Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

Whitebeard seemed to be concentrating on drinking and not paying attention to the outside world.

Or maybe he felt that the outside world was too noisy, so he used some magic to block noise in advance.

It was not until he heard the voice transmission that he took his eyes off the bottle, slowly raised his head, and looked at the dwarf king Herbert sitting opposite him in a bit of surprise. His beard trembled for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal, and also used a one-on-one voice transmission to greet him in a plain way.

"Uh... you're here."

And this scene, in the eyes of the outside world, was a battle of wills between the two big guys before the drinking contest. From the surface, the newly arrived Whitebeard was obviously weaker in momentum.

Suddenly the whole tavern fell into silence, for fear of interfering with the competition between the two.

Secretly, the dwarves all tacitly took out various minerals from the storage rings, ready to make a big bet.

Bet on who can drink more, the dwarf king Herbert or the outsider Whitebeard.

If you win the bet, everyone will be happy. You don't have to mine for several days. You can spend every day in the tavern and exchange the ore you won for red wine.

As for losing, those who are lucky can only declare bankruptcy and go mining.

Those who are unlucky may have received commissions for equipment forging.

Without ore, you will naturally not be able to deliver the commissions for a while.

In order to avoid paying the penalty, these unlucky dwarves may choose to find a few gentler dwarf brothers to provide them with warm and wonderful services in addition to working overtime to mine.

In exchange for some ore to fill the gap in forging materials.

In layman's terms, it is selling ditches to pay off debts.

This is commonplace for some dwarves who are unlucky and often lose money.

In a sense, this has promoted the circulation of money in the Dwarf Empire and made an indelible contribution to economic development.

The dwarf king Herbert had naturally known about such extremely shameless behavior.

So when the dwarves were secretly betting, he inadvertently took out a large piece of mithril ore from his storage ring and threw it out, placing a bet for himself.

Then his eyes narrowed into a slit, while he raised the wine bottle and gulped down the bright red wine, and asked the white-bearded dwarf sitting opposite:

"Let me guess, Christine, did you go to find the mother dragon and get hammered?"

After hearing Herbert's voice transmission, the white-bearded dwarf called Christine raised the glass wine bottle and poured the wine into his mouth. The action was slow for a while, as if he recalled some bad memories, and he couldn't help shuddering, and a lot of wine spilled on his beard.

Then he saw him smash the wine bottle on the stone table, making a muffled "bang" sound.

Where the stone table and the wine bottle touched, there were circles of cracks like spider webs.

Seeing this, Herbert knew that he had guessed right. He also put down the bottle, touched the wine stuck on his beard, and said in a voice transmission:

"How can you be so depressed? Why do you go to her when you have nothing to do?"

"Listen to my advice, a forced melon is not sweet."

"What's more, this melon is harder than ore, and you can't twist it..."

"Herbert, you don't understand!" As if he was annoyed by the dwarf king Tang Seng's nagging, Christine rudely interrupted him with a voice transmission, and then said:

"I am not only doing this for myself, but also to find an explanation for my children!"

"My poor two children, how have they been through these years, I can't imagine, they... They actually ran to a ghost place like the God-forsaken Land! And they were killed by weak humans at their doorstep!"

"How much they have suffered, I can't imagine it!"

"Damn Silveri, how could she treat our children like this!"

As she said, Christine actually covered her head and cried.

She cried like a pear blossom in the rain, and I felt sorry for her.....

His memory was involuntarily pulled back to the painful memory of decades ago.

At that time, he, Christine, was still a young dragon who was young and frivolous, kind-hearted, and yearning for poetry and distant places.

Because he was picked up and raised by a female silver dragon who liked to travel everywhere, his character has always tended to be kind and lawful.

At the same time, his hobbies are the same as his silver dragon mother, who likes to go around and travel around.

In adolescence, Christine left his mother's protection and embarked on his own journey.

But he didn't expect to meet an adult female black dragon in estrus halfway, so he was pressed to the ground without explanation.

He was forcibly insulted for several months...

Then, just when Christine thought he could leaveAt that time, the female dragon unexpectedly imprisoned him abnormally.

Regularly humiliated and tortured.

The play was getting more and more extravagant.

From then on, Christine became a ruthless tool for sexual release.

This process continued until he was a hundred years old and grew up to adulthood. He had a certain resistance. One day, when the moon was deep and the wind was high, the cruel female black dragon was preparing magic props and he escaped quietly.

That time, Christine fled all the way to the Dwarf Empire. Seeing that the female black dragon did not chase him, he felt tired after a sigh of relief, so he disguised himself and went to a tavern to get drunk.

Trying to bury the lost youth and chastity.

As a result, after drinking for several days and nights and calming down, he remembered that everything on his body had been plundered by the female dragon.

As a result, he had no money to pay the bill.

I wanted to use the nature of the evil dragon once and for all, and just run away.

But...Christine didn't expect that there was a legendary master hidden in the small tavern. He was caught and beaten before he even left the house, and even two teeth were knocked out.

Although he became friends with the dwarf king who beat him under the influence of alcohol, he gradually stopped being so depressed after being persuaded.

But because of the powerful and indelible shadow brought by the female black dragon, Christine resolutely left this sad continent.

Until recently, he received news that he might have two children, so he hurried here.

As a result, he heard that his child was almost slaughtered by the human principality. He couldn't help but go to the child's mother to argue.

The result...

He was pressed to the ground and humiliated for several days again.

"I don't understand!" Christine said in a voice transmission, "She is cruel to me, but why is she so cruel to our children? How old are they? What if they are in danger? I can't imagine how wronged they must have been these years. In that barren land, they must have grown up eating dirt."

"Uh..." Herbert stared at the adult white dragon in front of him, who was disguised as a dwarf and kept pouring wine into his mouth. After thinking for a while, he still didn't say the words "Isn't this what a five-colored dragon should be like?"