Chapter 793 Throwing at the Door
"Miscalculated!"
Gervis originally wanted to expand his influence as much as possible, so there was no restriction that only dwarves could participate in the competition.
But in fact, this is also related to his current net worth.
As a multi-millionaire, he has forgotten what 10,000 gold coins represent. This is a sum that an ordinary person cannot earn in a hundred lifetimes.
But now this is the dream of everyone in the City of Hope.
Of course, Gervis was not worried that the ten thousand gold coins would be won by someone else. Even if they were really won by someone else, as long as the reputation of Hellfire Wine spread, it would all be worth it.
He is now worried that there are too many people coming and there is no way to accommodate so many people.
But they have already come, and many of them have paid dozens of copper coins in city entrance tax to enter the inner city. He can't let them not even have the chance to participate in the competition!
"Thomas! Take your men through the side door to the outer city to buy another fifty barrels of Fiery Wine, and then distill it according to the method I used yesterday! Remember, you must not let outsiders know that we bought this Fiery Wine!"
After thinking for a moment, Gervis made a decision. Since so many people came, he might as well go for the big one. It would just take a little more effort.
However, this will spread the reputation of Hellfire Wine, and by then the dwarves of the entire Holy Alliance will probably be more likely to get the news! Gervis's requirements are not high. As long as he can dig a dwarf blacksmith from each holy city, his Saint Ann City will have hundreds of blacksmiths.
"Yes! Master!"
When no one was around, Thomas always addressed Gervis as "master" in order to highlight his closeness to him.
After hearing Gervis's order, he quickly walked out of the bedroom!
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After getting dressed and washing up, Gervis had a good breakfast first, and then asked the guards to go to the door to notify those who were taking part in the competition to enter the manor in an orderly manner.
Fortunately, this manor is super large. As long as order is maintained, it won’t feel crowded even if tens of thousands of people are crammed in.
Apart from the dwarves, most of those who came to participate in the competition were adventurers, and the name of Gervis was still very intimidating. Under the supervision of a hundred lava beasts, tens of thousands of adventurers all came to the manor and waited obediently.
"Your Majesty! Those who came to participate in the competition have entered the manor!"
Soon, a guard came to the small building and reported to Gervis.
"Okay! Take those eight barrels of Hellfire Wine and follow me!"
Gervis stood up immediately and walked out of the building first.
As soon as he walked out of the small building, Gervis saw the huge crowds of people outside.
At this time, except for the small building square which was specially separated and empty by the guards, the rest of the place extending to the gate was filled with people.
Gervis was a little worried at the moment. He wondered if he would have to have the lawn and garden re-cultivated after the competition.
"Here he comes! He is the God of Death!"
"You look so young! You don't look fierce!"
"Don't judge a person by his appearance. Do you know how many people died at his hands? At least thousands of people, and dozens of them are stronger than the White Flag Knights!"
When Gervis walked out of the small building, the crowd in the front row was in an uproar. When everyone saw Gervis' handsome face, they could not associate him with the notorious killer at all.
Of course, only adventurers care about Gervis's appearance and identity.
When the dwarf saw Gervis coming out, he looked at him with hatred.
After all, the fire wine is not only the favorite of the dwarves, but also the pride of them. As for the title of the strongest wine in the Holy Continent, anyone can grab it if Gervis says so.
This is equivalent to Gervis despising the dwarves' forging skills, which the dwarves cannot accept.
Gervis paid no attention to the crowd's discussions or the dwarf's anger, and with a slight smile on his face he walked to the platform that had been set up to sell potions a few days ago.
"Thank you all so much for coming to participate in the Hellfire Wine Competition!"
"Let me remind you here that Hellfire Wine is the strongest wine in the world. If you participate in the competition, you'd better bring your friends or family with you. Otherwise, if you get drunk later, I will not be responsible for sending you back. I will only drop you off at the gate of the manor!"
Gervis didn't say much and got straight to the point as soon as he took the stage.
"Hmph, God of Killing, you are indeed good at killing people, and we dwarves admit that. But your Hellfire Wine dares to claim to be the best, and we dwarves do not agree with that!"
As soon as Gervis finished speaking, an unhappy rebuttal was heard from the gathering of dwarves.
Gervis looked up and saw more than three hundred dwarves gathered there. He probably thought that these were all the dwarves in the City of Hope.
