Inside the watchtower on Flat-top Peak.
A feast was being held here.
The Dwarves brought out all the supplies and drinks from the watchtower and placed them in the square outside.
Quite a few Dwarves still had sores on them, but the stench on their bodies had mostly dissipated, and they no longer vomited from the pustular-induced Plague.
Kana looked at the food placed on the low table in front of him.
He had to admit, Dwarven food didn’t look rough at all; it felt very substantial.
at steaks the size of a head were cut open and then roasted and cooked.
Various unknown animal limbs, skin and bones intact, were sprinkled with a special Dwarven seasoning and roasted over charcoal until oil and water sizzled and oozed out.
The pure scent of at perated the entire feast, stirring everyone’s appetite.
At this mont, Getai raised his wooden cup, stood on the stool, and shouted loudly.
"Let’s toast to the Warrior! Cheers—Evil Breaker!"
"To Evil Breaker!"
"Hahaha, to this honorable Mountain Warrior!"
"Cheers to the Warrior!"
The Dwarves raised their cups and shouted in the direction of Kana.
Kana could only smile and raise his glass, just like them.
"We are all Warriors against those evil creatures, co, a toast to Gray Mountain!"
With Kana’s shout, he poured the beer in his mouth vigorously.
All the Dwarves also started shouting loudly.
"To Gray Mountain!"
"To Gray Mountain!"
The young George was also infected, raising his glass and yelling out.
As the delicacies and beer settled in.
Kana noticed that many of the Dwarves’ sores started to fade.
Looking at the beer in his hand, it seed these beers must have undergone so form of Purification Blessing.
The sores on everyone’s body had almost no "Rotting Monarch’s" Power left.
Without the beacon of important cultists, the power of the foreign gods seed to be easily automatically purged by the world.
Even simply purified drinks were enough to eliminate the residual Power on their bodies.
It seed this feast was actually quite necessary.
It also allowed Kana and his group, who had been tense, to relax and quickly blend into the Dwarven feast.
Possibly because they were still inside the watchtower and due to previous lessons, even though these Dwarves in front of them were drinking, they beca very restrained.
Even so Dwarves who nearly couldn’t resist wanting to drink more were scolded by others, obviously the battle from yesterday still haunted them.
Rita Enke’s betrayal, burned into their hearts.
Not sure which Dwarf, suddenly started tapping on the table.
A simple and pleasing lody began to play with the tapping sound.
Hearing this, Getai quickly jumped off the stool and rushed inside the watchtower.
Later, he rushed back out, sohow now holding a round drum.
He reached out and started tapping the drum.
The lody of everyone started to unify with the sound of the drum.
Guided by this, they began tapping on the tables.
"We are in the mountains, striking rocks, digging holes!
Sweet sounds! Resonating in the mines!
Rock pick strikes! Rock pick strikes!"
The pleasing lody, paired with the song from the Dwarves’ mouths.
All the Dwarves began to sing along.
"What are they singing?" Alyris asked while gnawing on a giant leg of at.
George wiped his mouth, also curious.
The song sounded quite good.
"Dwarven songs, I think it’s called ’Child of the Mountains,’" Bobo recalled beside him.
At this mont, while listening to the lody, Kana also tapped the table, blending his beat with the Dwarves’ song.
"We are the children of the mountains!
Ding dong! Ding dong! Swinging the Iron Hamr!
The furnace burning! The Iron Hamr swinging!
..."
In the singing of the Dwarves, the feast reached its climax.
Even though the supply of drinks was limited this ti and the Dwarves were extrely restrained, several Dwarves still got drunk and started babbling.
Trying to keep Dwarves from getting drunk at a feast is too hard, it’s practically suppressing the nature of this Race.
The rest of the Dwarves also got a little tipsy.
And their crowd just couldn’t match the Dwarves in terms of drinking capacity.
After all, Dwarves grow up drinking beer like water, and to them, beer is just water.
George was already drunk, squatting with his back low and putting arms around the Dwarves, singing randomly.
Hunching over, dancing wildly with them.
Bobo, being a Scholar and Magic Apprentice, restrained himself after drinking a little.
Alyris did not allow herself to get drunk, also halted after drinking a bit.
However, she kept on eating.
The Dwarven-flavored barbecue was indeed quite wonderful, with a unique taste, and eating a lot didn’t make her feel greasy.
In the ga, Kana really wanted to taste these seemingly delicious foods, and now he finally got to taste them.
But now...
Kana couldn’t take it anymore because he beca renowned among these Dwarves, who just wanted to drink with him.
The equation in the Dwarves’ minds.
Warrior = Good drinker = Kana.
So brave, surely drinks well, must really drink properly.
Just when Kana was about to succumb, Lurik, who hadn’t co to the feast, appeared from sowhere.
"Alright, you bunch of gluttons, stop bothering Kana now.
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