The old dwarf opened his arms, ready to welcome the rushing Lilicia into his embrace.
But just as the old dwarf opened his arms, Lilicia came to a sudden halt.
"Ew, Grandpa, why do you always smell of sweat and alcohol? It's unbearable!"
The joy on Lilicia's face disappeared, replaced by full contempt.
"Smelly, really smelly?" The old dwarf's smile froze instantly, and he couldn't help sniffing himself, scratching his head, and said, "There's nothing I can do; this city is built on magma. It's normal to sweat a lot when spending so much time in front of the magic geothermal furnace, right?"
"But you still smell like alcohol, Grandpa." Lilicia remained unchanged in her attitude of disdain, saying, "Didn't Mom and Grandma tell you not to drink? Are you disobeying again?"
"Spare me, Lilicia." The old dwarf adopted a helpless look, contrasting his previous bravado, saying pitiably, "I'm a dwarf, a true dwarf. How can a dwarf not drink?"
