“A glass of Ale!”
Dorothy sat in front of the magical machinery that was playing with the Hearthstone legend and shouted loudly to the attendant in the tavern.
The attendant carried a large glass of ale and squeezed through the crowd of onlookers and placed it beside Dorothy.
At this moment, Dorothy displayed an astonishing alcohol tolerance. In an instant, she finished all the ale in the cup and placed the wooden cup on the table.
A large group of dwarves and spellcasters stood around Dorothy’s ‘Hearthstone Arcade Machine’. Their eyes were fixed on Dorothy’s every step.
“Phew...”
Dorothy used the alcohol to wake herself up from her drowsiness.
It was midnight now. It had been two hours since Dorothy first came to the Hearthstone Tavern.
Ever since she opened the Golden Legend of the King of Balrog, the entire tavern had entered a state of revelry.
Dorothy did not know what the dwarves were excited about, but her golden legend was quickly sold to another dwarf.
