The Divine Hunter Chapter 43: Meet again in the bathhouse

"Huh-comfortable——"

In the billowing steam, Roy leaned on the edge of the marble bath with his upper body naked, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

The climate of Tanshan is very cold, but there is no shortage of coal and wood for fires, and there is no shortage of water, so the bathhouse is open all night.

Blacksmiths, guards, and mine workers in Carbon Mountain usually take a hot bath after a day's work to wash away dirt and sweat and relieve fatigue.

It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning. It was broad daylight and the bathhouse could accommodate hundreds of people. Apart from Roy, an outsider, there were only a few dwarves who had finished the night shift.

They are wrapped in bath towels, and most of them have bulging bellies, strong arms, and thick black body hair on their chests. If you don't look at their faces, they are somewhat similar to orangutans.

As for Roy, this alien has smooth skin, no hair at all, and his skin color is much paler than the generally dark dwarves.

This caused the few dwarves taking a bath to glance at him from time to time. If he hadn't known that dwarves were all born with "straight men of steel", Roy would probably have run away, but he still subconsciously wrapped his bath towel tightly and raised his eyebrows. ears.

The two dwarves sitting opposite him pointed at him and kept whispering to each other, "Is this child a human? There is no chest hair on the chest, no beautiful beard on the chin, no trace of manliness... Ugly. How many."

He stroked his beard floating on the water quite proudly.

"Aren't human men all hairless chickens? It's impossible for us women to fall in love with them. But brothers cannot take it lightly. They have never stopped coveting dwarf women, and we must not let them succeed!"

"That's enough, show some respect to me! A bunch of idiots, want to go to the prison to get some cold air? He is the distinguished guest of the Great Elder."

……

Roy looked strange when he heard this.

How could he, a human male with normal aesthetics, be interested in a female dwarf with a thick beard and a body as strong as an ox? It would be possible to switch to a sorceress.

"It seems that the rumors are true. Dwarf men have inexplicable persecution paranoia, and they are always worried that their women will be kidnapped by 'evil' aliens. This should be related to their extremely low fertility rate. Dwarf women are also a precious 'resource' to the ancient race in Carbon Mountain."

Thinking wildly, Roy secretly looked at a few dwarves from the corner of his eyes from time to time. It was not easy for him to stare directly at them, as he would be in trouble if he was misunderstood.

The dwarves on the opposite side all have strong buttocks, strong short bodies, elephant legs, powerful shoulders... and a stick in the center that is held up high by a towel. The dwarves are not tall, but they have a lot of capital. Quite strong...

"Who will the deer-headed spirit give the mark to?" He looked at it from the corner of his eye for a few minutes, then shook his head with a look of discomfort on his face, "If I continue to look at it, I will go blind sooner or later. I have to rest for a while."

If appreciating beautiful women is a kind of enjoyment, then facing a group of tall and thick dwarf men in the bathhouse is a kind of spiritual torture.

After soaking for almost an hour, Roy felt a gust of wind coming from the entrance behind him, and the sound of "ta-ta-ta-ta" footsteps could be heard one after another.

The next scene was too much for him to watch.

"Bar...Barnett, you...you stupid ass, why...why are you fat again...if you are fat, sooner or later you will turn into...a pig!"

"Idiot Bernie, he actually provoked the great Shield of Carbon Mountain. Do you dare to have a fair duel!"

"Bold! No matter how stupid Bernie is, only us brothers can scold him. What qualifications do you have? You are looking for death!"

"Clatter" the bath towel slipped off, and the majestic and naked dwarfs on both sides collided into a ball, with their pectoralis major muscles hitting their pectoralis major muscles, their foreheads touching their foreheads, the stick...

"You are the primitive imbecile that Aunt Marge brought back from the bear's den, and you drink blood like hair!"

"The little bean sprouts that came out of the squirrel's anus!"

“The hungry man who goes to the pen every night to spoil the elk!”

"Big idiot!"

"Huh..." Bernie was panting as he cursed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head accidentally, and his pupils shrank into a single line.

