Having received Jona Velli's permission, the dwarves immediately stopped suppressing their nature.
Like a pack of jackals that had been starving for days, they pounced on their food, or like a group of muscular men who had been repressed for over a decade catching a top-tier loli... cough cough... you get the idea.
Clearly, these dwarves had no concept of what Jona Velli meant by "the alcohol content is a bit high." After just a few gulps, these alcohol-obsessed drunkards were already red-faced.
Even so, the alcohol in the wooden barrel was swept clean. The group still felt unsatisfied and looked piteously at Jona Velli, begging for more.
After drinking the distilled and purified alcohol, they felt that the wheat beer they used to drink was nothing but horse urine.
Jona Velli naturally knew what they were thinking, but she wasn't a philanthropist. Giving them a taste was already generous enough.
The dwarf who had been leading them at the start walked unsteadily toward Jona Velli with the remaining dwarves.
"Friend, let's get acquainted. My name is Iron Beard."
Jona Velli was somewhat amazed. This guy was so drunk he could barely walk, yet his speech wasn't slurred.
Nevertheless, Jona Velli extended her hand.
"Jona Velli, of White Crystal City."
"That alcohol... is there any more?"
Hearing Iron Beard's words, Jona Velli curled the corners of her mouth.
"Of course. White Crystal City is rich in alcohol. There, you can have as much of the wine you just drank as you want."
"Are you serious?! Hey, then I'm not feeling dazed anymore!"
Jona Velli nodded.
"Of course. Whether it's true or false, you can go and see for yourself when you have the chance later. Our White Crystal City always welcomes you dwarves."
But before that, I need to meet your King."
Iron Beard patted the armor on his chest, making a clanging sound.
"Small matter, leave it to me. Follow me."
Saying this, the dwarf turned around and strode toward the city.
Jona Velli turned her head and signaled the monsters behind her to follow.
And just as they were passing by a dozen or so dwarves standing nearby...
A drunken dwarf took the opportunity to slap a Minotaur's large black butt, teasingly saying,
"What a big butt! Hey, brother, want to go gay?"
The Minotaur was clearly stunned by this scene, his bull eyes wide, but also a bit... shy.
"Don't look at me like that; this is a way of greeting that represents friendliness."
The little episode quickly passed. A group of monsters walking through a dwarf City-state where the inhabitants were about a meter tall was very eye-catching, especially those robust Minotaurs over two meters tall.
These Minotaurs had large muscles and powerful physiques, which happened to fit the dwarves' aesthetic perfectly. The only flaw was their lack of thick beards.
Although dwarves preferred guys with big beards, big butts, and big muscles, missing one wasn't a dealbreaker.
Thus, almost everywhere Jona Velli and the others passed, the dwarves would all stare at the Minotaurs with eyes as if they were looking at exquisite beauties.
Even though Jona Velli and the others were in dragonoid form, fewer gazes were directed at them.
After all, dragons, though rare and powerful, how could they compare to these beautiful bulls?
The Minotaurs, however, were suffering. They now deeply regretted not being able to restrain their curiosity and coming to the dwarves' side.
Feeling the gazes scanning their bodies wantonly, these Minotaurs were getting goosebumps.
This scene made Jona Velli unable to stifle a laugh. Seeing this, Friel's heart surged.
'Is she... is she smiling at me? So cute. No, I can't show it. I can't be charmed by a single basic attack from her.'
Thinking this, while Friel recorded, her surrounding aura grew a few degrees colder.
Beside her, Gris shivered. Seeing Friel's darkened expression, he didn't understand what his second sister had done to upset her again.
Soon, under Iron Beard's lead, the group arrived at a tavern.
Looking at the words "Hot Hammer" written on the plaque, Jona Velli was stunned.
Wait, are you kidding me? I want to find the Dwarf King, and you bring me to a tavern? What's that supposed to mean?
Jona Velli looked at Iron Beard in confusion, her eyes questioning him.
Iron Beard pushed open the door and signaled for Jona Velli and the others to follow.
Friel glanced at the Minotaurs behind them and ordered,
"You stay here for now."
"Yes! Great Master!"
With that, the Three Dragons stepped into the tavern.
Leaving the Minotaurs outside to "endure torture," giving them the visual sense of being lone sheep surrounded by a pack of wolves.
"Look at how big that butt is."
"Yeah, I want the one in the middle. Don't anyone fight me for him later!"
"Hey, you old rogue, can you handle one by yourself? So greedy."
...The inside of the tavern was noisy and much hotter than outside.
Almost every table here was engaged in the same entertainment: competitive drinking.
Yes, competing to see who could drink more and who could drink harder.
Jona Velli frowned slightly; she didn't like this kind of environment.
Friel noticed Jona Velli's furrowed brow and felt an urge to help smooth it out.
As for Gris, he was attracted by the lively atmosphere.
Unfortunately, there were no playing cards here.
"When you see His Majesty later, you must remember one thing: be honest. After all, His Majesty doesn't like people who love to lie."
"Wait, is the Dwarf King really in this noisy place?"
Iron Beard glanced at the exclaiming Gris and curled his lip.
"Making a fuss over nothing. Don't lump us dwarves together with those humans and elves who only know how to live in luxury.
Our Majesty is great and has no airs at all. He even goes down into the mines with us normally."
At this point, Iron Beard quietly approached Jona Velli and said mysteriously,
"As a friend, I'll tell you a secret."
Jona Velli raised an eyebrow.
"You tell secrets to everyone, let alone a dragon like me whom you've only met once. You're really carefree."
Iron Beard waved his hand dismissively.
"I see you're not bad, and I believe you won't tell anyone. After all, we're friends."
"Alright then, go ahead."
Iron Beard looked around and, seeing that no dwarves were paying attention to them, whispered,
"Actually, besides alcohol and ore, what I love most is the Dwarf King's big butt and that snowy-white bushy beard.
You have no idea, the way he is... ugh~ to me, he's just like a charming Little Fairy."
Hearing this,
Jona Velli blinked, her face full of shock, and the other two dragons were the same.
Should one say 'as expected of a dwarf'? This really is... "So, my wish is to quickly break through to Legendary, become stronger than the Dwarf King, and then violently spank his butt."
"Uh... good luck to you."
Jona Velli prayed silently, while simultaneously uploading what she had just recorded into the Dragon Bloodline Inheritance.
She didn't tell anyone else, right?
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