To be honest, it can be said that Regin had a very good life during this time.
Since coming to Strath town, he can be said to be the most leisurely person.
After all, he is different from Siegfried who needs to be constantly polished. As a blacksmith, he actually has nothing to do.
After recasting the holy sword of Gram, he has nothing to do. In theory, he can just leave without anyone stopping him.
However, he still didn't do it after all. He still remembered that more than a year ago, in the underground furnace of the Jura Mountains, he drank like a madman and loudly told his own story.
After casting the holy sword, he was so happy. This feeling was happier than drinking a few catties of honey wine.
Few people can understand his feelings after the successful reforging, which means that his forging skills have not regressed, and he is happier than he forges any weapons.
why?
Because this is the holy sword Gram, he doesn't care about Hoder's assistance in this kind of thing. Aren't Eitri and Brokkr also two brothers who cooperate?
There are very few blacksmiths who can restore the holy sword. Regin deeply understands this, so when Gram is recast, he will be overwhelmed with joy.
Few people can understand this kind of madness, even the long-famous Ivaldi and his sons can't understand it, because they are the dwarf king and dwarf prince first, and the blacksmith second.
But Regin is different, he has lost too much, now he is just a blacksmith, and that skill is the prerequisite for him to maintain his self-esteem.
Thinking about it now, he felt that he was stupid at that time.
Drinking heavily and talking loudly was a far cry from the cautious lifestyle he had followed since he started wandering.
"Maybe I'm really drunk." He muttered, then raised the cup on the table and gurgled down it into his mouth.
To be honest, until now, he was very surprised by his choice. Instead of leaving directly and continuing to hide his identity, he continued to live with them in such a life that he might die if he didn't pay attention.
But having said that, he had a relatively comfortable life this year.
There is no blacksmith shop or shop here, so he doesn't have to get up early and black every day to do business. What he has to do every day is to sit in a tavern and get drunk, recalling the past like a drunk.
Of course, occasionally someone will come to talk to him, and these people are generally adventurers who are curious about the race of dwarves.
"Tsk." He smacked his lips, "This wine is not exciting!"
His voice was not too low, and such a sentence was directly spread throughout the tavern, but the people around him were no strangers to it, and even the tavern owner ignored him.
After all, he has been here for a while, and he is not an ordinary drunkard. He can always pay one gold coin each time, and then sit in the tavern for a whole day.
A gold coin can already be regarded as a very high income for this frontier tavern, so the boss doesn't care what he does, after all, the dwarf didn't make trouble or anything.
"Drunk, he's drunk." When the dwarf's words caught the attention of the adventurers around him, the boss just said casually.
In fact, he has a taste that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. Of course, the mead in his house is not excellent compared to other places, but the tavern that can't stand him is the only tavern in the small town of Strath.
Because of this uniqueness, generally speaking, those adventurers who want to relax must come to his tavern.
The old dwarf just sat in the corner of the tavern, holding the wine bottle and looking around at the people around him.
He was probably drunk, but maybe he wasn't.
Although his eyes were indeed looking straight ahead, but now, he was not looking at these people in front of him.
His gaze crossed the front and went to more than a year ago.
In this way, the scene of him making loud noises was constantly replaying in front of his eyes, he revealed all his own secrets, and it was still facing two human beings.
But does he regret it?
No, to be honest, Regin didn't have any regrets in his heart.
For him now, it doesn't feel bad to reveal the secrets that have been accumulated in his heart for decades, because when he is drunk, he always feels relieved.
Siegfried is growing up...
As an adoptive father who had never fulfilled his responsibilities, he felt a little happy in his heart when he saw the young man who had only a mediocre temperament gradually grow up.
There was no conflict between this kind of joy and the worry he felt when he learned the prophecy, he was just purely happy.
"Heh heh heh..." He just laughed to himself
However, Regin may have forgotten that his voice tends to be sharp and mean.
His voice gave people a treacherous feeling, and when he laughed, there was an inexplicable sense of sarcasm, which was why most players hated him.
So since the players are like this, so are the adventurers in these taverns.
From their point of view, it was the dwarf who looked like an old drunk who suddenly laughed when he saw them, which felt like a mockery.
What's more, it was a dwarf, a dwarf with a relatively low status in the entire Nine Realms.
So it makes them feel bad...
Among Midgard, the customs of tidying up seldom breed any restrained souls.
If they can come out to take risks with enthusiasm, then they can also fight over small things, such as now...
"what are you laughing at!"
Several adventurers who were still quietly waiting for the boss to serve food stood up at the same time. Although their partners also wanted to hold them back at this time, it seemed that it was useless.
"Forget it, it's nothing, and it doesn't hinder us."
"You can bear it but I can't bear it."
Young people are different from those old-fashioned guys, who generally cannot help their temper.
But at this moment, a figure blocked in front of them.
In terms of height, he was not much taller than them, but the cloak that covered his battle armor looked weather-beaten.
It seems that some comers are not good...
Although these adventurers are irritable, it doesn't mean that they are ignorant of current affairs. After seeing the extremely well-shielded guy, they started to retreat from the bottom of their hearts.
He has a very different temperament, he is different from those who go out purely for the sake of adventure and bragging.
"Let's stop here, that old guy is my acquaintance."
Now that he has said so, these adventurers are certainly not ignorant of current affairs, and they just sat back in their seats quietly.
This man's aura not only frightened the adventurers, but even swept the entire tavern. He just looked around for a week, but no one dared to talk to him, even the tavern owner was silent.
Then, he sat directly in front of the drunk old dwarf.
Maybe at this time, only the old dwarf in front of him can recognize him...
"Stinky boy..." He only looked up at the helmet under the cloak of the other party, and he called out this title, "Finally back?"
"Well, I'm back." He said
Siegfried, come back!