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Chapter 705 Dwarf Relics(1/2)

"Your Excellency, Lord, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Why did you only hire those weak guys like Pei Di and not us? Do you look down on the craftsmanship of our Gray Rock clan?" Hasig came after hearing the news.

Another thing that differentiates mountain dwarves from deep gnomes and myconids is that they are more united, although like the deep gnomes, they are distributed in several villages around the City of Shadows.

But nominally they are a clan - Gray Rock.

Hasig is their common patriarch.

This guy is a typical mountain dwarf character, with a bad mouth, impulsive temper, and a sense of death. He can make people angry and want to kill him in a minute.

But if you can get his approval, he will become the most generous and enthusiastic person again, and you don't have to worry about him stabbing you in the back.

His temperament dictates that he doesn't bother to do this. Even if he stabs someone with a knife, he would hit him head-on with a hammer.

"Isn't the finale all at the end? It's not that I look down on you, on the contrary, it's because I think highly of you that I decided to hire you with a big gift. I had someone send this over from the territory, have a taste." Sean said from

The steel golem took a jar of strong wine in his hand and opened it directly in front of Hasig.

"This is? The legendary spirit? What a unique aroma!" Hasig's eyes widened as he stared at the wine jar in Sean's hand.

Dwarves are addicted to alcohol.

That's famous.

This is what is recorded in all the books that mention dwarves.

Sean also felt this when he visited the mountain dwarf village, because the statue of the forging god they believed in was a hammer in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

But the problem is that in the dwarf villages of the City of Shadows, strong liquor is a legendary drink. Many people have never drank a drop of liquor in their entire lives, only hearing the legends from their ancestors.

No way, mushrooms can't make wine.

After knowing the news, Sean naturally took action based on their preferences.

"Have a taste." Sean didn't say much and threw the opened wine bottle directly to Hasig.

"Be careful." Hasig's eyes almost popped out of his head. He suddenly jumped up to a height taller than himself. He steadily took the wine bottle into his hand, held it in his hand as if he were holding a holy object, put it next to his big nose, and deeply

He took a breath and said, "This is the legendary aroma of wine. I didn't expect that I would be able to smell it in my lifetime. My father's greatest wish during his lifetime was to taste the legendary dwarf ale."

"The dwarf ale you mentioned should be in the beer category. I didn't bring it with me this time. What you have in your hand is strong liquor. It is a high-strength liquor that has been purified repeatedly. It is 75 degrees and can be used as alcohol. It is the first time to drink it. It is recommended that you drink it first.

Just take a sip and it'll be good," Sean reminded.

But he said it was still a little late.

After feeling sad for a moment, Hasig raised his neck very boldly and took a big sip.

"Hiss!" Leituo next to him gasped.

He knew very well what a 75-proof liquor was, and he would definitely drink it once and never forget it.

He was tricked half a year ago. He took a small sip and felt his stomach and intestines burning together. He still remembers it vividly.

This was the first time he had seen someone like Hagus, who drank three liang in one go without any mixing.

"Hiss!" The one who gasped this time was Hagus.

The whole person's eyes are like a toad, bulging outward.

He wanted to spit out the strong drink that he had not yet swallowed, but he was reluctant to part with it. To him, this was like a holy object.

But the part that goes down the intestines and stomach has begun to burn, and it burns wherever it goes.

After only a few seconds, Hagus felt that the intestines and stomach in his stomach were no longer his.

It took four or five seconds for Hagus to swallow all the strong wine in his mouth.

"What a man! Brave!" Sean gave Haggis a thumbs up. No one among the Kentana barbarians dared to drink the original brew so boldly.

"Refreshing, this is the taste of strong liquor...? It is indeed more magical than the legend." Hasig exhaled and said with a bright red face.

Because the wine was too strong, my tongue was obviously numb and I couldn't pronounce words clearly.

Although Hasig has never touched alcohol in his life, he fell in love with the burning smell just after the first sip. No, he already liked it from the moment he smelled the fragrance. The muscles around him seemed to

They were all cheering for joy, injecting a new kind of vitality, and their minds seemed to be spinning faster than usual.

It seems that the dwarves' addiction to alcohol has been engraved in their bodies as a gene.

"Go, go, go, I want to tell the whole clan this good news. The lord has brought us the legendary drink." Hasig couldn't wait to drag Sean inside, and his tongue seemed to get used to it a little.

, couldn't help but pointed the wine bottle at his mouth again.

This time I learned to be smart and didn't dare to drink too much. I took a small sip and let out a sigh of contentment.

He looked like an old alcoholic who had been drinking for many years. It was completely unimaginable that he had not tasted the taste of wine a minute ago.

