Inside Furnace Fortress, after the dwarf soldiers and the Hill King personally investigated, the disturbance caused by the earlier beastly roar had already subsided.
In the end, the dwarves guessed that some kind of magic potion capable of attracting Magic Beasts had likely appeared nearby, drawing the Magic Beasts together and stirring them into unrest.
After the incident settled, the dwarves, who had already finished a hard day's work, did not immediately rest. Instead, they hurried out of their smithies and headed to the place where they spent the second most time in their lives besides the forge—the tavern.
At this moment, the taverns were several times livelier than they had been during the day. Whether it was a rundown little tavern or a somewhat luxurious high-end establishment, nearly every seat was occupied. Dwarves crowded around round tables, and many did not even order side dishes before lifting huge wooden mugs more than ten centimeters tall and drinking wildly.
After swallowing a mouthful of strong liquor, the dwarves' distinctive large noses instantly turned red, and utterly blissful expressions spread across their faces.
Creak!
Just then, the tavern door was pushed open once more, and a somewhat young dwarf walked in.
"Yo, isn't that Black Tower? Black Tower, I heard you really made a spectacle of yourself today. Even the Hill King entered your shop!"
"Haha, yeah! I heard he tried to fleece the humans again today, but that human actually knew the Hill King. Haha, Black Tower, did you get punished this time?"
The young dwarf who had entered the tavern was none other than Black Tower. At the sight of him, the dwarves all began jeering.
Black Tower did not have a good reputation among the human caravans. In truth, he also suffered a hint of discrimination among the