Don't call me evil god

It was a rare occasion when Brandon's mind turned faster than Pete's.

Perhaps because he was so dizzy from the smell of the smell in the Heart of Iron Bar earlier, Peter didn't realize what Brandon meant for a moment:

"Why participate in the competition?"

"We don't need any Stone Castle spirits to drink for a year, right?"

Brandon said carelessly:

"That's what I thought."

"Those muscular guys don't bother to talk to us because they think we are irrelevant and don't respect us at all."

"In this case, if we can kill everyone else in their game, wouldn't that be a sign of respect?"

Peter's eyes lit up.

"It seems...it's true!"

He hadn't changed his mind before.

Dealing with dwarves is completely different from dealing with humans or goblins.

Human beings are polite and have manners.

Although the goblins are a little cunning, they have learned a lot from humans. As long as the benefits are enough, they will become extremely obedient and smooth.

Not so with dwarves.

They have vulgar manners, bad tempers, and a deep-rooted sense of family honor.

While respecting the strong, he also looked down upon the weak.

This can be seen just from the system of dwarf cards.

Those "unqualified" blood descendants will not even have the opportunity to enjoy even a little bit of the family's shadow. They will be kicked out of the family and left to fend for themselves.

However, the dwarves still don't think there is anything wrong with their family system, and they are still thinking about finding ways to prove themselves every day, win the respect of other dwarves, and return to the family.

To put it bluntly.

These guys eat hard and don't eat soft.

Talking and communicating with them properly will only make the dwarves think that you are a complete softie, look down on you, and are too lazy to care about you.

If you want to communicate normally with dwarves, you must first convince them!

Whether you use force or your ability to drink, you just want to make them understand that you are stronger than them!

"Winning respect by participating in the Wine Warrior Competition... seems to work?"

…

As soon as his ideas were opened, Pet immediately perfected Brandon's plan.

Because there is a "loophole" in Brandon's plan that must be solved.

That is - Peter doesn't think any of them are particularly good at drinking!

Pete knew about Gale's drinking capacity.

Just like him, one glass of a strong drink like Stone Castle Liquor will definitely kill you.

Miranda gets drunk when she touches wine.

Brandon may be stronger, but in terms of spirits, he is definitely not as good as these dwarves who have alcohol flowing in their veins.

As for Reina, although her family owned a tavern, Peter had never seen her drink several times.

He once heard Reina say that in the past, when Reina was serving wine to the guests, she would drink a glass and a half with them to liven up the atmosphere, and that was all.

He doesn't sound like he's a drinker either.

Anyway.

Since he couldn't win against those dwarves by drinking, Peter had to find another way.

The rules of "Big Talk Dice" are very simple.

Its loopholes are also very obvious!

Because it theoretically has the possibility of defeating all enemies without drinking a drop of wine.

No matter who claims to open the dice clock to see the results, in the end the loser drinks.

In other words.

As long as the contestant can guarantee that he will win until the end and not lose a single game, then he can stay away from alcohol!

…

After wandering around the circular platform of the stone castle, Peter finally found a cave tavern called "Happy Hour Bar". The structure inside was similar to that of the "Heart of Iron Bar".

Pet turned on the magical state of [The Secret of All Things] and stared at the defenders and challengers in the ongoing competition. After watching for a while, he felt confident.

This time, the defending side was not very lucky.

After losing three games in a row, he drank three large glasses of Shibao liquor. His body was like a ball of mud, and he slid directly under the table and fell asleep.

The bartender shouted loudly to liven up the atmosphere:

"A new champion has been born!"

"Who is the most powerful bastard in this bar! Who is the real wine warrior!"

"Where is the next challenger?"

"We need a real warrior to kill this bastard!"

"The registration fee is only 1 gold coin. If you win the Wine Warrior, you can drink as much as you want!"

The dwarves responded to the bartender's shouts, tapping their fists and wine glasses rhythmically on the stone table, making various noises.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

The challenger turned into a champion who was even more excited. He simply jumped on the table and danced an extremely vulgar war dance.

"Who dares to challenge me!"

"I'm going to drink you all down!!!"

Peter raised his hand without hesitation and stepped forward.

"I'll challenge you!"

The tavern that had been noisy before was quiet for a moment.

The dwarves were surprised - there was a human challenger in their Brew Warrior competition!

It is a rare thing to see humans in Stone Castle, and it is even rarer for them to dare to come to participate in the competition!

The next moment.

The noise erupted even more enthusiastically!

"Slender dog! Hemp pole!"

"Cowardly coward!"

"Kill him! He's a piece of shit!"

The drunken dwarves frantically knocked on anything that could make a sound, and the sound was deafening.

In some ways, dwarves look down upon humans.

They disliked humans for not being strong enough, like a skinny dog;

They were tall, but they were like sticks, without strong bodies.

Also, humans like to weigh the pros and cons when facing danger, and often give in when they are not sure of something, which is also a trait despised by dwarves.

Pete's appearance almost perfectly fits the stereotype of dwarves, and is extremely unpleasant.

Therefore, when Pete said he wanted to sign up for the challenge, he immediately became the focus of the bar!

…

A full glass of Stone Castle liquor was slammed on the table with a bang.

Some mellow liquor spilled out.

Pete felt a little dizzy just by smelling the smell, and he didn't dare to imagine what would happen after drinking this glass - no, it should be said that this "barrel" of wine.

If he really wanted to compete with the dwarves in drinking in a normal way, he would die without knowing how he died.

The two sides were not opponents of the same level of strength at all.

Pete wanted to win the respect of the dwarves by participating in the competition. What he really wanted was to cheat!

Two dice clocks, five dice for each person.

After shaking the dice violently, Pete opened the dice clock and saw:

2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6.

A very dangerous result.

Not having a big enough "point", normally, means not having enough confidence to shout out a bigger number.

The opponent - the dwarf who just became the defender came up aggressively and shouted an oppressive prediction:

"Four fives!"

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