"Xin, the same as before." I said to the elf standing at the bar.
The elf girl at the bar quickly placed the wooden cup containing the elf's unique fruit wine and a few donuts in front of me, then put away the gold coins in front of me and went back to wipe the bar with a white rag.
This elven bar is one of the few places in the elves where gold coins can be used for transactions. The elves actually use the primitive method of barter for transactions, and sometimes they even give them directly. It's really a scam.
You can imagine how helpless I felt when I took the gold coins and looked around for a place to trade within the elves, right?
Fortunately, there is this bar, which not only provides fruit wine, but also donuts made from flour, so I was able to stay in the elves for so long. Now I feel sick just looking at the fruit.
"Hey, Xin, what's going on?" I pointed behind me and said to Xin, who was working in a maid uniform.
"Every once in a while, a caravan from the dwarves and elves comes to trade." Xin said casually while wiping the table. "The dwarf who was responsible for the transaction seemed to have something to do and didn't come, but this time a guy like this came.
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"The wine brewed by the elves is not strong enough at all, and they are looking for people to fight for the wine, making the bar full of smoke."
One third of the usual amount, just put some medicine in the wine, drag him out and bury him."
Hey hey hey, is it really appropriate to say this in front of me?
Aren't you afraid of scaring me away too?
But you can also see how unpopular this dwarf is here.
Most of the elves are very kind, not to mention that the dwarves and elves are allies. As long as he is not particularly disgusting, the elves can at best ignore him.
But the elf girl in front of me, who usually has a smile on her face and hums a little tune, is considering poisoning her and burying her alive. How many outrageous things has this dwarf done?
"Miss Elf, come, let's have a drink for the sake of friendship!" Suddenly there was a smell of drunkenness next to the voice.
I turned around and saw that the dwarf uncle who had just been dancing on the table nearby had slipped up to me at some point.
"Oh, humans?" After the drunken-eyed dwarf uncle saw my face clearly, he smacked his mouth and walked away. "How come such cunning and cunning humans are here? What a disappointment!"
I turned my head with a stiff neck and looked at Xin who was snickering: "I suddenly understand your mood."
Just when Xin was about to say something, the dwarf uncle complained again from behind: "The elven wine tastes like water, it's really boring."
Xin, who was snickering, turned so dark that he could shed tears.
Well, as far as I know, the wine in the bar is brewed by the elf girl in front of me.
"I, the dwarf warrior Wacker, keep his word. If the elves can come up with the wine that poured me down, all the goods that our dwarfs dragged here will be given to the elves!" Xin was studying in front of me.
When he was wondering how dark a fair face could be, the drunken cry of the dwarf uncle came from behind again.
"Hey, what did the dwarfs send you this time?" I casually asked Xin, who was staying not far in front of me and seemed to be exuding black energy.
"All kinds of metal materials." Xin responded with a straight face.
"Oh, what's the value?" I nodded clearly.
There doesn't seem to be any iron ore mining within the elves, but from time to time you can see tools made of metal. So that's how it came about.
"It's very expensive, very expensive, very expensive." Xin knelt down to search, took out a lot of bottles and cans, put them in front of him and began to sort through them one by one.
Hey, you don't really want to poison me, do you?
I was a little scared when I saw Sister Xin placing all kinds of dangerous things in front of her that were unknown to me and exuded dangerous auras.
"Hey, I have a way to win over this bastard. How about we work together to trick him?" I leaned forward and whispered to Xin who was sitting in front of me in the audience. "He didn't say that as long as we
If you pour him over, will you give the goods to the elves for free? How about we divide it equally?"
"That dwarf is right, humans are insidious and cunning." Xin put down the bottles in his hands, looked at me expressionlessly, and whispered to me. "What do you want to do?"
Hey, if you say I'm cunning and cunning, what's the point of you hiding aside and dispensing the medicine?
If you don't like my ability, don't ask me to cooperate!
"Didn't this guy say that the wine you brewed is not flavorful enough? Let's try to concentrate your wine." I rolled my eyes and told my plan.
"It seems like we can give it a try, what should we do?" Xin thought for a while, then leaned his head over and asked me in a low voice.
At this moment, I felt like the two of us were like foxes trying to figure out how to steal a chicken.
"Do you know fire magic?" I continued after seeing Xin nodded lightly. "Bring some wine over, let's find a place to try it first."
Xin took me to the cellar behind the bar cabin. The walls around the cellar were lined with wooden barrels filled with wine.
Xin came to one of the barrels, stretched his head over and smelled it, then turned to look at me: "You can try this barrel of wine."
Wow, so many.
If you drag it out and sell it individually, you can probably sell it for thousands of gold coins.
Looking at this wooden barrel that can hold more than 100 kilograms of fruit wine, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue.
"It's too much. Let's get some out and test it first." I would be heartbroken if all this barrel of fruit wine was used for testing even if it wasn't mine.
Xin nodded, opened the stopper on the wooden barrel lying horizontally, and poured out about 6 liters of fruit wine: "You can experiment with it first. What should we do?"
"It's more difficult. You have to control the temperature of the fire magic accurately. If the temperature is too high, it will be useless." I looked at the oversized wooden cup in my hand, and then said. "Slowly heat it up.
They evaporate and leave the rest to me."
After seeing Xin nodding, I put the wooden cup in my hand on the ground and signaled to Xin that he was ready. Xin slowly began to use fire magic to heat the juice in the cup.
As the red fire magic light emitted from Xin's palm became brighter and brighter, the fruit wine in the cup gradually began to boil.
Oh, I can't see it.
I always thought that when I was chatting with Dean Phyllis, Dean Phyllis said that the elves have a higher control over magic than humans, and I thought it was just a casual talk.
But I didn't expect Xin to be able to control fire magic to such a precise level, which is comparable to the iron melting furnace I made to separate mithril alloy.
From my experience, the temperature of the fruit wine in the wooden cup is around 70 degrees at most, which is just enough to allow the alcohol in the fruit wine to evaporate without causing the water to boil too much.
Seeing that some of the fruit wine had begun to evaporate, I quickly stretched out my hands.
With the brilliance of wind magic flickering, all the evaporated wine vapor on the wooden cup was wrapped up by my breeze technique, and slowly rotated on the wooden cup.
The wine vapor evaporates more and more, and the swirling air mass on the wooden cup becomes thicker and thicker.
After I felt that the gas evaporated from the wooden cup could no longer smell the alcohol, I nodded to Xin.
Xin brought a new wooden cup and placed it under the wine steam ball. As I poured ice magic into it to cool it, the solidified alcohol slowly flowed into the wooden cup.
After the wine vapor ball in my hand had completely cooled down, I picked up the wooden cup and smelled it in front of my nose.
Well, yes, according to previous experience, the alcohol concentration here is almost the same as that used for disinfection.
I brought a small wooden cup over, took some and handed it to Xin: "Try how it tastes."
Xin opened his small mouth, took a slight sip, his face turned red instantly, and he spit out everything he drank.
I quickly dodged the wine that Xin spit out, and then asked: "How is it? Is it strong enough?"
"This wine will never be sold among the elves." Xin said painfully, covering his throat and coughing.
"As long as it can win over the drunkard outside, it doesn't matter if it can be sold." I took a wooden cup and tasted a little, then said.
Well, the elven fruit wine actually has a strange taste after being concentrated, which is very good.
Why does the scenery around me seem to be shaking after drinking? (To be continued.)
