However, this wine... is really 'rough', and there is sediment at the bottom of the glass.
Could the white powder that settles at the bottom of the glass be the tartrate powder used to brew this wine?
Li Aili stared blankly at the stone cup in her hand.
Several dwarves surrounded the elf, saying, "I bet you elves wouldn't dare drink our wine."
Leslie and Wendy Shane: "..."
The two elves exchanged a glance, then simultaneously raised their glasses and took a sip.
After that, the "drinking army" all surrounded the minotaur.
However, the "persuasion to drink" team suffered a crushing defeat when faced with the minotaurs whose faces they couldn't even see.
No matter what they say, the minotaurs can always steer the conversation to completely unrelated topics.
"Speaking of drinking, I think of my late mother."
"What? You're asking me what my elderly mother has to do with alcohol?"
"Ah, she often said..."
Li Aili felt her eyelids starting to droop.
Um, is her alcohol tolerance really that low?
Arthur put an arm around Li Aili and said, "Go to sleep. Leave the rest to me."
Leslie suddenly stood up. "There's wine..."
Then, the elven priest collapsed to the ground with a 'thud', just like a limp noodle.
Wendy Shane followed closely behind.
Only Arthur and the 'furry monster' remained in the arena.
The dwarves watched Arthur nervously, as if waiting for him to faint.
Arthur's hand tightened little by little, crushing the thick stone cup in his hand. He lifted his eyelids to look at the dwarf who had brandished his weapon. "You're asking for death."
The minotaur, quick-witted as ever, ran to Li Aili's side. "Your Highness, don't worry about things here! I'll take care of the boss!"
The dwarves attacked en masse.
The minotaur was very considerate. He placed his hand on Li Aili's closed eyelids and muttered, "Oh dear, this is too cruel, too bloody. No wonder His Highness didn't stop you from drinking that wine."
"Ugh~ Damn it, what kind of idiot would hold a banquet to thank their benefactor just because someone from their village was saved?"
Looking at the two bewildered elves again, "tsk..."
A dwarf who had been flung away flew over the head of a minotaur.
Soon, the village square was littered with corpses.
The dwarves collapsed to the ground in agony.
Arthur returned to Ellie's side and, after confirming that his wife was safe and sound, stood up, preparing to 'deal with' the dwarves here.
"They just want some gold coins, they don't mean to harm you." A strange voice came from behind Arthur.
Arthur's eyes suddenly switched to the vertical pupils of a dragon.
Almost the instant he heard the sound, he teleported to Li Aili's side.
A person emerged from the shadow of a stone house.
This person's messy white hair obscured most of their face.
His dirty, old gray linen robe made him look like an ordinary, slovenly drunkard.
However, this 'drunkard' appeared here quietly, and Arthur did not notice him.
Arthur stared intently at the person in front of him. "God?"
The white-haired drunkard cleanly raised his hands, "No, no, no, I'm just a down-on-his-luck traveler who's temporarily staying here and has received a lot of 'care' from the dwarves here."
The man ran his fingers through his messy hair. “Hmm, it seems you have some questions for me.”
“I will answer your questions. In return, can you spare these dwarves? You know, making a living in the dungeons isn’t easy.”
If you don't eat people, you'll be eaten.
The dragon's vertical pupils narrowed slightly. "What if I say 'no'?"
White Hair shrugged. "Ah, then I'll just have to find a new place to stay."
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