Looking at Halkin who suddenly stood up, the apprentice gave a bitter smile, then nodded to Clemont and retreated to the back. Since the store manager was awake, he was no longer needed here.
Looking at Halkin who stood up and just reached the counter, Clemont smiled. This dwarf family really "will wake up when they smell wine".
When Halkin woke up, he saw the human boy staring at him and giggling in front of him. He immediately jumped up and patted the counter in displeasure.
"Is it your boy who said there was good wine? Then you'd better not lie to Hal Jin! Otherwise, Hal Jin will definitely let you know what it's like to lie!"
Listening to the strong threat in Halkin's tone, Clemont walked aside and picked up the wooden wine glass that had fallen to the ground. After sniffing it, he spread his hands and said.
"I can't say whether it's good wine, but it's definitely much better than the garbage you drank!"
Hearing Clemont's words, Halkin swayed up to Clemont like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, snatched the wine glass from his hand, and pointed at Clemont's nose with an angry look.
roared.
"You know nothing about a human boy. This is the best alpine mushroom wine of our dwarves. How dare you call it garbage! If you don't give me an explanation, I will let you taste the wrath of the golden dwarf."
Looking at the furious Halkin, Clemont took out his itchy ears, and then said with a smile: "Okay, no problem, but what if I come up with this explanation?"
Clemont's rhetorical question made Halkin not sure how to answer for a while. After thinking for a long time, he pinched his beard angrily and said: "Huh, if your wine is really good, then you can choose any weapon in my store."
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"Oh, you really want me to choose?" Clemont suddenly became excited.
But Halkin is obviously not a fool.
"I can only choose three pieces. This is Harkin's greatest sincerity!"
"Okay! Three pieces, three pieces!"
Clemont nodded, three pieces are enough, just one piece for each of the three sisters. As for himself, he doesn’t need it! When he arrives at Fort Branco, there will be a better epic suit waiting for him!
After reaching the bet, Clemont reincarnated and whispered to Avella, and then Avella left alone.
"Don't worry, you will know the answer soon!"
After showing Halkin a confident expression, Clemont wandered around the hall again, watching the blacksmiths' operations from time to time.
However, after seeing the casting skills of these blacksmiths, Clement made up his mind again.
There is not yet a good military blacksmith in Claremont Territory. Most of the weapons and armor currently installed are purchased finished products. Although the blacksmith shop run by Rupert can now make armor and weapons, but once
The quality is too poor, and secondly, the efficiency is too slow.
More than half of the iron ore purchased from Wagner is still piled up in the blacksmith shop. It will take until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse for them to skillfully make military-standard weapons and armor.
So if we can dig out all these blacksmiths, the development of the blacksmith shop in the leader will be rapid. If we can fool this elite dwarf, we can graduate directly.
Hal Jin, who was standing behind the counter and kept looking out, seemed to have sensed something and turned his head to look over, just in time to see this human boy looking at him with evil intentions.
"Boy, what do you think I'm doing? When will your wine be delivered?"
Looking at the impatient Halkin, Clemont smiled.
"Don't worry, it will be here soon."
Now is not the time to seduce him with terms, it won't be too late to talk again after he drinks the wine he made.
After a while, Barry ran in holding two jars of wine, followed by Avila, who was supporting Old Barr.
"Lord, this is the wine you want."
After placing the two jars of wine on the counter, Barry cleaned the dirt on them and said.
"This is the first batch of wine. It has only been stored for a few months. I haven't tasted the specific taste yet..."
"Bring it here, boy."
Before Barry could finish speaking, Halkin, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, couldn't wait to grab a jar, slapped the plug on it in, and then without even smelling it, he picked it up and started drinking.
Some yellowish wine flowed down his messy beard. Old Barr, who had just walked in and took a breath, shivered in distress.
However, as the wine splashed, a strong aroma of wine instantly spread throughout the shop, and the busy blacksmiths also put down their sledgehammers and came forward eagerly.
At this time, Clemont looked at another jar of wine, dipped his finger in it, tasted it, and spat it out.
Although the aroma of this wine is very strong, the taste and appearance are far from the same, but compared with the spirits in this world, it is enough to compare!
After passing the wine jar in his hand to Old Barr aside, Clemont crossed his arms and stared with interest at Halkin, who was drinking heavily.
As the last drop of wine entered his stomach, Halkin burped with great satisfaction.
"Hahahaha, good wine, really good wine! Boy, give me that jar too, and I'll let you pick three more!"
Throwing away the jar in his hand, Halkin looked impatiently at the wine jar in Old Barr's hand.
However, Clemont did not follow his will. He blocked Halkin's sight and said with a smile: "Master Halkin, what do you think of my wine?"
Although he had already gotten the answer from Halkin's performance, Clemont still chose to ask questions knowingly.
"Hmph, kid, I admit that your wine tastes better than the alpine mushroom wine of our dwarves, but a jar of wine can only be exchanged for three weapons at most. I think you should know the grades of those weapons!"
Halkin thought that Clemont wanted to use wine to rip him off. Although the dwarves were addicted to alcohol, they would never be manipulated by others.
"Haha, Master, I think you misunderstood. I have plenty of this kind of wine, and it's useless for me to have so many excellent weapons.
You should have heard just now that I am the lord of this territory, and my territory currently lacks a master who is proficient in casting, so I would like to hire you as a special advisor to our Claymont Territory."
Looking at Halkin who was deep in thought, Clemont continued to follow the temptation: "Of course, after becoming a special adviser, I will not restrict your freedom. Your weapon shop can also be opened. I just need you to give some points when formulating equipment in the territory.
I suggest you, if you have time, just give some advice to the apprentice I sent."
"As for the reward, in addition to the monthly salary of twenty gold coins, I will also give you ten jars of wine. Do you think this is okay?"
If not restricting freedom is the lever that leverages Halkin, then ten jars of wine every month is the last straw that breaks his death.
"Okay, I promise you, but I don't want a salary. How about you give me this wine instead?"