"How is this possible!" Faced with the approval of the two hundred dwarf soldiers below, Prince Corey's expression turned even uglier at this moment.
If it was possible to choose, he would rather the orcs would win in today's competition.
Because even if the orcs win, it won't affect anything in his core.
As for the Alliance orcs, they will obtain a large number of weapons, which will threaten the security of the Holy Alliance.
It's just a threat to safety.
At most, the border territories will be plundered. Even if the orcs win two more territories, it will not really affect the survival of the human race.
Therefore, Prince Corey is still a prince and will not be affected at all.
Those civilians were robbed, and they were robbed. Anyway, serfs are like cattle and sheep, they live forever and will never perish.
On the contrary, it was Narant who won, and this will really affect him, Corey.
I remembered the belittling and joking I had made towards Narant before.
Although the country bumpkin didn't respond.
But now every word spoken by the two hundred dwarf soldiers under the stage was like a slap on his face, so loud and shameless.
Corey can already imagine that after this brewing competition is over, the name of Prince Corey will be spread throughout the entire Holy Continent.
Because people always love to show off their knowledge in front of others.
And today's unprecedented unanimous vote of 200 people is a great bragging rights.
In order to increase the excitement of this show-off content, he, the second prince of the Bach Empire, will definitely be included in it, becoming the shameless villain in all biographical knight novels.
No one cares about Corey's inner one-man show.
At this moment, Narant looked at the court with a smile on his face.
He really didn't expect that he simply added a little sugar, and the dwarves once again gave unanimous approval.
"Narant, that's great! We won, you're awesome!"
But Natasha next to Nalant was even more excited than him.
The fair and pretty face was already flushed red, and the arm holding Nalant's arm kept shaking, and the huge airbag kept hitting Nalant's chest.
Natasha's beautiful eyes kept flashing. The more she looked at her beloved, the more she admired her. When she got excited, she even kissed her.
"Natasha, I have always been so great, don't you know, then I am so sad!" Nalant turned his head, looked at the beauty who was as happy as a three or five-year-old child, and winked at her
Blink.
"Bah, you pervert!" Natasha was taken in the car by Nalant, an experienced driver, every day during this period. She immediately understood the deeper meaning of Nalant's words, and immediately hit him angrily.
But this was originally a retaliatory collision, but because of the presence of the airbag, Nalant's heart immediately shook.
"Natasha, what I said is true. I didn't know last night..."
"Ah, don't say any more!" Natasha saw that Nalant was speaking freely, and she immediately became angry and took out her hand to block Narant's mouth.
In this way, Nalant finally calmed down for a while.
At the same time, while the crowd was noisy, the dwarf executives were also tasting several bottles of Eye of the Storm liquor that had been reserved in advance.
This is also the management of competitions in previous years, although the scores are all made by dwarf soldiers.
But in the end, it is the King of the Hill and the senior officials who make the real decision, so when the competition begins, two jugs of spirits will also be loaded and sent to the King of the Hill.
It is said that it is precisely because of this routine that a small trouble today was avoided.
Otherwise, all the Eye of the Storm liquor in the venue has been consumed, and the King of the Hill and others will not be able to taste the true taste of the Eye of the Storm liquor. Then it may be difficult to make a decision.
Taking the bowl of wine poured by his men, the King of the Hill, Master Moore and others looked at each other, and then showed a little surprise.
"This Eye of the Storm wine is indeed very strong. Just smelling it will make people feel the aroma of wine!" said the King of the Hill.
"It's indeed very good. In the past, I could only smell such a strong wine aroma from those expensive potion wines!" Master Moore nodded in agreement.
Immediately, the two of them stopped talking and directly picked up the wine bowl and put it to their mouths.
Gudong!
As a sip of strong wine entered their mouths, the King of the Hill and Master Moore were stunned, and immediately felt the strong stimulation of the Eye of the Storm.
The two people couldn't help but have incredible expressions on their faces.
The two of them were not as shocked as those dwarf soldiers. After all, they had tasted a lot of precious human spirits.
They were surprised that the Eye of the Storm was better than they imagined.
"Elder Moore, the steward of the Storm Territory just said that the price of this wine is two gold coins, right?"
"Yes, the King of the Hill is indeed two gold coins per pot. If I hadn't known Nalant, I would have thought that someone was sincerely trying to cause trouble!"
