"Whether it is wine or water, will we know what to do after we open it?"

The dwarf chief's anger did not make Lynn care. On the contrary, he just smiled faintly and stretched out his hand to unscrew the lid in front of him.

Just the moment the bottle cap was unscrewed!

The strong smell of alcohol was instantly emitted, and even caused Alu, who did not like wine, to subconsciously take a step back.

Lin Neng seemed to have space equipment on her body, which surprised the elf maid, but she felt it was reasonable.

After all, he has such a powerful teacher, and it is not unimaginable to have space equipment.

But the smell of alcohol... she really couldn't stand it.

It’s not that the elves don’t drink alcohol, but they only drink the kind of fruit wine that is so low that it’s almost no degree. She has never heard of this kind of high-value white wine, let alone seen it!

Can the taste of rinse be considered wine?

But the elf maid's reaction was very big, which did not mean that the dwarves on the side were not aware of the goods.

The strong aroma of wine dissipated, and the dwarf blacksmiths immediately gathered quickly like sharks that smelled blood.

"What kind of wine is this? It looks very strong when you smell it!"

"Give me a taste! Just one!"

The dwarfs are good at wine and are also good at spirits, but in fact, the spirits they drink are only around twenty degrees.

Compared with human wine, this degree is naturally very high, but compared with these 50-degree pure grain soju, they are all younger brothers!

"What are you all quarrels! Look at you! It's so embarrassing! Isn't it just a little wine?"

The dwarves rush to the forefront, just for the clear, but absolutely strong white wine in Lynn's hand.

Then, when the dwarf chief saw this scene, he naturally felt angry that he was not fighting!

You have lost all the faces of the dwarf clan!

It’s just a little bit of a spirit, do you even want to have a shame?

"That... Master Lelic, don't worry about those guys for now. Is this the wine you plan to hire a dwarf blacksmith? As the patriarch of the mountain dwarf tribe, I think I should try the quality of this wine first and see if it is suitable for our salary."

After scolding his tribe members, the dwarf chief turned his head, but his face had turned into a pleasing smile.

He was speaking righteous words, but looking at his cup that he didn't know where he turned out to laugh.

"Okay, since that's the case, you can try it first, Chief Ohmhulk."

It doesn't matter who comes to take this first sip first.

Since this dwarf chief is willing to be a pioneer, then he will come first.

Immediately, I picked up the barrel and poured it into the cup.

This wine glass is not small, and it must be at least one pound up when filled. Considering that the other party was drinking white wine for the first time, Lin En pondered half of it.

It shouldn't be a big problem if you drink half a pound, right?

"I said Mr. Lelic, you are too stingy, are you? You should be full of wine, this is common sense!"

Although Lynn poured half of the wine for the sake of the dwarf chief, it was a pity that the other party did not appreciate it at all, but instead felt that Lynn was too stingy.

The wine tastes so fragrant and must be very delicious. If you don’t take this opportunity to enjoy it, what a thank you?

"Common sense? Sorry, I don't drink often, so I'll fill it up."

What does it mean that if there is a way in heaven, you don’t go, and if there is no way in hell, you break in?

OK!

If you want to kill me, I will let you go!

Keep falling!

A large glass of pure grain soju almost overflowed from the mouth of the cup.

Seeing this scene, the dwarf chief who could not hold back could immediately raise his glass of wine, just like his usual drinking style, every... puff...

Look.

Half of the wine was drunk, a dwarf chief who couldn't help but squirted. Not only did he sprinkle a lot of wine, but his face turned red quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This wine..."

Before the two words were spoken, the dwarf leader felt his throat start to hurt. What was even more terrifying was that a fire-like feeling began to rise from his stomach, making him unable to say a word any more!

"I said to the Omhulk, I reminded you that the wine is very strong, very strong."

"Are you too wasteful to drink half of it and spray half of it?"

The reaction of the dwarf leader was not beyond Linn's expectations at all.

It would be fine if you have a wine of about twenty degrees. Now if you change it to a white wine of fifty degrees, you still dare to drink it as water?

Who will you spray if you don’t?

Be glad!

What I am taking out now is pure grain and sour wine, not a 68-degree boring donkey.

If you are arrogant, be careful that I will pour you ninety-six degrees of water of life!

Do you still dare to be foolish in front of me?

Let's see if you're afraid this time!

"I...I..."

Faced with Lin Neng's complaints, the dwarf tribe with a red face was unable to speak for a long time.

What's wrong with me drinking it?

That's how I usually drink it!

But who knows that you are so drunk!

"Young Master, don't worry about him! He's just a stick! He doesn't know how to drink!"

"I always clamor and say that I can drink the best, but now I'm fine? Is it exposed?"

"Come on, pour it on and let me taste it! If the wine is strong enough, I will do it with you! Don't want anything, just keep the wine full!"

The dwarf leader's reaction was seen by the dwarf blacksmiths.

But not only did they not care about this, they showed a very disdainful expression to their clan leader and complained without mercy.

Of course, the most important thing is the wine in Lynn's hand.

Being able to make the patriarch like that means the wine is indeed very strong.

The dwarves are all a group of drunken guys. Who would be willing to fall behind when they encounter such good things?

Someone even offered a price and directly expressed his willingness to follow Lin En, just for the sake of this fine wine.

By the way, what about your previous reserve?

Didn't you say you were unwilling to work for humans?

All those words were fed to the dog?

"Bah! Just can you work for the young master? I can!"

"Young Master, I am the best blacksmith of our mountain dwarfs. Let me taste your wine. I will follow you when the time comes!"

"Get out of here! Are you the best blacksmith? What is me?"

"Young Master, don't listen to them talking nonsense. I am the best blacksmith. I'm not for this wine. I just see you very much and want to work for you."

Well, these dwarf blacksmiths really don’t even want moral integrity for a sip of wine.

If that's the case...

"Don't worry, I still have this wine, and I guarantee everyone can drink it."

"In addition, the leader of the Ohmhulk made a wrong demonstration just now. This wine still needs to be drunk in small sips to taste the mellowness in it, so everyone can try to drink it slowly."

"In addition, if anyone really wants to follow me, I promise to pay at least ten barrels of such spirits per month as compensation. If you work hard, there will be additional rewards."
Chapter completed!