"Then I hope you won't sell me off at that time either," Laine joked, raising his glass.
"I definitely won't, I swear by the name of the Eight Peaks Mountain!" Belgar said anxiously after hearing Laine's words, "Brother Laine, you must not break your oath!"
"I won't break my oath, and I hope my dwarf friends also won't break the alliance oath," Laine extended his fist, "We need to respect each other."
"Hey, I like you that way," Belgar said with some effort, extending his fist to bump with Laine's. The King of the Eight Peaks Mountain downed his beer in one go and then arrogantly gestured to the nearby server to refill his drink.
The little maid Amelia standing behind Belgar immediately stepped forward to help refill his beer. With winter setting in, the little maid was dressed in a thick maid's dress, covered with a fox fur coat. The lovely Amelia smiled sweetly, and Belgar rarely offered a thank you.
