"There will definitely be orders, after all, we are the most important partner!"
Sean smiled and said to the dwarf blacksmith Bach Bronze Hammer: "But this time I asked you to come here not because of the order, but for more important things."
"Something more important?"
The dwarf blacksmith looked unbelieving: "For our blacksmith shop, nothing is more important than orders, orders are our lives!"
"Don't believe it, this matter is indeed more important than the order." Sean continued with a smile: "Do you still remember when we discussed 'Dwarf Spirits'?"
The dwarf blacksmith tilted his head and thought for a while, then scratched his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Highness Sean, I can't remember clearly."
After all, it has been more than half a month since Sean visited the blacksmith shop. "The history of dwarf spirits" is not an important matter. The dwarf blacksmith has long forgotten it.
Sean waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember. You said you drank 'dwarf liquor' at the blacksmith shop, right?"
"certainly!"
Bach Tonghammer stroked his fiery red beard and said with a smile: "The last time I drank strong liquor was more than a hundred years ago, when I was only an eighty-seven-year-old child.
I can still clearly remember the taste of the liquor!
The taste of the spirit is similar to that of ordinary ale, but the taste is very hot. Drinking it not only has great stamina but also warms the body. It is much stronger than ordinary ale!
Just like the ale sold in the city tavern, I can’t drink enough to get drunk until I’m full.”
After the dwarf blacksmith finished speaking, he focused his eyes on the wine barrel in front of Sean: "Could it be that, Your Highness Sean, you obtained strong liquor in the ruins and want me to identify it?"
Dwarf blacksmiths are not surprised by the appearance of spirits. Although "dwarf spirits" have been lost, some can still be found in many ancient ruins.
It's just that more than a hundred years have passed, and all these "dwarf spirits" have become sour and smelly, and have no value.
Some nostalgic old dwarves like to collect the spirits produced in these ruins, and each barrel only costs 1-2 gold coins. Therefore, the dwarf blacksmith is not too interested in the wine barrel in front of Sean.
Sean did not explain, but said: "I invited you here this time because I want you to identify whether this barrel of wine is similar to the 'dwarf spirit' in your impression."
As Sean spoke, he winked at Windsor who was standing next to him.
Windsor understood and picked up the strong drink and handed it to the dwarf blacksmith.
"No problem, leave it to me!"
The dwarf blacksmith patted his chest and took the barrel from Windsor's hand.
He had also helped the mercenaries and adventurers of Jon City identify the "dwarf spirits" found in the ruins before, so he was already familiar with it.
After taking the wine barrel and touching it, the dwarf blacksmith said: "Your Highness Sean, you should have put the spirits found in the ruins into a wine barrel. This wine barrel is quite new!
But I think it’s completely unnecessary, and it’s just a waste of a wine barrel.”
Sean didn't answer, but looked at the dwarf blacksmith quietly.
…
The dwarf blacksmith got close to the barrel and smelled it, and suddenly felt something was wrong, because he did not smell the sour smell, but instead the strong smell of alcohol hit his nose.
The dwarf blacksmith's expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly pulled out the cork of the oak barrel and went up to smell it carefully.
Suddenly, the unique pungent smell of spirits floated out of the barrel and entered the old dwarf's nasal cavity, which made him almost sneeze.
The dwarf blacksmith originally wanted to taste this barrel of strong wine, but when he thought that this barrel of wine had been stored in the ruins for who knows how many years, he did not dare to drink it. Instead, he excitedly said to Sean:
"Dwarf God! This is indeed the taste of strong wine!
Moreover, this barrel of wine has been preserved very well and has not turned sour or smelly.
Your Highness Sean, in which ruins did you find this barrel of strong liquor, are you willing to sell it to me? I am willing to pay 50 gold coins... no, 100 gold coins to buy it!"
Bach Tonghammer excitedly hugged the barrel in his arms, as if he was holding his own daughter.
Seeing Bach Bronze Hammer's expression, Sean smiled and shook his head: "No, I have no intention of selling it to you."
Hearing Sean's words, the dwarf blacksmith's face suddenly dropped, and he said unhappily: "273 gold coins can't be more! This is all the money I have on hand."
"No, no, you misunderstood me." Sean stood up from his seat: "First of all, I didn't intend to sell this barrel of strong liquor to you, but to give it to you. Who made us?
Where are the partners?”
"Hey, hey, how can you be so embarrassed!" The dwarf blacksmith carefully re-plugged the cork of the wine barrel, and then hugged him tightly in his arms.
At the same time, he also made a decision in his heart. When he returned to the blacksmith shop, he would definitely give his most valuable treasure, a bronze-level longbow, to His Highness Sean as a return gift, even though the longbow was only worth 40 gold coins.
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"Second, you misunderstood the origin of this barrel of spirits.
I did not find this barrel of strong liquor from the ruins, but I received guidance from the God of Light, and based on God’s guidance, I brewed this barrel of strong liquor, and its name is - Holy Light Flame."
"What??!!"
Bach Bronze Hammer opened his mouth wide in surprise, and almost dropped the wine barrel in his arms to the ground.
He stared hard at Sean and felt his arms trembling slightly.
Dear God of the Dwarves, if this barrel of strong liquor was really brewed by His Highness Sean, it means that he has mastered the brewing formula of strong liquor!
The recipe for brewing strong liquor reappeared in the world, and the dwarf blacksmith could not imagine how much of a sensation this would cause in the dwarf kingdom.
…
More than two hundred years ago, some dwarves who were good at brewing spirits united to form the Spirits Family.
Because spirits are a necessity for the dwarves on the cold plateau, with their monopoly on spirits, the Spirits family became the leading family in the dwarf kingdom in just one hundred years.
More than a hundred years ago, a war broke out between the Dwarf Kingdom and the Orc Empire.
The Dwarf Kingdom, which lost one-sixth of its population in the Black Death, was unable to withstand the attack and was captured by the Orc Empire. The Spirit Family was destroyed in the resistance, and the recipe for brewing Dwarf Spirit was lost.
The dwarf blacksmith Bach Bronzehammer followed his father to the human country at that time.
After driving away the orcs, countless dwarves returned to the ruins of the dwarf capital, sparing no effort to find the recipe for brewing dwarf spirits.
But unfortunately, the orcs destroyed the entire dwarf capital in a fire, and they didn't find anything in the ruins.
Chapter completed!