Chapter 6 Occupying Both Heart and Soul (Thank you for your support on Dashen Zhiguang)

Without a doubt, the dwarves harbored no goodwill toward him because of the death of the groom, Pombo. However, it was clear that this fellow was well-mannered; he simply turned his head away, expressing his contempt with silence.

Fang Senyan ignored him, took out his "Endless Vodka" and took a half-mouthful. The rich aroma of the wine immediately made the little Gimli swallow a large mouthful of saliva.

Fang Senyan simply handed over the wine pot... Faced with such a strong temptation, little Gimli completely succumbed and reached out his hand, just like most readers who see this sentence would double-click without resistance when they see a seed of Tazawa Lola...

The rest was much easier.

Soon, Fang Senyan learned that little Gimli was only one hundred and thirty-one years old.

Yes, he was indeed only one hundred and thirty-one years old.

Because the average lifespan of a dwarf is eight hundred years... Little Gimli is to dwarves as a thirteen or fourteen-year-old is to humans, right in the rebellious period of adolescence. So his uncle entrusted Mr. Wright to give his nephew something to do, to help shape his adolescent outlook on life and values, and not let his nephew become a shut-in watching adult films at home—

This was the reason why little Gimli appeared in the caravan.

Then, although the dwarves have never had a good relationship with the elves, they pay attention to each other precisely because their relationship is not good—the relationship between China and Japan has always been bad, so the vast number of post-80s and post-90s generations pay so much attention to Japanese women, and their enthusiasm is so strong, which can be sufficiently proved by the teacher Cang—Fang Senyan got the information he wanted to know—

The news of the festival.

The name of the festival is: Return Ceremony.

Rivendell is known as "the last refuge of the elves east of the sea." Where else can the elves there return to?

Naturally, it is the sacred place of all elves: the Undying Lands. It is said to be in another dimension on the vast sea, a paradise that everyone envies (in "The Lord of the Rings," Frodo and the elves took a boat to the Undying Lands at the end).

Why didn't these guys leave sooner or later? Because only the Dawn Elves know the way back to the Undying Lands, and a Dawn Elf who recently appeared in Rivendell has also completed her cultivation and recalled the method of returning to the Undying Lands... After the festival, all the Rivendell elves will set off immediately.

When Fang Senyan heard this, his eyes went dark, and he had a feeling of lifting a stone to drop it on his own foot. He immediately understood why Space would give him the opportunity to exchange merit points for entering Mr. Wright's caravan.

Obviously, after the Mist Song girl who was promoted to Dawn Elf was "popo'ed" by himself, she would most likely be seen by those elders and the like. According to her naturally dumb personality, she would definitely confess everything she was asked. Then, for the elves, he was undoubtedly a sinner who might abduct the Dawn Elf!

Well, the elves' punishment for sinners is usually to shoot them directly on the wall, oh no, on the tree.

Fang Senyan didn't know why, but suddenly he thought of the ending of someone being shot on the wall in the movie "Hero," and couldn't help but shudder...

Therefore, wanting to enter Rivendell amid the fluttering flowers and ribbons... Well, that was just a fantasy.

Fang Senyan sighed, found Reef, and told him about the situation he had learned. Reef immediately smiled bitterly:

"Boss, let's not go to Rivendell, anyway, the main mission didn't say that we have to go there."

Fang Senyan grunted and said:

"No way."

Reef earnestly advised:

"Are you still harboring the idea of abducting Mist Song? That's impossible. She had just come out to complete her coming-of-age ceremony. To put it bluntly, she was like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, who was dizzied by your few words. Maybe you could occupy the little girl's heart at the time, but after two years of cooling down, she has long been rational."

Fang Senyan said fiercely:

"That's why I occupied both her heart and ** at the time!"

Reef was immediately stunned, with an expression of envy, jealousy, and hatred combined. In fact, Fang Senyan had never taken the one-night stand with the Mist Song girl everywhere to talk about. Doing this kind of thing always had a sense of guilt of abducting a minor. At this time, he was forced to say it. After a while, Reef suddenly said with malicious intent:

"Hey, it seems that your relationship with Zi is also abnormal. What do you think her reaction will be when she hears what you just said?"

Fang Senyan's head immediately became bigger when he heard this. Fortunately, at this time, the dwarven teenager, little Gimli, came over. Fang Senyan looked at his eager and expectant eyes and knew what he wanted to do. After calculating the time, he took out the endless vodka pot and poured him a glass.

