Hill couldn't help laughing: "My brewing skills are quite good and I rarely fail. Do you want to buy some for those soldiers?"
Although he is a peace officer, Linn does not need to charge forward by himself. He is mainly responsible for adding BUFF.
The bard is also a math profession, so he should have no injuries on his body.
As for his tavern, Linn will never sell elf wine casually. Even if Hill's fruit wine can fill his warehouse, Linn will not sell it casually.
Elf wine is not too precious to elves or even some half-elves, but it is something that people who cannot enter the elf forest to pick fruits cannot afford.
No elf has ever broken the illusion that elf wine is rare.
That was how some civilian elves made a living, and Hill couldn't sell large amounts of elven wine just because he had enough fruit.
As for Lin En, with how hospitable he was to strangers of his own race, it was even more impossible for him to do that.
Linn understood very well why Hill had such a hypocritical smile on his face. The elf elders of his family were the kind of minority who were born unable to make wine, but they loved drinking very much.
The reason why he opened this tavern was to compensate for his years of resentment: If I can't make wine, why can't I drink more?
"These soldiers are trained quite hard." Lin En glanced at Hill: "They are all children from ordinary families. Becoming small town soldiers is their best way out, so the training is very hard. Many people can only
Advance by sacrificing your talent and future.
I also have the blood of a golden elf. I have never thought that elf wine is a good thing since I was a child. When I came out of the forest, I only brought two bottles with me.
All I want to do is taste what the wine outside tastes like.
However, even now, I occasionally think back and regret not bringing more bottles.”
"Are you still in the training period?" Hill couldn't help but ask.
Otherwise, you can go back to the forest to find some elders of the same clan to exchange them.
However, if you are an elf or half-elf who comes out for training, you will not be allowed to go back without completing the training time or even the tasks.
In fact, it's not that you really can't go back, it's that once you go back and the experience mission completely fails, you may not be able to inherit the name you want.
Although the names of elves are very long, there are some names with title meaning that need to be recognized by the family before they can be added to their names.
Linn nodded with a bad look on his face: "Mine is a time task."
He didn't say how long it took, but it must have been a long time. This half-elf parent must be the kind of lazy elf who doesn't like being around him.
"How much do you want?" Hill asked with a smile, "I can't charge for the elf wine. This is the rule. But according to the outside price, we will all be uncomfortable. I just want to see the herbs and various herbs of the Silver Moon Alliance.
Plant functional plants, you can use these in exchange!
There is no need for those particularly precious herbs, there is no shortage of them in the forest."
Lin En nodded cheerfully: "Deal. Give me a pot first. I have a subordinate who is in urgent need of this kind of thing to repair the body."
Hill took out a silver pot and handed it to Lin En, who received a blank look: "You're going to give me wine in a sterling silver pot?"
Hill could only remain silent.
Lin En quickly understood: "Damn it, don't you even have a tin or copper kettle?"
He took out a small copper flask from his pocket, poured the wine into it with a bang, and then threw the silver flask back to Hill: "Follow me to the grocery store and buy some things for normal life.
.
I know that your mage level is high and you are not afraid of robbery, but outside the forest, a silver coin is very precious.
Giving away silverware to others will only make people think you are a prodigal."
Hill felt that Lynn had swallowed back words like big-headed ghosts and easy-to-deceive fools.
He smiled and nodded: "Okay, I will try my best to see ordinary people's lives. Look, aren't you already very adaptable?"
The race of golden elves, even commoners, should be used to using gold and silver to decorate things.
Hill felt that when Lynn looked at him, he looked very much like himself many years ago.
"It's not the same at all, okay?" Lin En said with a sneer, "The stuff I use is inlaid with gold and silver, but there aren't that many pure ones!"
"But I am a mage who can refine gold and silver by myself!" Hill retorted, "You can't deliberately lower the purity."
Lin En couldn't help rolling her eyes again.
But he also knew that there was actually no shortage of gold or silver in the Golden Elf's territory, but the purity of the ore was low and required mages to refine it.
On the contrary, there are relatively few copper ores and tin ores, so you need to buy finished products from other places, but there are a few mages who can afford it.
Most elves are used to buying copper products from outside, and then finding ways to decorate them with gold and silver threads themselves.
A self-sufficient mage like Hill really doesn't need to spend that kind of money.
"We're here." Linn and Hill stopped in front of a boutique store, which was not one of those grocery stores that cater to ordinary people.
"Although there are not many people in Cuelva, there are still some professionals above level 9." He turned to look at Hill, "It is easier for them to make money, so of course they will buy more refined things.
