Snowflake waterfalls in town, unicorn tavern.

On the 31st of the year-end month, the last day of the year, business was as thriving as any night before.

For everyone in Waterfall Town, in the cold winter, it is extremely happy to have wine, meat, firewood, and a place to shelter from the wind and snow.

In the tavern, the candle shadows flickered, the lights were bright, and the blue flames of the fireplace were beating and beating, as warm as spring.

The entire space of the tavern was filled with wine tables, stools and drunkards, who were talking, laughing, crying and making trouble.

The half-elf boss stood by the counter with a smile, pouring a glass of wine for the guests from time to time, and gestured for the attendant to deliver it.

The young guy flexibly shuttled through the crowd, greeting guests and delivering food and drinks.

A handsome and beautiful elf man elegantly strummed the harp in his arms in the corner of the tavern, sang moving songs, and from time to time met the half-elf boss in the counter, both of them showed a hint of understanding at the same time. Smile.

"Whoo~"

Suddenly, the fluffy animal skin door curtain was ruthlessly pulled open, the cold wind and goose feather snow like a wild horse, rowing like a wild beast, instantly covered the door of the warm spring hall with snowflakes. .

The smiling half-elf boss was blown over his thin body by the icy cold wind, he couldn't help shivering, immediately frowned, and said impatiently: "Damn, who doesn't have eyes, hurry in and pull the curtains. superior."

The whistling cold wind stopped abruptly, and the snowflakes scattered all over the ground also turned into a pool of water stains at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A half-elf dressed in a thin linen cloth with messy long hair stepped on the water stains, splashing water, and walked to the counter.

"Damn it, a rare visitor came today, how did you end up like this, Thorne..." The half-elf boss noticed the half-elf man shaking off the snowflakes all over his body, and exclaimed in surprise after seeing his face.

"Do you think I, a short-sighted guest, is so embarrassed and insulting your tavern?"

Thorne leaned against the counter and responded casually, then glanced at the noisy alcoholics who made their eardrums hurt, and the strange smell of the aggravated body odor mixed with the wine under the fire. I couldn't help frowning.

Obviously, the half-elf ranger didn't like such an occasion.

"Look at what you said, it's not like you don't know what kind of people come in and out of my small place." The half-elf boss sneered and asked while pouring his drink: "What's the matter? Tell me you're here for a drink. That way, I'd rather believe that the waterfalls uptown will flow backwards."

"I haven't been back to Waterfall for more than a month, so I want to find out what's going on recently." Thorne explained his purpose.

"You've found the right person." The half-elf boss looked shocked, put down the wine bottle, motioned for the young man who ran the hall to come and serve the wine, then cleared his throat and said, "The Town of Horn and the Town of Waterfall have formed an alliance... "

"I know this, say something else." Thorne leaned against the counter and reached out to interrupt the half-elf boss.

"Nothing else has happened. It's nothing more than the fierce taboo research. It is actually a ruin a hundred years ago. A group of gnolls who came down from the Great Sword Mark Mountains were wiped out, and then the hobgoblins of the Serene Forest. The group blocked the trade route leading to Sept City." The half-elf boss said while thinking.

"That's nothing important, but why are you so lively here, and the lights are so colorful." Thorne looked around carefully and asked curiously.

"Don't you know what day is today?" The half-elf boss was stunned for a moment, and said in a spit-out tone.

"What day?" Thorne was confused.

"Today is the 31st day of the end of the year, which is December 31st, the last day of the year of struggling to survive." The half-elf boss gave the Ranger an angry look and said.

"In other words, it's New Year's Eve..." Thorne was silent for a moment, looking at the roof with godless eyes, and muttering to himself.

"Then do you have any celebrations here today?" After a long time, Thorne turned around and said with a smile.

"I almost forgot." As soon as Thorne's voice fell, the half-elf boss slapped his head suddenly, as if remembering something, and then dropped a sentence at Thorne: "There was a wonderful game today."

After speaking, he walked out of the counter, ran to the nearest table, chased the two drunkards away, then stood on the table and announced loudly, "Everyone, be quiet!"

"That's great, the game is finally about to start, so what are you waiting for, hurry up and announce, I haven't had a drink for a day." A savage-looking barbarian got up and said impatiently.

"That's right! Hurry up, don't linger." Many people followed suit with a dissatisfied tone.

"First of all, as the first Brewmaster Contest held by the Unicorn Tavern, I want to announce the rules to you." The half-elf boss motioned for everyone to stop, and then said loudly.

"Article 1 of the Brewmaster Contest: All guests can sign up voluntarily, except dwarves."

"boom!"

"Fuck, why, I accuse you of racism, the dwarves eat your rice, but still drink your water." A grumpy mountain dwarf jumped up and slapped abruptly table, growled.

"I protest too! The owner of the unicorn tavern engages in racial discrimination. Among the laws and regulations formulated by Pushang Town, the first article is to oppose racial discrimination! Such people will be kicked out of Pushang Town, and they will never be allowed to step halfway into the town. Step!" A relatively gentle golden dwarf player stood up and retorted righteously.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Protest! Protest! Protest!" Suddenly, more than a dozen dwarf players in the tavern knocked on the table with their wine glasses and roared.

"You young people, don't be so irritable, wait until I finish." The half-elf boss shrugged helplessly and continued: "The reason for this restriction is mainly because no one can drink dwarves. Everyone should understand, so we need to understand each other.”

Noticing the dwarf players who were about to go berserk, the half-elf boss hurriedly continued: "In order to show respect and to prove that I did not engage in racism, tonight, any dwarf who steps into the tavern can get a glass of dragon bite bitter wine, Interesting enough."

"It turned out to be the dragon bite bitter wine!" All the dwarves heard the words, their eyes lit up, and they all sat down in the chairs honestly, and stopped making trouble.

"Article 2 of the Brewmaster Contest: All applicants must drink the water of dwarves' madness. Any drink that has been drunk before cannot be used as a capital to compete for the championship. Only those who drink it in public will count. The conditions for victory are very simple: the last standing People are champions!"

"Fuck, it turned out to be the water of dwarves' madness. I heard that this kind of spirit will ignite as long as it is exposed to the sun. This is more than a fart. If you don't participate, the free drinks are not so delicious." Celebrity players scolded and quit the group chat.

"Bullshit ignited, I tried it with a magnifying glass long ago. Don't you know that dwarves like to brag? I like this clear spirit the most." A barbarian's eyes lit up and he made an eager expression .

"Article 3 of the Brewmaster Contest: If you want to cheat, you can try it and see if you can hide it from my eyes.

However, let me state in advance that if any fraud is discovered, the cheater will be showered with a bucket of cold water from head to toe, thrown out of the pub, and let him welcome the new year in the cold wind.

Rule 4 of the Brewmaster Contest: The top three will not only get the prize money, but also my personal collection. Well, that's all, wait until eight o'clock in the evening, the Brewmaster Competition officially begins! "

After the half-elf boss finished speaking, he jumped off the table flexibly. When he looked in the direction of the counter, he found that the half-elf ranger leaning against the counter had already left, leaving only the snow drifting from the door. keep melting.