Chapter 750: Gretel, who has done everything, is disliked...
Master Nordmark said that people who have been injected with therapeutic drugs are not allowed to drink alcohol to avoid danger.
Master Dumfries held this flag high and ordered the tavern owner to take away all the wine, and ordered the mountain not to provide wine to the Mithril District. In order to ensure that no wine was leaked, he even removed the two bottles of wine stored in his wooden house.
They were all specially sent back to Nevis.
The dwarves were complaining. Complaints were complaints, and Wizard Dumfries was surprised to find that they actually behaved!
They are mainly dwarves who need to be injected with medicine. Most of them are middle-aged or above. They are highly respected among dwarves. For their safety, the other dwarves are also willing to endure it. Isn't it just seven days?
Yes, Gretel left a week's worth of medicine and trained Vigeland and Master Dumfries on the intramuscular injection method: how to disinfect, how to extract the medicine, how to choose the injection site, and how to inject. Anyway, this is simple, it is a
Anyone who casts a spell can learn it.
Then Grete left. We made an appointment to see you in seven days. During these seven days, all the dwarves in the Mithril District are prohibited from drinking alcohol!
Of course, considering that the weather is getting hotter and the forging tasks are getting heavier, Master Dumfries specially applied to the Parliament to open an unlimited supply of soda water
You can't really heat one or two to death, right? Although the dwarves are as strong as rocks, even if they are rocks, they will crack if they are heated too much!
Gretel arrived on time seven days later. He examined the patients one by one, including physical examination, auscultation, sputum bacterial culture, chest X-ray, and even a T-scan.
Of course, the t results cannot be given until they are taken back and processed by SS. However, other inspection results are basically certain that their situation has been alleviated.
"Look, the bacterial culture results show that the germs in your body are much less than before." Gretel happily pointed out to the patients:
"Just use the medicine for a few more days and consolidate it, and you should be fine. Of course, the mines and living areas need to be completely disinfected. You don't want to be infected again after you recover, right?"
"So you can drink in a few days?!"
The dwarves were more concerned about this. Gretel's face darkened:
"no."
"no?!"
"No. Not only is it not possible during this time, but there won't be a large supply of ale in the next two years." Gretel raised a finger to stop the dwarves from questioning, and said slowly:
"The Great Famine is coming. Parliament has issued an order prohibiting the use of grain to make wine. If you want to drink, the only options are fruit wine and imported ale."
"But I'm not used to drinking fruit wine!" The following continued: "Ale is expensive! In the shops in the city, the price has doubled during this period!"
Grete knew this. Parliament significantly reduced the import tariff on alcohol, but greatly increased commercial taxes.
As one comes in and one comes out, and the big merchants who are qualified to do import business are stocking up on goods, preparing to sell them at a high price next year, the wine on the market will definitely be both expensive and scarce.
"Then there is nothing we can do. Under the current situation, the Parliament will definitely drastically reduce the supply of ale, and it is impossible to open up the supply."
"what……"
There were high and low voices of complaint.
Vigeland was fine, and so were the middle-aged dwarves, but behind the crowd, Gretel heard two young dwarves touching their heads and whispering:
"But we are guests... If we are invited to come over and work, shouldn't we be supplied with enough ale?"
Gretel: "..."
Why do you think I can't see you if you lower your head?
I am so much taller than you! If everyone is standing, I can see from the first row to the last row without tiptoing!
He tried not to look at the young dwarves and stared at the two oldest dwarf elders in the front row of the crowd. Especially Master Theon, the old miner who could judge the temperature of magma and accurately fish out the crude mithril ore:
"Old man, the great famine is coming." He sighed softly:
"I can guarantee that this news is accurate. More than a month ago, during the process of advanced meditation, I sensed changes in the distance. At the same time, the legendary mage of the prophecy system in the parliament received a warning."
Seeing that except for the two dwarf elders, everyone else was a little disapproving, Gretel decided to release some more exciting news:
"The changes I sensed, the council opened the Star Dome Magic Array twice and searched for relevant information. My teacher came forward and asked dragon friends to go to distant places to verify. It is already confirmed."
The faces of the dwarves became serious. Wizard Dumfries stood beside Gretel and looked at him in surprise, but hesitated to speak:
Is there so much inside information? The Star Dome opened two large magic circles? The legendary mage took action? Is there something about the dragon clan involved?
Ahhhhhh, I don’t know anything! Alas, low level means no human rights. Legendary disciples can tell this information casually. For marginalized people like me, I’m afraid I have to wait until the great famine finally comes.
Only then can I hear the news...
He was in a state of turmoil. Beside him, Grete's statement had reached its conclusion:
"Combining the news from the Great Magic Array and the verification from the Dragon Clan, the prophecy mages collectively calculated and confirmed that next year, there will be a great famine that will spread thousands of miles across the country."
