Being Blind For Five Years, All My Disciples Became Forbidden Curse Mages-Chapter 183 - Tavern

183 Tavern

Fang Ping pointed at Qing Niao, who was standing there. “Go find him. Qing Niao probably wants to fight you very much.”

“Alright, I’ll use him to warm up first.”

Watching Andre walk over, Fang Ping sat down, closed his eyes, and continued cultivating.

“Eh, Fang Ping, what are you doing here?”

!!

I’m sitting in a corner. Am I in your way?

“Are you done?!”

When he opened his eyes, he was dressed in a black robe. This time, it was Chen Long.

Chen Long was baffled. “I’m just asking, why are you angry? Right, Fang Ping, let’s fight.”

“Fang Ping, here are four silver coins. Two are for the entrance fee you paid for me just now, and two are to return to you.”

Fang Ping took two from Qing Niao’s hand.

“Keep it and return it to me when you’ve saved enough. I don’t want to calculate it every day.”

“Thank you.”

On the side, Andre tossed a few silver coins. “How boring. You guys are all doing this to earn money. When we return to the team, I’ll definitely fight you guys well. However, it’s good too. I earned two silver dragons and 6,000 copper coins. It’s not bad.”

Chen Long said, “Why are you here alone today? Aren’t those two following you every day?”

Andre shook his head. “Feng Ling and Red Camelia Snakes? I don’t know either. I didn’t see them.”

Chen Long continued to ask, “It’s rare that they’re not around. Tell me the truth. Who do you like more?”

“Huh? Who do I like more? What are you thinking! We just get along better. We’re all Fang Ping’s teammates and comrades. Our relationship is just a little better.”

Fang Ping turned to look at Andre. He did indeed look surprised. “Andre, don’t tell me that’s what you really think?”

“That’s right. Wait a minute, what do you mean? Fang Ping, don’t tell me you think so too? I told you otherwise. Red Camelia Snake told me that she thinks I’m very similar to her brother and likes to stay with me. Feng Ling too.”

Oh, so it was his little sister.

Fang Ping nodded thoughtfully. “It’s fine. As long as you’re happy.”

“Can’t you people be more simple-minded?”

…

When they left the arena and came to the street, the sound of knocking could be heard outside.

Fang Ping was a little hungry. It should be past noon.

It was inconvenient for them to communicate outside. Fang Ping gestured for them to eat.

Andre nodded and pointed in a direction, shouting, “I just came from there. There’s a tavern!”

Andre led the way. Fang Ping looked at the arena. Dwarves kept entering.

They bought weapons or armor from the blacksmith shop beside them and went to the arena to try.

If it was broken in the arena, they could come out and buy another set.

It was a perfect cycle.

The tavern Andre mentioned was not far. It was just a turn and a few steps away.

Although he could not understand the words on the sign, the wine glass symbol on the wall was still very conspicuous.

Next to the tavern was a grocery store, so the noise level was much lower.

Andre strode into the shop, the others following.

There were many Dwarves eating in the tavern. Other than food, there were also glasses of wine on the table.

Fang Ping looked at them and secretly wondered if they were protected by the Dwarves with special characteristics. They were born with heavy armor and Fiendish Armor, so they were not afraid of noise, heat, or drunkenness.

Furthermore, the living conditions of the Dwarves were clearly better than that of Humans.

The wine brewed from grain was cheap and anyone could afford to drink it. Every table was filled with meat, and there was a sufficient supply of meat.

The price of goods was similar to the Human world, but the same money could buy food that was far better than the Human world.

Weren’t Dwarves good at forging? Why did it feel like their agricultural development is quite good?

Mass mechanized production?

After finding an empty seat and sitting down, a Dwarf waiter immediately came over. “Are the four of you here to drink or eat?”

Andre tapped the table. “Show me the menu.”

“I’m sorry, but our menu is in Dwarf. There’s no common language. What do you want to eat? I can recommend it.”

“Do you have rice? Barley, wheat?” Fang Ping asked.

“Yes, but the rice is all bought from your Human world. Now that we’ve entered the Snow Moon, the trade route is sealed. The price of a serving of rice is not cheap. It costs 100 copper coins.”

100… was a little expensive. Fang Ping thought about it and nodded. “Alright, I want one serving. I’ll pay for this myself. Meat and vegetables, I’ll do whatever you all want.”

Andre then asked, “Is there any Magical Beast meat?”

“There’s only Pink Pork and Gray Mountain Mutton. Now that the city is sealed, there’s no other meat.”

Fang Ping leaned back in his chair. He was slightly shorter, but he could still sit.

He used the characteristics around him without doing anything.

Iron Hair, Iron Fingers, Silver Hoops, Long Arrowhead, Short Daggers…

After using it a few more times, Fang Ping also discovered the name of the male Dwarves started with metal or was called weapons and equipment.

...

However, it was different for female Dwarves. Yellow Grass, Big Red Flower, Curvy Leaves… They were all named after plants.

“Special characteristics are given to failure. The target Demon Soldier is not the person.”

Fang Ping was stunned. He had a bad feeling about this. He slowly sat up straight. “Chen Long, do you drink?”

“Yes, what’s wrong? Do you want to drink White Peach Wine? I didn’t bring it.”

Fang Ping took the opportunity to look at Chen Long. He looked at the table behind him, at the Dwarf in full body armor.

“Special characteristics are given to failure. The target Demon Soldier is not the person.”

Demon Soldiers? What were Demon Soldiers?

This shouldn’t be a class among Dwarves, right?

“Chen Long, I really want to drink it. Can I go back with you to get it?”

Chen Long pointed at the Dwarf waiter who had just left. “Everything is ordered. Let’s eat first. I’ll go back and bring it to you when we’re done.”

Andre also said, “Fang Ping, do you want to drink? I have some. Dwarf wine. It tastes good too. You can try it first.”

...

Fang Ping shook his head and frowned. “Chen Long, I want to drink. Take me there. Andre, wait for me here with Qing Niao. We’ll be back soon.”

Andre gave Qing Niao a look. It would definitely take a long time to return to their residence from here.

There was a hidden meaning behind this sentence.

This was not the first time Fang Ping had done such a baffling thing.

Chen Long also stood up. “Let’s go. I’ll take you there.”

Fang Ping followed Chen Long out and reminded them, “You guys have a chat. We’ll be back soon.”

Fang Ping did not know what a Demon Soldier meant. Qing Niao and Andre probably did not know either. Chen Long looked more knowledgeable.

It was better to be careful. If something happened, he would think of a way. If nothing happened, he would come back and continue eating.

Walking out of the tavern, Fang Ping pointed at the arena not far away. Chen Long nodded.

The sound of hammering near the arena was relatively quiet, so they could communicate normally.

If Chen Long still thought that Fang Ping wanted to drink at this time, he would really be stupid.

“Tell me, what happened?”

Fang Ping glanced at the tavern. It was already blocked by the wall.

“In the tavern, there’s a Demon Soldier behind you.”

Chen Long lowered his voice. “Demon Soldier? Are you sure it’s a Demon Soldier?”

Fang Ping nodded.

“I’ve only read about the Demon Soldier class once in a book. This is the Demon Class, at least a Class 3.”