If there is demand, there will naturally be profiteers. Although it is not a particularly good thing, you can still pick something that is attractive to you.
Next time you need to socialize, remember to use these things."
Hill looked at Lynn, who was standing in front of someone else's store and was talking nonsense, and finally saw the majesty of his Sheriff. After all, the store owner was standing at the door but could only listen with a smile on his face.
As Linn walked in, Hill understood what he meant. The things here were just a few levels higher than silly, big, black and thick.
But it is still a copper and tin product, with a little pattern at most.
Things that ordinary people can use in Salal are only used by the highest level of low-level professionals in Faerun.
He silently increased the value of gold and silver in this world by several levels in his heart.
Hill bought some exquisitely crafted copper kettles and tin cans, which cost him only a dozen silver coins.
When he paid, Linn's specially emphasized tone made him understand that it was better to pay silver coins instead of using 1 gold coin for 10 silver coins.
After walking out of the store, Hill asked why.
"Gold coins have the highest value." Lin En said without hesitation, "Although you don't care about the price difference, you have to know. Paying gold coins for everything will only make people think you are being taken advantage of.
You don’t want to spend money and be called a fool, right?”
Hearing his resentful words, Hill could only nod his head.
After sending Hill to the door, Linn warned: "It's been a bit chaotic recently. It may be that winter is coming, and some guys from the Nether Mountains are coming down. I know you are not afraid of those dark ones, but ordinary people are.
You are a stranger after all, so try not to go out and cause trouble when you come back."
Hill nodded: "I saw a lot of new books recently published in the library, and I won't go out until I finish reading them."
"I'll ask them to pick some herbs while patrolling. I'll come back to you in two days to exchange for elf wine." Linn said goodbye to Hill with a smile, and turned towards the tavern.
Hill watched him leave before returning to the dimensional space.
"Sir seems to like this half-elf very much." Martha, who was floating at the door to welcome him home, couldn't help but ask.
Aglaia, who was squatting and playing in the fountain, also looked here curiously.
They all felt that Hill's attitude towards Lynn was very friendly.
"He reminds me of Uncle Adrian," Hill said with a smile.
Martha stayed in contact with Adrian for a longer time, and immediately nodded: "Indeed, they are very similar in terms of nagging."
Hill watched Aglaia turn her head to play in the water again, knowing that she missed the ocean.
But Hill knew that this clone used up almost half of Aglaia's divine power.
If this clone dissipates in Faerûn, it will be difficult for Aglaia to recover these powers before the Star Gate is rebuilt.
You might even lose half of it.
Hill wouldn't let that happen.
"Aglaia." Hill greeted gently, "Come and take a look at this material."
"Eh?" Aglaia looked at the filaments in Hill's hand curiously, "These water-type threads have reached the demigod level? There are so many! Dad Hill! This is your crystal flower head.
material?"
"That's right." Sylvie said with a smile, "She gave me a lot. Does Aglaia want to learn to knit a long skirt for herself?"
"Ah?" Aglaia suddenly became energetic, "Yes! If I use my magical power to weave, I can make a long skirt that changes its shape according to my heart!
Dad Hill, I have to think hard about how to knit it!"
"Martha knows a lot about women's dressing and is also proficient in various knitting methods." Hill said with a smile, "You can ask her at any time."
"Is Father Hill going into seclusion again?" Aglaia's reaction was very sharp.
"Yes." Hill said frankly, "I need to make a magic book that is essential for mages in this world. It may take a while."
Aglaia readily took the long silk thread from Hill's hand: "Don't worry! Dad Hill, this dress is enough for me to pass the time."
Hill nodded: "I'm just staying in the study, Aglaia can still find me directly."
When Aglaia saw Hill taking out a pile of copper kettles and tin cans and handing them to Martha, Aglaia couldn't help but ask: "Is Hill's father bankrupt? I have a lot of big pearls here."
"Don't worry, this world is made of gold and silver." Hill replied thoughtfully, "Lynn thinks I'm too extravagant and can't use silver pots and bowls for all my guests. In that case, the higher-status guests will feel uncomfortable.
.”
"But, don't guests like that always use crystal or jade products?" Aglaia couldn't help but ask.
"The one in between with gold and silver?" Hill said hesitantly.
"Sir." Martha couldn't help but sigh, "A level 16 mage is pretty good at being able to use gold products on a daily basis, and usually uses silver products.
Don’t you want to hide your level?”
Hill looked at Martha, tugged on her long hair, and said helplessly: "Then Martha can handle it by herself! I try not to use my own tools in front of outsiders."
Hill was a little sad and angry as he started working on his magic book. Why is Faerûn so poor?