Tavern in Another Dimension: Getting the Elf Queen Drunk at the Start

Alan and Bart had just finished discussing.

It wasn't too late, but the sky was already completely dark.

A sharp curse suddenly came from the small tavern, but the one who was cursing was a green-skinned dwarf with pointy ears.

"Stupid pig Bart, come out."

In this world, people with this appearance were called goblins. They were inventors in this world. They were shrewd and creative. Although they were short, their speed wasn't slow.

Alan was stunned. The appearance of this guy had caused a visual impact on him to a certain extent.

Wayne was looking around excitedly, wanting to see who hated that short man as much as he did.

Abraham's gaze was still locked on Lolita. The two magical beasts were working separately.

"Bang..."

Bart smashed his wine glass heavily on the bar table. When he looked back, he saw that familiar green skin. If it wasn't the goblin, Shaman, who else could it be.

The goblin named Shaman was the most creative scientist in the modern era. Bart was not convinced by this title. He believed that his creativity was not inferior to Shaman. Once the news was out, Shaman was the first to fly into a rage.

The conflict between the dwarves and the goblins had a long history. The goblins scolded the dwarves for being low-level workers without creativity, while the dwarves scolded the dwarves for being saboteurs without proper work.

The living habits of the two races were very similar. They even chose to live next door to each other. This was also the reason why the conflict between the two races was getting more serious. Those who did not share the same ideals were destined to either become best friends or rivals.

"Damn Baldy, why are you so haunting? I see you everywhere I go. Aren't you annoying?"

Bart was furious. Alan could see that the conflict between the two of them was unusually deep.

"You're the bald one. Your whole family is bald. You're a coward. You ran away when you lost. You're a coward!"

Shaman's words made everyone notice his bald head again. He did indeed have sparse hair.

He was somewhat bald indeed.

"Pfft..."

Suddenly, a muffled laugh came from the tavern. When they looked again, it was Alan who could not help but laugh.

Shaman looked at Alan. Judging from his expression, he was quite angered by his laughter.

Just as he was about to curse, Bart shouted at him first.

"Baldy, you're the Baldy. And who said that I lost to you? I didn't lose to you. If I had gone up the stage, do you think you would have been the champion?"

Bart was furious when he said this. Shaman had said that the match was the reason why he had left his clan.

Alan looked at his good friend who seemed to be immersed in his memories. He was a little confused, but he did not interrupt. He turned to ask Shaman about Bart.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh just now. I just remembered something very interesting. I didn't mean to laugh at you."

Alan apologized for his behavior just now. Even if Bart was telling the truth, his laughter was indeed very rude.

Shaman looked at the youth squatting in front of him and looked at him with a sincere apology. He believed what Alan said, but his pride did not allow him to easily forgive his behavior just now.

"Hmph..."

Shaman turned his head away proudly and did not look at Alan.

"Hey, you don't want to forgive me?" Alan pretended to be shocked.

"Well, how about I buy you a drink and you tell me the story of Abraham and forgive me?"

Alan looked at Shaman as if he had just thought of a brilliant idea.

"Humph, since you sincerely want to apologize, then I will reluctantly have a drink."

Shaman hadn't even entered the tavern when he smelled the rich aroma of wine. He climbed up the leg of the stool and sat down in front of the bar counter.

The corners of Alan's mouth curled up. He got up and returned to the bar counter. He thought to himself, "I didn't expect this goblin to be so interesting."

After preparing the w0ine, Alan was ready to listen to a story. The next story was about a young dwarf who had gone out of his way.

"The dwarves and goblins have been enemies for generations. The war between our two races has always existed. In the beginning, it was a war that would really kill people. Later, it slowly evolved into the current situation."

Alan asked curiously, "What is the current situation?"

"It's a battle that changed from fist fighting to "brain" fighting." Shaman shrugged and said in a relaxed manner.

Alan compared the personalities and characteristics of the two races that he knew in his previous life with the current situation, and he found that the personalities of the two races were basically the same.

At the beginning, the goblins and the dwarves lived together. The dwarves liked to mine and forge iron, and the goblins liked to research all kinds of strange materials.

Until one day, the two races fell out due to some differences in ideals, and the dwarves continued to follow in the footsteps of the previous generation. Mining and forging, their days were dull and boring.

The goblins were originally a curious species. They did experiments and did all kinds of research.

"Hey, do you know what's going on with that silly boy behind us?"

Shaman pointed at Bart, who was standing behind him in a daze.

Alan shook his head and continued.

"Bart is a different among the dwarves. Although he liked to forge since he was young, the dwarves always forged the same weapons. He felt that it was a waste of time that his own people only knew how to forge according to the methods passed down by their ancestors, because no master blacksmith will excel by using old designs over and over again.

"In Bart's eyes, this is torture. He has been forging the same swords day after day for ten years, and there has never been a weapon that could be compared to the original one."

"Bart always thought that creativity was the prerequisite for the progress of the race. He tried to combine what the goblins and dwarves were good at. But unfortunately, there are many conservative factions in the dwarves. They guard those old-fashioned forging methods, and they don't want to keep up with the times, so the things they forge are getting worse and worse..."

While drinking, Shaman rambled on with his story. He was very satisfied with the wine that Alan had treated him to.

"Later on, he began to resist, but he never sold a single weapon that he created and forged himself

"He began to study all kinds of forging-related things. One day, he heard he would have been kicked out of the clan long ago if he wasn't the child of their clan leader."

At the end of the story, the rebellious young dwarf went to participate in a competition. At the last stage, he met a strong opponent, Shaman.

Bart's family knew that he was participating in the competition and even got to the final. In the end, he was captured by his own people on the day of the competition.

As an opponent, Shaman won without a fight. It was not a glorious victory. Many people even said that Shaman was not as good as Bart. The label of "The smartest inventor of the generation" on his head should also be Bart's.

Shaman was not happy. He had been looking for an opportunity to have a rematch with Bart, but he was unable to do so.

At this moment, Bart returned to the bar counter.

"Bart, I'm sorry, because you haven't said anything. I'm just curious about the reason why you ran away."

Alan apologized first, indicating that he was not trying to pry into his friend's secrets.

"Actually, there's nothing to say. I ran away because of this competition. I only have one more match left, and I can prove to my people that even dwarves can create something new. We are not only stupid, boorish people who keep swinging the hammer."

After Bart finished speaking, Alan fell silent. He knew very well the feeling of not being understood by his family. It was quite frustrating.