The dozen or so people standing in the front were obviously of higher status, wearing exquisite armor, as if they were dressed up for a banquet, and behind them were hundreds of dwarves who looked like guards.
The rest were dwarves with slightly rough and dark skin, who were obviously blacksmiths.
"Haha! I wonder if this dwarf is called that?"
Gervis looked at the dwarf standing in the front, who was the one who had just refuted Gervis.
"I am the dwarf's envoy to the Holy Alliance! I have the most noble surname among the dwarves! My name is Quay Osmond!"
When the dwarf messenger heard the question about his surname, he immediately gave his name in a majestic manner.
"It's Prince Quay!"
Osmond is the royal surname of the dwarves. Anyone with this surname must be of royal blood, so Gervis simply called the dwarf "Prince".
"Prince Kui, whether my Hellfire Wine is the best or not, you will know it when you try it!"
"Okay! I won't say any more. The rules are the same as what I said yesterday. You cannot use fighting spirit to dissolve it. Anyone who can drink three pots without getting drunk will get a reward of 10,000 gold coins!"
Bang!
Crash!
As he spoke, Gervis smiled and clapped his hands, and then two guards came to the platform carrying a large treasure chest.
Then he opened the treasure chest directly, and all the bright orange gold coins inside poured onto the high platform.
"Wow!"
Instantly, the crowd around the square was in an uproar. Everyone stared at the platform with wide eyes. The small pile of gold coins was something they had never seen before. They were all swallowing their saliva! "Let's start the competition, starting with your side! Everyone, please keep order, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"
At this time, Gervis finally put away his smile, then pointed to the far left of the crowd and spoke seriously to everyone.
In order to ensure that the Hellfire Wine was shocking enough, Gervis had to pave the way for the dwarves to appear, so that today's competition could achieve the best results! Obviously, those human adventurers were the foreshadowing.
"Ah! I'll go first! This is really great!"
The person standing on the far left immediately showed a happy expression after hearing what Gervis said.
There is only one bonus, and if it goes directly to the dwarves, they are worried that their trip today would be in vain.
The guards immediately opened a gap and allowed the excited adventurer to enter the square.
Although the dwarves were somewhat dissatisfied with Gervis's decision, they did not object in order to test the strength of the Hellfire Wine.
The first person to come on stage was a peak silver adventurer. When he came to the bottom of the platform, the guard quickly handed him a porcelain bowl.
"Why is it so little? Don't you have to drink three pots to get the bonus?"
Looking at the porcelain bowl with less than three sips of wine in it, the adventurer was full of doubts.
"Just drink it. If you don't fall down after finishing these, I'll give you more later!"
The guard who handed over the wine was the one who had received the reward from Gervis yesterday and had the honor of drinking the Hellfire Wine. At this moment, he looked at the adventurer in front of him with a smile and said.
"oh!"
The adventurer felt that the guard's smile was a little creepy, and his body couldn't help but shudder.
But fortunately, he had nothing to worry about as he was under the spotlight.
He immediately took the porcelain bowl and put it to his mouth.
“Hmm!”
Under the gaze of everyone, the adventurer drank most of the Hellfire Wine in one gulp.
But when the adventurer took a gulp of Hellfire Wine into his mouth, his expression became strange.
It was exactly the same as the guard's performance yesterday, first turning from rosy to pale, and then from pale to red!
"Remember, you can't use fighting spirit!"
The guard's smile grew even brighter, and he gave a gentle reminder.
"Gudong!"
After hearing the guard's 'kind' reminder, the adventurer finally made up his mind and swallowed the Hellfire Wine in his mouth.
Then his face became uglier and uglier, and he began to cover his throat with both hands! One second, two seconds, three seconds... nine seconds, ten seconds...
Bang!
Plop! Ten seconds later, the adventurer began to stagger, and then the porcelain bowl in his hand fell, and the whole person fell to the ground.
Although Hellfire Liquor is only one or two times stronger than Lao Baigan.
But in this strange world, even Fiery Wine is considered the strongest wine, and it is stipulated that the use of fighting spirit is not allowed to neutralize it.
So for these adventurers, one drink will make them pass out, which is more effective than making a donkey faint.
If they were not physically strong, Gervis would not dare to let them try it, otherwise they would die immediately, which would not be beautiful.
"Carry it out! Next one!"
Gervis sat on the soft chair, looked at everyone present with a smile, and then gave an order.
