Chương 170: Thick Sour Smell

"Delicious."

"Right? This piece of meat is worth it. Fang Ping, do you want to drink? There's also a glass of wine here, but I tried it just now. It doesn't taste very good, so I didn't help you take it."

Fang Ping shook his head. "It's fine. There's no need to trouble yourself. Andre and the others said that they're going to the tavern on the first floor to drink later. I'll try again at the tavern. Oh right, are the Dwarves' language the same as ours?"

Edvin thought for a moment. "More or less. I can understand most of them, but the pronunciation of the individual words is a little different. But communication is fine."

"Well …"

THUD!

The wooden door was pushed open heavily, and a group of Dwarves rushed in. All of them were wearing armor and holding weapons, fully armed.

The Dwarf in the lead had white hair and a white beard. His eyes widened as he scanned the people in the room. "Who let you in!"