Goblin Dependency Chapter 119 - 119 85 Scuffle2

119: Chapter 85: Scuffle_2 119: Chapter 85: Scuffle_2 “Congratulations!

Another guest has succeeded in the challenge today, free drinks tonight!”

Tavern owner Chapton clapped his hands and congratulated loudly.

The onlooking patrons joined in the cheers, with a few visibly eager to try.

The man wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, showing a bit of pride on his rough and emaciated face amidst the crowd’s celebrations.

Suddenly, a voice with a hint of suspicion ca from the crowd.

“Boss, in this event, can people take a hangover cure beforehand?”

A stocky red-bearded dwarf in light leather armor glared with eyes as big as copper bells and questioned discontentedly.

Paying attention to the situation on the field, Xia Nan belatedly realized what was going on.

“No wonder I slled sothing strange when I passed by earlier, turns out it was this.”

He understood in his heart.

The main ingredient for the hangover potion is a small plant called “Insect Shell Flower.”

Usually, it just looks a bit strange.

But once cooked, the Insect Shell Flower emits a sll similar to fernted sweat.

A few days ago, when he went to the “Green Grass Cauldron” to purchase supplies, Ms.

Edwina was just brewing a new batch of hangover potions.

The sll…

almost knocked him out.

“Wha-what hangover potion?” The tavern owner Chapton didn’t even get a chance to speak when the tall, skinny man who just succeeded in the challenge jumped up at the dwarf’s question, looking agitated.

“I don’t know what you an!”

“Hey, playing dumb with , right?”

He just wanted to seize the opportunity to make Chapton serve him a few more pints of ale.

With the man retorting like this, it only sparked the dwarf’s temper.

“The sll of Insect Shell Flower on you is sothing I could sniff across two streets!”

“I just like this sll.

I got a craving today and had a couple of sips before coming here, so what?”

The tall, skinny man grinned and argued.

Seeing the argunt between the two seemingly escalating, Chapton, who rarely intervened, reached out and patted the disgruntled dwarf:

“Let’s let it go, just as a favor to .

Today is the Midsumr Festival, let’s calm down.”

“Jem, serve this table three big mugs of ale!”

Probably an old custor of the tavern, with Chapton’s persuasion, the straightforward and honest red-bearded dwarf fell silent, glaring at the other man one last ti and ceased pestering.

The tall, skinny Kalinshan, aware of his fault, originally just wanted to play a little trick to get a free al.

Being openly called out by the dwarf made him embarrassed to stay in the tavern any longer, so he turned to leave.

Perhaps feeling humiliated in public, he muttered with a sullen face:

“Blast furnace slag, pretending…”

He didn’t speak loudly, but the dispute had possibly caught the attention of others in the tavern, quieting the noisy environnt for a few seconds.

Even Xia Nan, sitting at the corner of the hall but keeping an eye on the two, faintly heard the man’s muttering and deduced the content by reading his lips.

“Whoa, well now, this is really not going to end well.”

“Blast furnace slag” is an extrely offensive slur among the dwarves on the Aifala Continent.

— It insinuates that the dwarven race was forged from a volcanic furnace by their father god, the “Soul Forger” Mora.

In so way, it even subtly and slightly refers to their main god.

This term is almost unacceptable to the dwarves, who always take pride in their lineage and race mythology.

Xia Nan once personally witnessed a drunkard unintentionally utter those three words while boasting, with no one specifically targeted, and ended up getting his legs broken by several dwarves drinking at the next table and being thrown out of the tavern.

As expected, the mont the words “blast furnace slag” slipped out.

The red-bearded dwarf, who had cald down after being persuaded by Chapton, changed his expression dramatically!

He grabbed the mug on the table and hurled it at the tall, skinny man with reckless words.

“Damn sand rat, how dare you!?”

With bulging eyes and a bushy, scruffy face turning red, he cursed loudly, his sturdy body lunging forward like a stone stool.

“Wind Servant!

Kalin Worm!”

The sounds of furniture colliding, cries of pain, cursing…

the bar counter fell into chaos.

Seated a bit off to the side, Xia Nan took a spoonful of the cream mushroom soup just served by the waiter, looking quite at ease.