Soon, two guards came forward and carried the drunk adventurer directly towards the gate of the manor.
Suddenly, the audience fell silent. This man was a peak silver knight after all, but how could he not resist even a sip of wine and fell to the ground in an instant.
Everyone was a little puzzled "I'll do it!"
After the silver knight was carried away, a golden knight on the left immediately spoke up and wanted to step forward.
The guard didn't say anything and let him in.
When the golden knight came to the foot of the platform, the guard who served the wine smiled and handed him half a bowl of Fiery Wine.
However, this time the porcelain bowl has been replaced with a wooden one.
"Gudong!"
The golden knight took the wooden bowl without saying a word and drank it in one gulp! "It's so strong!"
The golden knight's expression instantly changed after drinking the Hellfire Wine. After about ten seconds, he staggered and uttered two words.
Plop! Then the golden knight also fell to the ground! "This..."
"Could it be poison? How come even the Golden Knight fell down in just ten seconds?"
"Yes, I know this adventurer. He often drinks in a tavern. He won't get drunk even if he drinks a pot of dwarven fire wine!"
If the first adventurer collapsed so quickly because he couldn't drink, everyone could still accept it.
But this second golden knight was a regular at the tavern, and many adventurers knew him. When they saw him fall down so quickly, they all wondered if he had drunk poison.
"Bud, bring me a bowl of wine!"
Gervis also heard the discussions of the people below, and in order to prevent anyone from daring to come up to compete, he immediately gave an order to the guard.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
After hearing this, the guard immediately took a clean porcelain bowl and scooped out a bowl of Hellfire Wine from the wine barrel.
"His Majesty!"
Then the guard handed Gervis a porcelain bowl filled with Hellfire wine!
"Gudong! Gudong!"
Gervis took the porcelain bowl, without saying anything, he lifted the bowl and gulped down the liquid in public.
clang!
After drinking the wine in the porcelain bowl, Gervis threw the bowl directly on the ground in front of him.
At this moment, the discussion in the field immediately stopped. The God of Death drank a bowl of it himself. Anyone who said it was poisonous was just asking for trouble.
"Is there no one who wants to take these 10,000 gold coins? If you want to take them, hurry up, or I will let the dwarves come forward to compete!"
Gervis glanced down and urged with some dissatisfaction.
"Yes, of course I want it! I'll do it! I'll do it!"
Hearing Gervis' words, the people below felt nervous, and someone immediately shouted and walked out of the crowd.
So, Gervis continued to lean back in his chair leisurely.
The following competition was on track, with adventurers coming forward one by one to compete.
However, basically no one could last more than ten seconds. One came up and fell down one after another.
Gradually, hundreds of drunkards gathered outside the gate of Welton Manor, which attracted the attention of some passers-by who did not understand the situation.
Fortunately, there were several guards on duty nearby, so no one dared to approach to 'pick up bargains' or anything like that!
As time went by, the number of people at the manor gate continued to increase.
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... six hundred, eight hundred...
Faced with such a spectacle, many people even gathered outside the manor, speculating on what had happened inside and why so many adventurers came out in a coma.
At the same time, he was speculating how many more people would be carried out later.
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"God of Killing, you human adventurers are too weak! How about letting our dwarven warriors try a few first?"
The attempts of more than 800 people took more than an hour, and the group of dwarves finally couldn't wait any longer.
Their initial disdain for Hellfire Wine had slowly turned into curiosity, with a hint of excitement.
After all, whether it was the Silver Knight or the Gold Knight, they all fell down in about ten seconds.
The four or five White Flag Knights were the ones who drank the fire wine the longest.
The four or five white flag knights all persisted in drinking three bowls of wine, which lasted for more than a minute.
But the result was of course the same. In the end, he was carried out by the guards and dumped on the street.
"Okay! Now that Prince Kui has spoken, please let the dwarf brothers take the stage first!"
Gervis also felt that the groundwork was almost complete. More than 800 people had already fallen. No matter which holy city it was, Hellfire Wine would surely become famous in the future.
Now is the perfect time for the dwarves to give it a try and push this reputation to its highest peak.
The previous article has been slightly modified to say that "the effect of Hellfire Wine is several times stronger than that of Lao Baigan!"
If it is similar to Lao Baigan, I'm worried that it would be a bit unreasonable!
Thanks to "Panda No. 3" for the reward!!!
(End of this chapter)
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