"Master Steward, Bit and Deli are back!"
"How's it going? Have you found out where that young man lives?"
"Steward, Bit and Deli reported that the young noble's residential address and identity were not discovered!"
"What's going on?"
Not long after Nalant entered the Forge Castle Palace, in a study at the back of Philly's Tavern, the tavern steward was listening to the report of his subordinates.
When he found nothing, his face immediately showed displeasure.
"Sir, Bit and Deli followed the young noble carefully according to your instructions, but later found that the young noble entered the Forge Castle directly with gold coins."
"Moreover, after entering the Furnace Castle, he rushed directly to the dwarf palace and was warmly welcomed in by the dwarf guards!"
"What...were warmly welcomed into the Forge Castle Palace by the dwarf soldiers?" The steward of Feili's Tavern paused.
Immediately, his face turned solemn and silent.
"Tell Bit and Deli to continue to guard in front of the palace... However, let them remember not to provoke the noble young man, but to find out who the young man is!" After a moment of pause, the steward carefully explained.
"Master Steward, what do you mean?"
"The noble young man who can enter the dwarf palace is definitely not an ordinary noble, so I'm afraid we won't be able to get back the prize money we won!"
As the steward of Philly's Tavern, he naturally knew what being received by the King of the Hill meant.
"Master Steward, that's twenty-five thousand gold coins!" The subordinate was still a little reluctant to part with the five large boxes of golden coins.
"Idiot, if it's just an ordinary noble, forget it. Now we know that that young man is not simple. Let alone 25,000 gold coins, we have to accept even 50,000 gold coins!"
"In addition, if I guess correctly, if the young man can be invited by the dwarf king now, if he doesn't have a very deep background, then there is only one possibility..." The manager of Feili's Tavern cursed his subordinate angrily for this next sentence.
"Master Steward, what's possible!"
"This young man is probably the lord of the Storm Territory!"
"He is Lord Stormlord... Doesn't that mean he is the one who wins today..."
"Do you understand now? No matter what his identity is, we cannot provoke him. Even if it is the latter, we must take the opportunity to win over him..."
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After entering the palace, the guards around Narant were left in the front yard of the palace.
And he himself was taken to the dwarf royal palace.
The moment he entered the palace, Narant immediately felt the burning sensation coming to his face.
When he saw the pool of flaming red magma rolling and rising in the center of the hall, he almost had the urge to turn around and leave.
In the previous life, volcanic eruptions were devastating. Unexpectedly, the dwarf's palace was built directly on top of this magma pool, and it was used as a lava pool to highlight the majesty of the palace.
What makes people even more speechless is that at this moment, there are several dwarf maids impaling several monsters with thick iron rods and roasting them with the high temperature of the lava.
"Your Excellency Nalant, sit down!"
Wanting to go back, but as if he was used to seeing dwarves, Nalant resisted the urge to leave, and was led by the dwarf soldiers to a long table in front of the lava.
The King of the Hill has been waiting for a long time, and Master Moore is here now.
"I've seen the King of the Hill, I've seen Master Moore!"
"Haha, Narant, you're welcome, sit down quickly! I didn't expect that the winner of this brewing competition would be you!" Master Moore also greeted Narant at this time.
"Master Moore, I'm just lucky!" Narant said modestly as he sat down.
"Nalant, you are not lucky. You can compare with the Bach Empire, the Blue Shield Empire and the Orcs, which shows that your Eye of the Storm Spirits is really good enough!"
"In addition, to be able to get unanimous approval from 200 dwarf warriors, something like this has never happened before!" Master Moore said bluntly, not wanting Nalant to be so humble.
Narant could only smile after hearing this.
At this time, a dwarf maid had already placed a roasted intermediate-level monster on the long table, and then gave Nalant, the King of the Hill, and Master Moore a thick animal leg respectively.
The King of the Hill and Master Moore directly lifted the thick beast's leg and began to chew it without using any knives and forks.
