Vol 2 Chapter 1100: Friends reunited

Drizzt heard Graves' voice.
It was a real surprise—to be honest, without this big smoky gun, Drizzt sometimes felt really uncomfortable all over.
I always feel a lot less fun.
It's just... Judging from what he just said, this fool seems to have some opinions about himself?
Blinking, Drizzt decided to give him a small lesson.
The card flew over and Drizzt disappeared in the same place-the next moment, he appeared behind Graves, and then directly hit his buttocks with a solid foot.
Unguarded Graves was turned on the ground with a pedal, and the cigar in his mouth stuck to his face, burning his stubble.
Drizzt couldn't help but laugh, but he wasn't prepared for Graves to fall on the floor and used his boots to hook his feet-Drizzt also fell immediately, and Graves did not hesitate The ground stepped on Drizzt's hat.
"Drister-you bastard..."
The two guys who hadn’t seen each other for a long time were very non-stop playing, and Rod didn’t care much about it at first-but when he found out that Graves was looking for a gun, Drizzt found a card When playing cards, he had to shoot directly to prevent this meaningless slap.
"Okay, be quiet." Forcibly separate them with the Arcane Force Field. Rod finally put a rest before the matter expanded. "The two of you started to wrestle as soon as you met. The impact was very bad."
Although he didn't get to Rod's wrestling terrier, Drizzt and Graves were decent people after all, so they ended up snorting each other and ended the confrontation, and then the bear hugged for a real meeting as a long-term reunion.
"See you and see you." Rod turned the topic to the business. "Graves, according to you, seems that the construction of the supply station is not smooth?"
"What is not smooth?" Graves re-ignited a cigar and took a hard breath. "It was quite unsmooth. I didn't know how disgusting people were without this plant girl in this ghost place... …"
Plant girl?
Rod was stunned for a moment, and he immediately responded that he should say Zina.
"... Snakes and bugs are everywhere, ghosts know how small a gap can slip into a snake. The main body of this building is marble, but a snake can be drilled in the wall of the window or even the toilet. Many buildings The workers had to resign without even paying, and the Piedmont Guild had warned me several times..."
"Don't you say you want to hire a Bill Jiwater sailor?" Rhode frowned, hearing this. "They should be more comfortable with this environment?"
"You don't know the virtue of the Mariners of Bill Jiwater." Speaking of this, Graves frowned deeper. "That group of are lazy and use my wine to open banquets. The frequency is quite enough. You can get reimbursed for the wine money. Those Demasian spirits have been lost by this group of bastards..."
"It's okay." Rhode didn't care so much about this matter. "Where am I still some Demacia wines-but not spirits, but liqueurs, you probably make up."
"Sweet wine?" Graves widened his eyes in dissatisfaction. "Isn't that the thing for the ladies?"
"It's good if you have one." Rhodes took out several barrels of Demacia liqueur directly from his space backpack. "Love it or not!"
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After appeasing Graves' dissatisfaction, Rod, Drizzt and Graves came to the temporary meeting room and formally discussed the next steps.
"Although the temporary supply station seems to have encountered a little trouble." Rod spread out and hung up the map, and the arcane sign at the supply station was lighted up. "But the overall construction period is also okay. We need to consider now. What's next is how to expand our influence... Graves, how about wine?"
"Hiccup--" Graves lowered the glass in his hand with satisfaction, "Well, really fragrant!"
"Fragrance will focus my attention!" Rhode took a copy of the glass in his hand. "It's already greedy, and I want to continue drinking to solve the problem first!"
"Okay." Graves only shook his head to make himself a little sober. "Actually, we have also made some contacts with local river wanderers according to your requirements."
"what's the result?"
"They are difficult to deal with." Speaking of the big river wanderers, Graves' face hurts. "They only accept short-term employment within three days-more than three days of work, and it is useless to add money."
"Traveller tradition." Drizzt explained, "The Dahe wanderer is a wanderer in this world. He will not leave his tribe for more than three days, and if he exceeds it, he will be completely exiled because they are "stained by outsiders"- —It’s just that nonsense.

"It's almost like this." Graves nodded. "So we hired at least three days of super-short work, and three days to tell the truth...not enough."
"Understood." Rod nodded and gestured for his understanding. "Although they do not resist trading and have contact, they are unwilling to have too much involvement with outsiders-does that mean?"
"Yes." Graves nodded. "They have always been very difficult to speak. Ask questions about their tribes and shut up directly-only after getting drunk can you get something useful."
"After being drunk?" Rod raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. "Why, drinking is useful?"
"Useful, but very difficult." Graves scratched his head. "The ghost knows why this group of guys can drink so much. In order to intoxicate them, the most drinkable sailors here are in battle. I even went out in person~www .EbookFREE.me~ As a result, they got drunk once-and then the wine was a little bit insufficient."
"Great River Travelers are good wine?" Rhode looked at Drizzt beside him. "Is there such a custom?"
"Yes." Drizzt nodded. "Actually, in the trade of the Dahe Travelers, the vast majority of the proceeds have been used to exchange wine-I personally don't like wine, but the wine is in the Dahe Travelers. It’s important, and everyone’s alcohol is good.

"So, Dahe Travellers are never afraid to fight with others?"
"Of course not afraid." Drizzt nodded again. "There are a lot of jokes about big river nomads and wine in Bilgewater-there are even many people who think that big river nomads drink liqueur for two purposes, one is to soothe the throat, the other Mouthwash."
Listening to Drizzt's words, blinking, Rod suddenly felt that he seemed to have found a good way to get close to the river wanderers and have a good relationship with them...
Is the wine?
I happen to have a good drink here.