He ordered the old wolf to find an oil barrel and then turned around and sat down on the rocking chair. At the same time, he glanced over at the red-skinned boy holding a palm fan: "You are really..." "I am a bona fide Changtangian. If Lord Durin doesn't believe me, you can inquire around this garrison city."
The red-skinned boy spoke with an authentic Chang Tang accent, which made Durin even more curious: "Then your ancestors…" "My ancestors were from Qiantang. My great-grandfather came south to develop the New South. That's why they came to Daliang City, and now, here I am…" The boy hesitated before continuing.
"What is it?" Durin tilted his head curiously, thinking that if this boy dared to say his family had declined, it would be perfect.
· Hey, you old geezer, you still can't forget that game, can you?
Nonsense, it was a remastered game discovered in the Stasis Field long ago, the same Dark Dungeon that won countless honors back in the day.
