Life in Dwarf City was rather boring.
You couldn't expect the Dwarves to create entertainment venues like those of future humanity. The most common places here were Forge Workshops and taverns.
There were occasionally a few item shops, but they sold various Dwarven specialty tools and equipment, none of which interested Rhode much.
Besides, he wasn't used to the liquor brewed by Dwarves.
Rhode was somewhat averse to wine. After all, the winemaking methods of this era were too terrible to bear looking at. Though the Dwarves also possessed distilling techniques, the alcohol content was far too high.
It was already nearly as strong as the baijiu of later generations.
Few among their group could handle a second cup, not to mention that there was a Dwarf among them who was allergic to alcohol.
Fortunately, there were scattered Monsters around this Dwarf city. With nothing better to do, Rhode and the others went around killing Monsters to strengthen themselves. Before long, they had actually earned the goodwill of the city's Dwarves.
After all, a group of powerful adventurers clearing out the surrounding Monsters for free was bound to make people feel favorably toward them.
Early in the morning, Rhode and his group arrived at a canyon outside Dwarf City.
According to the Dwarves in town, a group of Rock Armor Beasts had made their home here. They possessed hard scales that ordinary weapons could not harm.
Most importantly, they often attacked Dwarves who came here to mine, causing the Dwarves considerable trouble.
Besides Monsters, this world also contained many unusual races.
The Dragon Rhode and the others had previously slain was one of them.
Unlike Monsters, which had nothing useful on them from head to toe, these creatures could yield many valuable materials.
The scales of these Rock Armor Beasts