers on the cliffs, the glow of the torches that had been lit in the middle of the night all turning into heavy shadows, and it was just this one bite.

Why did I come here?

What am I here for?

What the hell is this place?

Why …… I want another sip?

Jess looked back at the cup on the table.

At that moment, a dwarf waddled up to the table and grabbed the mug.

“Let go!” Jace yelled in Orcish.

The dwarf froze for a moment, and his grip on the cup loosened.

Jace took a step over and picked up the cup and took another sip.

What a treat, this wine ……

He sat down on the stool and burped, then picked up a piece of leg meat from an unknown animal and tore a piece off and stuffed it into his mouth, the corners of his mouth covered in oil.

Another sip of wine for the sake of getting bored.

For an antidote, another bite of meat.

In order to understand the putty ……

A few rounds in, and Jace felt even more out of place.

The wine was like a mass of soft, soft, warm water that instantly doused his consciousness against all that was still angular about the entire environment, and the hard things he could see, the stone, the table, the armor, the bones, suddenly all became warm and lovely, as if they were sheathed in a halo of light.

The noisy, dancing dwarves all laughed and came to his side, shouting “Great King Jace Sesso!” and, holding hands, began to sing excitedly around him ……

Uh-huh!

Uh-huh!

Ah Cintron, hello to you!

We’re new here, so don’t nag us if we make a mistake! There are bears living on the riverbank, and we hear wolves howling by the lake!

No edge to the forest yo, it’s more lively than Kazmodan!

Take the bowl and take the spoon.

Come on, let me taste what this tastes like!

Ouch ……

Ouch ……

Couscintron, there’s something wrong with the mushrooms.

Why are you eating it if there’s something wrong with it?

But this soup does taste wonderful!

No gold, no jewelry.

There are eyes in the woods, cold as knives like the wind!

Ha! Hey!

Ha! Hey!

But Cintron, this is a nest of griffins and vagabonds! We chisel mountains, we dig holes, we have no manners! We eat meat, we drink wine, we’re grumpy! Don’t ask us why we speak Chinese, asking is just good for your own brain!