"Yes, if I didn't know the origin of this kid, I would have thought he was here to cause trouble!" The King of the Hill looked thoughtful.
"Elder Moore, the winner of this year's competition has been decided!"
"I, Moore, support the decision of the King of the Hill. Moreover, this year's competition is definitely for the Storm Territory!" Master Moore nodded seriously.
After hearing this, the King of the Hill stood up immediately.
But when they saw the King of the Hill standing up, everyone fell silent.
Everyone knows that the real results of this year's competition will be announced soon.
The King of the Hill did not hesitate, and after everyone calmed down, he loudly said: "Dear guests who have come from afar, as well as my dwarf warriors, the results of this competition are out."
"I, the King of the Hill, are here to announce that the final winner of this brewing competition is... the Eye of the Storm from the Storm Territory!"
"Wow! It's really the eye of the storm!"
"Oh, let's just let the Storm Leader win! It's better than giving the orcs a victory, but it's just a pity for my thousand gold coins!"
"Yeah, it's a pity that I have eight hundred gold coins..."
"What a pity for my one hundred gold coins..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The result is not beyond everyone’s expectations. After all, Stormland has made it very clear in terms of price and recognition of the wine.
As the King of the Hill announced the result, today's competition is over.
The King of the Hill sent his subordinates to give Nalant an identity card that would allow him to freely enter and exit the Forge Castle, and then left directly.
Nalant also stood up at this moment. He would need to go to the Forge Castle later to meet with the King of the Hill and sign a contract for the supply of spirits for the next three years.
"Your Excellency Nalant, I am Marquis Carlo of the Nok Empire, and I congratulate you that the Storm Territory has won the competition!"
"Your Excellency Nalant, I am Count Yael of the Blue Shield Empire. Congratulations to the Storm Territory for winning the competition!"
"Your Excellency Nalant, I am Kemp from the Principality of Nile. Congratulations to your Excellency on the victory of Eye of the Storm!"
"Your Excellency Nalant..."
And just when Nalant stood up and walked towards the high platform, many noble representatives suddenly approached him.
When Narant came, these representatives didn't even say hello. Even before Corey made fun of him, no one even paid him a second glance.
But now, everyone came to Nalant's side, speaking in a friendly tone, as if they had known each other for many years, and congratulated Nalant one after another.
The same is true for representatives of empires such as the Blue Shield Empire and the Nok Empire.
Because although they were not sure which principality Nalant belonged to, they were definitely not from the six empires.
Because the six empires are all in a competitive relationship, they are very aware of any minor disturbances.
And since Nalant is not an imperial force, even though they lost this competition, there is no way to make up for it.
A small principality doesn't need much weapons and equipment at all.
And if there are more weapons and equipment, they will naturally be sold.
In this way, no matter what, they must make good friends with Nalant first, so that it will be easier for the empire to win over Nalant in the future.
And Nalant knew very well the thoughts of a group of noble representatives who suddenly became enthusiastic.
However, he didn't mind the hypocritical politeness of these nobles.
Because he also wanted to be an arms dealer, he responded very enthusiastically to the greetings of all the nobles.
In this way, Nalant was polite to most of the noble representatives for a long time, and then led his subordinates back towards the wine tavern.
On the road, the Storm Leader's convoy was also enthusiastically watched by the crowd. Both humans and dwarves were all pointing at the convoy.
Some bold dwarves even asked loudly towards Mario at the front of the team.
The question they asked was naturally about the Eye of the Storm liquor. They asked where it could be purchased and they also wanted to try it.
Mario did not mind that these dwarves were in the way, and immediately told everyone that the Eye of the Storm would also be sold in the Forge Castle in the future.
However, it will take some time to wait for the sale, because the orders of the dwarf soldiers need to be fulfilled first.
In this way, ordinary dwarves are satisfied and look forward to experiencing how magical the Eye of the Storm, which won unanimously, is in the future.
Nalant and Natasha were not in the convoy at the moment, because he was worried that his face would be seen by the people in the Blue Jade Tavern.
After all, his Eye of the Storm is purified from emerald spirit.
Of course, Nalant actually thought too much.
Even if he was really seen by people from the Blue Jade Principality, they would not have thought that Eye of the Storm was purified from Jade Spirits.