Little Gimli licked it bit by bit with tearful eyes. The reason why the plot characters think the endless vodka is delicious is because of its special attribute of restoring health points, which is equivalent to life force being contained in the wine. Of course, the taste is excellent.

After the dwarven teenager emptied the endless vodka again, he didn't seem to intend to leave. Suddenly, he said in a muffled voice:

"Our Uncle Shantoff just said you were bragging!"

Fang Senyan's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Where was I bragging?"

The dwarf looked at Fang Senyan with a simple, expectant, and questioning look:

"Those brandies, whiskeys, vodkas, champagnes, sparkling wines, and raw pulp you mentioned... There are no such names on the entire Middle-earth Continent!"

Fang Senyan said disdainfully:

"Which one is your Uncle Shantoff? Hmm? The one with the band around his head? At first glance, this guy is a Puritan. In this life, he has never touched any other alcoholic beverages except for ale and wine."

The dwarven teenager said angrily:

"You are not allowed to call our Uncle Shantoff that. He is the most knowledgeable person in the caravan."

Fang Senyan shrugged:

"Did I say anything wrong? Little brat, what if I can prove that what I said is true?"

The dwarf's simple brain was a little overwhelmed, so he simply kicked the question back, with a bit of the demeanor of him wielding his heavy giant club and smashing people's heads fiercely.

"Whatever you say."

Fang Senyan was very satisfied with this answer. He immediately equipped the title of "Wine Tasting Master" and shrugged at the dumbfounded dwarven teenager:

"This is the Founding God's reward for me wandering around and tasting fine wines. You wouldn't think this is fake, would you? Also, my name is Sailor. You should have heard of me, right?"

Little Gimli immediately shook his head in shame and despair, then nodded again. Fang Senyan searched in the team warehouse and took out a bottle of ordinary rum from the Caribbean Sea world in the corner, pulled out the cork and handed it to him:

"So, little Gimli, now you know a truth, external words may be false, only the fine wine that is drunk into the stomach will not deceive people."

"Oh! I like that sentence of yours!" The dwarf boy gulped down a mouthful of rum, feeling the experience brought to him by this strong wine, and said excitedly: "Yes, fine wine will not deceive people!"

Fang Senyan's eyes flashed:

"So, you will definitely help me and my friends enter Rivendell."

"Of course!" Little Gimli wiped his beard, burped, and said:

"Although Uncle Wright cannot accept you, my father and many famous merchants on the mainland have dealings! They like the high-quality weapons forged by our dwarf clan. Now there are at least a dozen caravans outside Rivendell. My friend, your wish can be easily realized."

At this time, Fang Senyan noticed that those contractors who had saved the members of the Wright Caravan (this is a general term and does not refer to a tier, if it refers to a tier, it will be specified as a Tier 1 Contractor) were all taking action and were very active. It seemed that they had received a mission from the Wright Caravan, and it was estimated that the Wright Caravan and the main mission would also have a certain connection.

However, Fang Senyan's mind was not on the main mission.

After walking for about half an hour, the caravan began to rest on a hilltop ahead. Here, you can already see the beautiful scenery of Rivendell from a distance. The heavily dangerous valley is particularly beautiful under the cover of green shade and white stones. Next, the caravan will travel through dense forests and valleys, and there will be no place to rest.

Fang Senyan was looking at Rivendell from afar when he saw a contractor walking over and talking to Reef. Reef didn't seem to say anything, just kept responding with a shake of his head. After Fang Senyan walked over, he saw that the contractor's face was a little ugly, and then he said:

"Since you repeatedly reject our goodwill, then we will not force it, but I heard that you just burst out a silver plot staff?"

Fang Senyan interjected:

"So what?"

The contractor said with a fake smile:

"It just so happens that someone in our team is missing a suitable staff, so I would like to ask you two to sell this staff to us."

Fang Senyan smiled and said:

"Sell? No problem, as long as you can afford the price."

The contractor said:

"Five thousand universal points, it's quite considerable, right? I guarantee you will make a steady profit without losing money."

Fang Senyan laughed and said a word very simply:

"Get lost!"

The contractor's face suddenly turned liver-colored, and he said in a gloomy tone:

"Very good, very good, even if you beg me to buy it now, we won't buy it."

At this time, seeing that the movement here was relatively loud, four contractors also began to approach, and the person who came to lobby just now vaguely presented a ring to surround Fang Senyan and Reef, and Ilena, who was originally the team leader, was also among them, looking over with a mocking look.