"Your Excellency Nalant, you're welcome. Let's have a taste together. Let's discuss while eating!" The King of the Hill and Master Moore saw Nalant's eyes widening and immediately greeted him politely.
Dwarves do not have as many rules as human nobles, so their favorite thing is to eat meat and drink alcohol.
When Narant saw this, he was not polite. He picked up the thin leg that was thicker than his thigh and started to chew it.
While eating and drinking, we also began to discuss future cooperation between the two parties.
In this regard, this is not the first time that the dwarves have cooperated with the human race, so they directly made their own requests.
For example, the dwarves are provided with at least 50,000 pots of Eye of the Storm liquor every month, which is normal.
If there is a special period, such as when the dwarves are fighting and more spirits are needed, Nalant must ensure that he can provide 100,000 bottles of Eye of the Storm spirits at any time every month.
Nalant naturally agreed to such a request.
Then there is the matter of payment.
Dwarves can pay with gold coins or with forged weapons.
The price paid for the weapon will also be reduced based on quality.
For example, the market price of an ordinary mithril long sword is five gold coins per piece, but it only costs two gold coins and fifty silver coins when provided to Nalant.
As for more advanced inscribed weapons, the labor cost will be reduced by half for Nalant depending on the craftsmanship.
Given the two options, Nalant naturally chose to use weapons to pay for the drinks.
Because he had originally planned to become an arms dealer and earn money from the nobles of the Holy Alliance.
When the two parties agreed on the transaction amount and settlement method, the contract was signed immediately.
And Nalant needs to prepare the first batch of Eye of the Storm spirit to be delivered to the Forge Castle in a month.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At that time, Nalant can inform the dwarves of the weapons he needs, and they will deliver the weapons to Nalant within a month.
However, before leaving, Narant made an unkind request.
That is, if you can help yourself make a batch of weapons in advance, and return to your subordinates who are in urgent need of sophisticated weapons and equipment to protect the safety of the Storm Territory.
For this reason, Nalant was willing to give away a thousand pots of Eye of the Storm for free as a thank you afterwards.
After hearing Narant's request, the King of the Hill and Master Moore decided to agree to his request after a short discussion.
This was not only out of trust in Nalant, but also the belief that no race in the Holy Continent would dare to trick the dwarves for tens of thousands of gold coins.
What's more, Nalant's winery is still in the Forge Castle, which is also a golden chicken that lays eggs. Nalant cannot give up this business unless he has a flaw in his head.
After the discussion was completed, Nalant left the palace with his bulging belly, ready to go back and make a list of the weapons he needed to purchase.
At that time, you only need to hand it over to the civil affairs officer of the Forge Castle. The civil affairs officer will ask the dwarf craftsmen to forge the weapons and equipment as quickly as possible, and then hand them over to Nalant.
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"Well, the two tails are still following you?" When he left the palace, Nalant noticed the two tails in Philly's Tavern again.
However, this time the two tails followed further.
Nalant didn't care and returned directly with his subordinates.
Even if you want to hide, you definitely can't, because your tavern is here and your identity will definitely be exposed in the future.
As long as the other party doesn't have other thoughts, that's it.
If he dared to have any bad thoughts, he wouldn't mind ruining the reputation of Philly's Tavern.
"Sir, you are finally back!"
When he returned to the tavern, Mario's eyes immediately lit up when he saw him, and he stepped forward to greet him while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Well, what's going on?"
"Sir, not long after you left, many empires and principalities sent gifts, saying they were congratulating us on the Storm Territory's victory in this competition!" Mario led the way, guiding Nalant.
After entering the store, he immediately pointed at the piles of gifts in the store.
"Well, did they say anything else?"
"Sir, after these people from the empire and the principality sent you gifts, they also sent you an invitation, saying that they wanted to entertain you, but you are not here, so I don't dare to reply casually!"
"Yeah!" Nalant nodded, not surprised.
To be continued...