After all, they know the level of Jade Spirits best.
Even if there is a slight possibility, they will not let the price of emerald spirit be as low as three gold coins per pot.
What's more, he participated in the brewing competition and passed unanimously.
If it can really be improved to this point, it will be almost impossible unless the gods themselves use divine power to transform it.
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After returning to the tavern, Nalant did not stop and headed directly towards the Furnace Castle with a few guards.
Of course, he did not enter the Furnace Castle immediately, but stopped at the gate.
"Dear guest, welcome to Philly's Tavern. I wonder what kind of wine you need!"
When Narant walked into the tavern, there were not too many people in the tavern at the moment, because many people were still on their way back and had not arrived at the tavern.
"I'm not here to drink, I'm here to collect my winnings!"
"Bonus?" The attendant was stunned.
Although I didn't go to the scene, the person sent by the tavern had sent the results back a moment ago.
The result this time was not only beyond the expectations of the audience, but also beyond the expectations of Philly's Tavern.
I originally thought that this year's winner would once again be drawn between the Bach Empire and the Blue Shield Empire, but I didn't expect that a dark horse like the Storm Kingdom would suddenly appear.
Of course, although it was unexpected, this was a more happy outcome for Philly's Tavern.
Because whether it was the Bach Empire or the Blue Shield Empire, the number of bets reached tens of thousands of gold coins.
If either of the two wins, Philly's Tavern will not be able to make a big profit on this, and can only maintain at no loss, and then rely on the bets of those small principalities to make money.
But now, because of the Storm Territory's victory, it can be said that Philly's Tavern is making a lot of money.
As for this Storm Territory, although the odds are very high, no one has ever heard of it before and only knows about its wine, so no one places any bets on it.
At least the attendant himself did not see anyone betting even a single gold coin on the Storm Leader before leaving work last night.
"Dear guest, do you know the result of this competition? The Storm Leader won!" Although he felt that the guest in front of him must be a little confused, the attendant still reminded him politely.
"Yes, it's the Storm Territory. I deposited five hundred gold coins!" Nalant smiled slightly. It was not this attendant who received him in the morning.
As he spoke, he took out the voucher for the bet he made at that time.
When the attendant saw the certificate, his eyes widened and he swallowed subconsciously.
Although I only bet 500 gold coins, at fifty times the odds, that would be 25,000 gold coins.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Dear guest, you... please wait a moment, I will call the steward!" The attendant stammered an apology, and then quickly walked towards the tavern.
Go to the rear.
It didn't take long for the steward of Philly's Tavern to be found.
When he saw Nalant's voucher and checked the account book registered in the morning, the steward twitched his lips, but he could only hand over the twenty-five thousand gold coins honestly.
He only remembered to check the bets from other empires and small principalities in the morning, and didn't even notice that someone from the Storm Territory was also betting.
When he got the final result a moment ago, he had already thought about how to send a message back to the empire to gain credit for himself.
But now that twenty-five thousand gold coins have been taken away, this achievement is immediately reduced by one-tenth.
"Thank you, steward. The reputation of Philly's Tavern is indeed guaranteed!"
After letting Da Shitou and others hold the five wooden treasure boxes, Nalant happily thanked the manager of Philly Tavern and left the tavern directly.
…
"Sir, there is someone following us!"
After leaving the tavern, Nalant took Big Stone and others directly into the Forge of the Furnace.
However, while on the road, the big stone suddenly reminded him.
"Leave them alone, they won't have the guts to follow you later!" Nalant didn't care at all.
Twenty-five thousand gold coins is a considerable amount of wealth even in this holy continent.
Therefore, he had long expected such an incident.
This is also the reason why he only placed 500 gold coins when he placed his bet in the morning.
It's not that he's not big-hearted enough, but he's afraid that it's too big for him to eat.
However, I believe that once the other party knows his identity, he will not cause trouble for him for these 25,000 gold coins.
"Yes, sir!" Da Shitou nodded and said nothing more.
Soon, Nalant led a group of subordinates to the deepest part of the Forge Castle, where the dwarf palace where the King of the Hill is located.
When they saw Nalant and others being politely welcomed into the palace by the dwarf soldiers, the tails who followed Nalant and others secretly not far away immediately showed a look of uncertainty on their faces.