only god

Chapter 488

Bellvan had a hasty wedding, in fact, because of his lack of interest throughout the process, he didn't put up with it as hard as the other guests, and soon let the prostitute finish the job.

Bellevin urged her:
"Hurry up, take me to see the witch."

The prostitute just received one silver coin, which was equivalent to her usual one-night income, and Belvan finished the work quickly, so she was simply a perfect customer, so she did not neglect, while thanking the craftsman god Herris, she graciously Lead Belvan to the alley beside the temple.

The alley was very dark, and there was a complex rancid smell everywhere. There were men and women lying on both sides, as well as unknown secretions and vomit. Belvan frowned, resisting the urge to retch.

The prostitute turned left and right in the alley with ease, and Belvan almost missed a few times. As he walked into the depths of the alley, Belvan felt a little panic, and he couldn't help worrying whether the prostitute did it on purpose Lead yourself into a dangerous place, and then suddenly five or six rogue wanderers pop out, taking all your belongings away before giving up.

Fortunately, as the prostitute's footsteps gradually slowed down, they came to a narrow door. After the prostitute knocked on the door regularly, an ordinary-looking female dwarf with a beard walked in. He came out and looked Belvan up and down.

"Why did you bring the guests here? I don't pick up the guests."

The female dwarf cursed a little, her voice sounded as high as a bat.

"Hey, Saren, this guest is not here to mess with you, he is here to ask you for divination."

The prostitute said cautiously, and pushed Belvan next to her.

The female dwarf named Saron looked up and down Belvan curiously, and couldn't help muttering:

"A fortune teller? It's really strange. Look at his clothes, it looks like it was made by humans. This kind of big man will come to me for a fortune teller? I'm afraid in his eyes, I am a savage!"

Belvan was a little surprised by her eyesight. Since she was a scholar serving the royal family, many of the clothes she usually used were made by humans, but Saren could see through the craftsmanship of the clothes at a glance.

Saron pointed at Belvan, raised his eyebrows, and continued:

"Tell me, what do you want me to do divination. As you can see, I have a beard, so I don't do weddings like her. I only make a living here by selling herbs and divination."

Of course Belvan noticed the beard on Saron's face.

The difference between dwarves and races such as humans, three-eyed apes, elves, etc. is that both men and women have beards on their faces.

This point is reflected in the myth of the dwarves. According to legend, when Heris, the god of mountains and craftsmen, created the dwarves, he created two men. Since the two men are both male, they dislike each other. This formed a grudge, and even secretly harmed the other party.

The giant, the assistant of the dwarves, found out about this situation and reported it to Heris. Seeing this, the great Herries asked two men to forge a spear and a shield respectively. If the man with the spear pierces through If the shield is broken, the shield bearer will become a woman, and vice versa, if the shield bearer breaks the spear, the spear bearer will become a woman.

In the end, because the man who forged the spear was too lazy, he took a day off at the last moment of forging, so the spear was broken by the shield instead, and the man holding the spear was turned into a woman. Since she was originally a man, So he left a beard, and all the female dwarves in the future will also grow beards.

The myth of the dwarves is so vulgar, exuding a savage atmosphere, but also so dramatic that it is widely spread in the kingdom of the dwarves, deeply condensing this race that is keen on forging.

And because humans and three-eyed apes have traded with dwarves all year round, their culture has also affected this race in every way, especially the upper clans, those female dwarves who originally had beards have shaved their beards. , and the prostitutes are the same, in order to attract more customers.

Saron brought Belvan to her house, she pulled out the chair and let him sit down, the creaking sound made Belvan worry that the chair would collapse at any time, the room was extremely narrow, with the dim light Seeing the peeling wall and the thick spider web, Belfan put his hand on the table in front of him, and suddenly felt a strange feeling on the back of his hand. Looking down, it turned out that a jumping spider had climbed onto the back of his hand, and the latter He raised his head with big eyes and looked at this unexpected visitor curiously.

"Tell me, what do you want to divination?"

Saron asked with a yawn.

"To be precise, I want to interpret dreams."

Belvan replied, shaking off the jumping spider in his hand.

"Oh, so what dream did you have? Describe it."

Sarah asked.

Belvan took a deep breath, and quickly recounted the nightmare he had last night. At first, the witch didn't care much about it, but as Belvan talked more and emphasized that he had been having nightmares these days, Saron's expression began to become tense. She sometimes stared at Belvan, and sometimes moved her gaze to another place on the table. After Belvan finished speaking, the sorceress asked him to repeat it.

Therefore, Belvan repeated what he said just now.

"You... what do you think?"

Belvan asked aloud, the sorcerer's reaction made him a little embarrassed at the moment.

Could it be that I am really.
Saren frowned, as if she had never been involved in such a tricky thing before.

"I think this is like a curse from the gods. You seem to have offended some god without knowing it."

Belvan was taken aback, which was very similar to what Mulla said, but soon he regained his composure, and stared at Saren angrily.

"What is the curse of the gods, what gods are offended, you witches are like this, you have to exaggerate the danger to force people to pay you."

After being scolded so badly, Sa Lun didn't show any dissatisfaction. Instead, she took the initiative to say:

"Your situation is really special, it's really special, I rarely see such a person, let me do a divination for you."

Hearing this, Belvan suppressed his anger and nodded.

And Saron stood up slowly and put her hand on the table. Belvan noticed that the jumping spider had crawled onto her arm.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Saron staring straight at Belvan for almost a quarter of an hour, and then said slowly:

"You are a born evil star."

(End of this chapter)