"Old...boss...this guy's back...is so...so familiar..."

Hearing the familiar stuttering tone, Roy couldn't help but break out a cold sweat on his forehead. Why was he so unlucky to be blocked in the bathroom?

Suddenly he closed his eyes tightly and quickly dived into the water with his back pressed against the edge of the bathtub.

The footsteps stopped behind him, and he felt the water ripple above his head.

"Pa..." Water splashed everywhere, and a strong body stepped into the bath.

Big Tongue Bernie excitedly pulled him out of the water and stared, "It's...it's you!"

"You got the wrong person, brother."

"Huh...huh..." Bernie's face turned red with excitement and he was speechless.

"Okay, stop teasing Bernie." In a strange tone, Reagan Dahlberg, whose weapon was stolen by Roy, also entered the bathtub with his two brothers.

In an instant, four dwarves surrounded him tightly from front to back, left and right, four pairs of **** and white bull eyes stared at him without blinking, and they kept breathing heavily.

"Barnett, remember your account first, and settle it next time!" the dwarf shouted at the guy who had just been confronting him.

"Be afraid, you weakling!"

“I’m too lazy to care about you!”

……

In fact, the four dwarves who woke up found themselves sleeping in a pile with their companions, mouth to mouth. They were shocked and quickly checked their bodies. What a shame!

They don't care about petty fights with their companions.

"Roy, your name is Roy, right? We treat you as friends. Should we give you an explanation about what happened yesterday?"

The young man forced a smile and changed the subject, "The four of you just performed so bravely. The mob on the other side is no match for you. If you don't run away, you will definitely be scolded and fainted by some of them."

"Hmph! Well...you have some knowledge!"

"Little brother, don't think that just because you are the distinguished guest of the Great Elder, you can do whatever you want." Reagan waved his hand to stop the restless brother.

"About that bottle of wine, it tastes good, but it has special ingredients. Don't worry about it, after all, it is a genuine 50-year-old Mahakam spirit." Reagan licked his tongue, seeming to still be savoring the drink. Taste, "But you must return the crossbow! It was a gift from my eldest brother, and it is of great significance. You can't use it even with your little arms and legs."

"Brother Reagan, I'm sorry that you lost a precious gift, but it's not with me. If you don't believe it, just search it, even in the bedroom."

Reagan was silent.

"Old...Boss, I...can't...swallow this...this breath. ~IndoMTL.com~ Or else put a cap on his head and beat him up!"

Roy's lips moved, wondering whether he should return the weapon. Reagan's words were so meaningful that he felt a little apologetic.

"Little brother, it seems that you are determined to hack my 'darling'." Reagan picked up a handful of hot water and sprinkled it on his furry arms, "Then follow the old rules of Carbon Mountain. ?"

"The old rules of Carbon Mountain?"

"Quent, weapons, wine... Carbon Mountain people are fond of it. If there is a problem that cannot be solved through dialogue, there will be three games." Reagan said, "The best of three games will determine the ownership of the crossbow."

"You mean one-on-one?" Roy changed his attention.

No marks were found on these guys, so they are undoubtedly "innocent", and they have a good relationship with each other. It would be too inefficient for him to stay in the bathhouse alone, so it would be nice to have some helpers.

But when he glanced at the four naked dwarves, he felt a little weak.

"So the thing is indeed on your body." Reagan smiled heartily, "Don't worry, we won't let you fight against four people. Carbon Mountain people don't bother to bully outsiders. We only send one to compete with you in each round, a total of three Wheel."

"If you don't mind, let's start now... a warm bathhouse is suitable for playing cards."

"Bang!" A pair of delicate playing cards was thrown to the marble edge of the bath. Roy smiled with excitement on his face. The other party took the initiative to send it to his door, so there was no need for him to be polite.

"I've never been afraid of anyone in Gwent, so come on!"

Regan and his dwarf brother looked at each other with strange expressions.

"Dulu, go back and get the chessboard right away! Dave, the brothers' reputation depends on you. Think about how you usually win money, this time you won't leave any underwear for him!"