"Four Concealed Pungs! Who else can do that?!"
Frost Axe downed an entire bottle of strong liquor, then aggressively pushed all the Mahjong tiles before him down onto the table.
Seeing Frost Axe's concealed hand... the expressions of the three Dwarves seated around him stiffened considerably.
Mahjong was a game the Hearthstone tavern had introduced recently, and this kind of gambling game was immensely popular among Dwarves.
Unlike Hearthstone, where one could only face a single opponent at a time, Mahjong expanded the number of opponents to three.
So whenever Frost Axe came to the Hearthstone tavern, he occasionally played a few rounds.
"Well... according to our agreement, old friend, that vein of yours belongs to me now, doesn't it?"
Frost Axe rested an arm on the table and looked at the Dwarf before him.
There were three major Dwarf clans living beneath Nolan. Disputes over mineral veins between the clans never ceased, but recently, conflicts involving axes had been replaced with conflicts involving Hearthstone and Mahjong.
"That... vein doesn't have much in it anyway. You can have it! B-But we have to play another round!"
Frost Axe's old friend had also downed several bottles of strong liquor and was thoroughly fired up. The younger Dwarves nearby began egging them on around the Mahjong table as well.
"Frost Axe!"
Just as Frost Axe laughed heartily while rubbing the Mahjong tiles on the table, the Black-robed One visited the Hearthstone tavern.
"Don't bother me right now." Frost Axe impatiently shrugged off the Black-robed One's hand.
"I have a business deal to discuss with you."
The Black-robed One raised his voice. The Dwarves gathered around the Mahjong table were simply too noisy.
"What business? Can it earn more than me winning a Four Concealed Pungs?" Frost Axe said.
Dwarves were undoubtedly among