The dwarves were breathing heavily. Dozens of dwarves were crowded in the room, huffing and puffing, as if a row of bellows were being pulled up in the room. Master Xion took a step forward:
"We were only informed that the Parliament was preparing for famine... is it so serious?"
"It's very serious." Alas, the parliament must have sent a special person to communicate with the dwarf royal court about this news. But the news received by a small settlement here is probably not so detailed. No wonder they are clamoring for a drink:
"The preparations made by the Parliament are based on the complete failure of the grain harvest next year. Now, the priests of the God of Nature have been promoting the production of food day and night, and the Parliament is trying its best to provide spiritual potions. The precious food is not available.
A lot of it is used to make wine!”
The dwarves looked at each other. Even the young dwarves who come to work here are in their seventies or eighties and have personally experienced more than one famine. But, will the grain harvest be completely gone next year?
The scale of this famine was much greater than anything they had ever experienced!
"Master, everyone." Gretel took a deep breath:
"I think you also know how much food is needed to make wine, right?"
"Of course I know." Old Xion nodded calmly: "A barrel of ale weighs 40 pounds. It is enough for ten dwarves to drink ale for a day and requires ten pounds of barley."
you know?
Gretel looked at him with surprised eyes. Behind old Theon, a dwarf whose name Gretel could not name whispered:
"Master Xion is the best brewer here. The ale he brews is famous in the royal court and among the seven tribes!"
Gretel: "..."
Okay... In this era where handicraft industry dominates, it is normal for long-lived dwarves to develop some hobbies on their own, normal...
"As for a dwarf, if he doesn't do heavy work and eats sparingly, a pound of barley a day can be enough for a day." Master Xion turned to face the rear, his eyes were majestic, and he scanned all the dwarves present:
"Everyone, the food of the Dwarf Kingdom is imported from the Parliament all year round. In the current disaster, even if the Parliament is willing to take care of its allies, it may be unable to do so. Besides, we must also restrain ourselves and not wantonly waste the help of others."
He is the best smelter in the mine and the highest-level warrior. Even dwarf spellcasters have received his teachings. At this time, he raised his voice and everyone nodded like garlic. No one dared to object.
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The old dwarf continued to speak. His voice was low, majestic, and sonorous. When it hit the wall of the room, it almost felt like a hole was made:
"In the face of famine, if we skip drinking for one day, we will save one day of food rations for our compatriots. Pass on the order, starting from today..."
"The council will not stop supplying the dwarf friends with their daily drinking, but will only reduce the amount. Under the current situation, I am very sorry to say that we can only supply one-tenth of the original quantity. Of course, sparkling water will always be supplied.
Let everyone faint from the heat in the mine!"
"Okay." Master Xion nodded solemnly:
"Everyone's drinking amount has been reduced to one-tenth of what it was before."
"yes."
"yes!"
The dwarves agreed unevenly. Next to them, the wizard Dumfries, who had been standing all the time, cast an admiring look at Gretel.
Is this done?
That’s it!
The difficulty that tormented him to death, Grete ran twice and said a few words, and it was solved immediately!
But having said that, only a mage like Gretel who has a good relationship with the dwarves can make the dwarves believe his words and not be suspicious at first;
Only when a healer like Gretel throws out new potions and forces everyone to abstain from alcohol for a week can the dwarves initially get used to "temporarily abstaining from alcohol is not that difficult";
Only a legendary disciple like Gretel can get the most accurate information from the highest level and make the dwarves realize the seriousness of the incident and cooperate obediently...
Gretel was completely relieved. These dwarves are grumpy and stubborn. When they look down on you, they really look down on you. But they will definitely do what they promised and will never compromise. He walked out with a smile:
"The current situation is not good, so please be patient for the time being. When the famine is over and a new batch of barley is harvested, I will definitely invite you to drink until you can't drink anymore!"
"Come on, the little mage doesn't know how to drink at all!" Vigeland shouted with a loud laugh. The dwarves who had been solemn just now burst out laughing and chattering:
"That's right, the little mage can only drink half a glass of wine at most. He can't drink our ale at all!"
"Let the big guy drink it for you! It doesn't matter! We don't care!"
"Little mage, when will you grow stronger and at least be able to carry an iron shield?"
Gretel: "..."
Who says I can’t carry it!
When I advanced to the fifth-level priest, my body was baptized by the will of the world. At least, I can definitely lift the iron shield!
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3000 words!
Half of the extra update is completed!
5555, across the street from my home in the community, walking from the front door of a middle school to the back door, and past the back door, a positive result was found...
I hope we don’t count the community next door and we won’t be closed for 14 days... My family only has food for 7 days...
Crying and asking for tickets to comfort me... I want a guaranteed monthly ticket!