"Good news, good news, the lord from outside has brought strong liquor, the legendary strong liquor, and invites everyone to taste it together. Everyone gathers in the square."

"The amount of liquor is limited. If you go late, it will be gone. Come on, go on."

"What a unique smell. Could this be the smell of the legendary liquor? You can smell it from such a distance. Come on, hurry up and have a look."

Sean far underestimated the temptation of strong liquor to the mountain dwarves. With the beating of gongs and drums, the underground square of the small dwarf village was soon filled with people. After hearing the news, there were no less than two to three hundred mountain dwarves, and there were

More people are on the way.

When talking about spirits, they will inevitably use sacred words.

Looking at the strong liquor is like making a pilgrimage.

Especially when drinking strong liquor, it is like drinking holy food.

Sean couldn't help but wonder, what they airlifted this time was not an ordinary brew? It was some kind of legendary drink?

But if you think about it, it's not surprising that the mountain dwarves would be in this situation.

If before they migrated here, they had plenty of wine and the wine culture was very popular. After they moved here, the old people kept talking about it in the ears of the young people, which would inevitably make them yearn for it. Over time, it would naturally be sanctified by the legend.

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Because so many mountain dwarves came after hearing the news, not everyone could even take a sip of the wine Sean brought.

Fortunately, he has rich experience in dealing with these races who are good at drinking. He did not transport unpalatable ales and low-alcohol spirits. The steel golem carried only this high-quality original brew.

While making several pots of mushroom soup, he used magic to condense several buckets of water into ice and blended it on the spot.

All adult male mountain dwarves were given a glass of hard liquor on the rocks.

The female mountain dwarves and children were given a bowl of strong mushroom soup.

Needless to say, the spirit with ice, the perfect blend of ice and fire, conquered the male mountain dwarves on the spot. Many of them even burst into tears with excitement, shouting that they had no regrets in this life, finally being able to taste the legendary spirit.

, even if you return to the embrace of the God of Forging, you will not be ashamed to face your dwarf ancestors.

The strong wine mushroom soup is an out-and-out dark dish created by Sean. Based on the principle that it is always better than mixing water on the spot, unexpectedly, it was very appetizing to those mountain dwarf women, children and children, and everyone drank it with praise.

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Later, when Sean learned more about the history of the mountain dwarves, he realized that this method was not considered a dark cuisine among the dwarves. In the years when wine was relatively plentiful, when those mountain dwarf women cooked meals, they only needed to bring soup.

, there will inevitably be a lot of spirits added as condiments.

It’s not unusual to sometimes use low-alcohol wine instead of water.

Strong wine mushroom soup is just a normal dwarven dish.

Seeing the satisfied expressions on their faces while drinking the mushroom soup, even Lei Zhe looked curious and couldn't help but said, "Can you give me a bowl too?"

Without saying a word, Sean brought Lei Zhe a large bowl of soup and asked expectantly: "How does it taste?"

Because he is also very curious, but he is limited by the energy clone and cannot taste it in person.

"(⊙o⊙)..." After one mouthful, Lei Zhe's face immediately wrinkled into a ball. The look similar to Hasg's, who wanted to vomit but didn't dare to vomit, reappeared on his body. It took him a few seconds to do so.

After swallowing it, he quickly turned around and took a sip of water before replying, "The taste is quite unique. I have never tasted such a unique taste."

His expression and tone perfectly answered Sean's question.

This is still a dark dish, suitable for the appetite of the mountain dwarves, but not for others.

If the mountain dwarves have enough alcohol, it can also be attributed to their living habits.

This situation can only be attributed to the fact that their taste buds and gastrointestinal structures are different from ordinary people.

"You have to drink it up after you take it. They are still watching! They are the best blacksmiths here. All the metal products from the Mage Tower have to fall on them." Sean's smile was obviously mischievous.

ingredients.

Curiosity often comes at a price.

It is painful to pay the price to oneself, but it is a pleasure to pay the price to others.

Lei Zhe lowered his head and saw that, as expected, many mountain dwarves who had already finished their share of ice-filled liquor and mushroom soup were looking at him eagerly. He couldn't tell whether they were urging him to drink faster or just for the sake of it.

The bowl of strong mushroom soup in his hand.

Lei Zhe knew that if he poured out this bowl of strong mushroom soup in front of these mountain dwarves, even if he was not killed, his reputation among these people would fall to the bottom. He wanted to win their respect again in the future.

Having a good impression will be difficult and will naturally affect future work arrangements.

He deliberately gave away the strong mushroom soup, but he didn't know whether their living customs would see it as a rude move. After all, he had just taken a sip from the bowl.

If you extend your head, it will be a knife. If you shrink your head, it will be a knife. Let's have a good time.
To be continued...
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