Not only Sean, but Windsor and the guards in the front yard also felt the huge oppressive airflow above their heads and immediately looked up to the sky.
Seeing the figure falling rapidly in the sky, the guards all opened their mouths in surprise.
"My God of Light! There is actually someone who can fly? Could it be that he is the legendary sky-level expert?"
"What did I see? God of Light, am I dreaming?"
"This strong man actually fell towards our yard. Everyone, please run for your lives!"
...
The guards in the front yard panicked, dropped their weapons one by one, and immediately wanted to run away.
Sean was naturally shocked when he saw that figure in the sky.
But after careful observation, Sean discovered that this strong man was wearing leather armor with a magical luster. He was extremely strong but not very tall. His appearance was somewhat similar to the dwarf blacksmith Bach Bronze Hammer, but he was obviously
Many are old.
Sean suddenly understood that this strong man should be the dwarf envoy from the Dwarf Kingdom to the Principality of Lane!
Seeing the guards panicking and fighting each other, Sean coughed twice and said, "Don't panic, everyone, this strong man is not an enemy."
The guards' expressions softened slightly.
Sean paused and then added: "If the other party is really an enemy, you can't run away even if you want to, so you might as well just wait to die."
Guards: "..."
...
With the sound of clothes breaking through the air, the strong dwarf fell from the sky directly above Sean, and hit the lawn in front of Sean like a cannonball.
A deep depression was created in the originally flat lawn, and a large amount of soil was dug out.
The strong dwarf was not injured. He jumped out of the depression, patted the dirt on his body, and muttered:
"According to the coordinates, it should be here."
At the same time, the strong dwarf also saw the guards in the yard and Sean, the leader, and walked towards Sean: "You are Albert Violet's son Sean, right?"
"Yes, I am Sean Violet, who are you?" Sean looked at the dwarf powerhouse respectfully.
"My name is Merlin Thaurissan, a warrior at the pinnacle of the sky level. I heard that the recipe for dwarf spirits that had been lost for more than a hundred years appeared in Yonn City, so I hurriedly came here."
After introducing himself, Merlin Thaurissan asked anxiously: "Where is the strong liquor now? Take it out and let me see it!"
"Wendsor, go to the backyard and get a barrel of spirits." Sean ordered Windsor.
"Okay, my lord!"
Windsor put away his bow and arrows and ran towards the backyard.
Merlin Thaurissan originally wanted to follow Windsor to the backyard, but he thought of something and stopped, looking eagerly in the direction of the backyard.
"Your Excellency Thaurissan, are you the special envoy of the Dwarf Kingdom to the Principality?" Sean asked with a smile.
"No." Merlin Thaurissan shook his head.
The smile on Sean's face turned stiff instantly.
"The special envoy to Lane you are talking about is Pierd Tieshuna. He has just arrived at the Sky Level not long ago. His flying speed is very slow, and he may not be able to fly here even after dark.
I thought he was slow, so I kicked him back to Palomia halfway through the flight and came over on my own.
But don’t worry, our Thaurissan family is the royal family of the dwarf kingdom, and we can represent the dwarf kingdom better than the Ironsuna boy. I will sign a contract with you."
Merlin Thaurissan waved his hand impatiently.
...
While they were talking, Windsor came to the front yard with a barrel of spirits.
Merlin Thaurissan waved his hand, and the barrel from Windsor's hand flew out of his hand and flew into his hand.
Without thinking, Meryn Thaurissan pulled the cork off the barrel and sniffed it.
Soon, he showed an expression of surprise: "Yes, it smells exactly like the newly brewed spirits more than a hundred years ago!"
After saying that, Merlin Thaurissan raised the barrel, raised his head and took a big sip, with an expression of extreme satisfaction on his face.
"That's right, it's pure liquor! I haven't had it for more than a hundred years, and I didn't expect to be able to drink it again in my lifetime!"
Merlin Thaurissan's eyes gradually became kinder when he looked at Sean: "Boy, I want the recipe for strong liquor. Do you have any requests? Our Emperor Thaurissan's granddaughter is 86 years old and is not married yet.
Do you want to think about it?”
"Forget it." Sean wiped his sweat: "Shall we go to the study room to discuss the specific conditions?"
Merlin Thaurissan stood still and frowned again: "Human beings are trouble, can't we say that here?"
"Okay, let's talk about it here." Sean said with a smile.
Merlin Thaurissan seems to have a bad temper, but Sean doesn't have any resentment in his heart. Who can let someone have a big fist?
But the conditions mentioned here must not be heard by idle people.
Sean winked at Windsor, and Windsor understood and drove all the guards in the yard out of the front yard.
After the guards left, Sean said to Merlin Thaurissan: "Dear Sir Thaurissan, regarding the sale of the spirit formula, I have three conditions..."
Before Sean could finish speaking, Merlin Thaurissan interrupted directly: "Three? So many? Can't you combine it into one condition?"
As he spoke, Merlin Thaurissan took a pleasant sip of the strong drink. The more he drank, the more endless the aftertaste he felt.
"If I can only put forward one condition, then the condition should be set higher." Sean said helplessly.
"You can say whatever you want, as long as we can do it!"
"Then this condition is: I am now one of the legal heirs of the Principality of Lane. Can the Dwarf Kingdom support me to become the next Grand Duke of Lane?"
After hearing Sean's words, Merlin Thaurissan's drinking posture froze: "This... I'm afraid it won't work.
The dwarf kingdom can do business in the human world, but there is a bottom line, that is, it must not invade each other with the human kingdom and not interfere in each other's internal affairs. You said we can't do this.
Let’s talk about the three conditions you just mentioned!”
"So that's it." Sean nodded:
"Okay then. The first condition:
After selling the formula to you, I will retain the rights to produce spirits, which means I can also produce spirits.
Of course, the spirits we produce will not be sold in the dwarf kingdom, but only in the human kingdom."
"You originally found the recipe for the spirit. This is not a condition at all. I promise you." Merlin Thaurissen agreed generously.
Sean continued: "The second condition is that I need 20 dwarf blacksmiths to work in my territory, River Beach Town, for a month, and there should be at least one master-level blacksmith among them."
The levels of blacksmiths in this world are generally divided into ordinary, intermediate, advanced, master, grandmaster and divine craftsman.
Chapter completed!