Chapter 795: Heading to the Sky City
"Wow! The Prince of the Dwarves is here in person!"
“I don’t know if I can win!”
Seeing the dwarf prince come in person, the surrounding adventurers all exclaimed in surprise.
But unfortunately, Gervis was not going to let them see the scene of Quay falling to the ground.
He wanted to make Hellfire Wine famous, but his main purpose was to win over the dwarves and get them to come to Saint Ann City to open blacksmith shops.
If this dwarf prince Kui were also drunk today, the dwarves would lose all face in the Holy Alliance.
At that time, let alone winning them over, I guess if we didn't make a big enemy of them, it would mean that they were broad-minded.
So, after Quay entered the venue, Gervis stood up and went straight to the bottom of the stage.
"Prince Kui, as the organizer of today's competition, it is my honor to have you here!"
"However, you are of noble status, so there is no need for you to compete in person. How about we go to the back to discuss it?"
Gervis came up to Kui and greeted him with a smile.
"Your Excellency the God of Death, this concerns the reputation of our Dwarven Firebrew. I feel that I must participate in this competition!"
Kui's cultivation is at the peak of the Black Flag. Although he is the weakest among the dwarf princes, his alcohol tolerance is half a point stronger than Tierui's.
So when he heard Gervis' words, Kui did not appreciate it and was determined to compete in person.
When Gervis heard this, he thought that these dwarves were indeed stubborn. If he hadn't wanted to save some face for the dwarves, he really wouldn't have tried to persuade them. But who told him to covet their blacksmithing skills?
"In that case, Prince Kui, why don't you drink a bowl with me first and then consider whether to compete or not!"
This Kui's alcohol tolerance is definitely better than that of Tie Rui just now, Gervis can see that.
But the problem is that by the third pot, every extra sip becomes a limit.
Gervis dared to conclude that without the cultivation of the Red Flag Knight, no one except himself could withstand three pots of wine, and this Kui was no exception.
"good!"
Although Kui has the usual stubborn character of a dwarf, he is well aware of the ways of the world as he was sent to the City of Hope as an envoy.
This God of Death is now a well-known figure in the Holy Alliance. If I reject such a proposal, it would be too disrespectful to him.
At worst, I can finish this bowl and continue the competition.
"Fill a bowl for me and Prince Quay!"
After Quay agreed, Gervis didn't waste any time and immediately gave orders to the guards.
Then the guard filled each of their bowls.
"Prince Kui, for the sake of friendship between humans and dwarves, I will drink first!"
Gervis picked up the porcelain bowl, put it to his mouth, and began to drink it up.
"For the friendship between humans and dwarves!"
Seeing that Gervis was straightforward, Kui immediately agreed and raised his bowl to drink.
But when he brought the wine bowl to his lips, his body trembled involuntarily.
At this time, Kui had already smelled the rich aroma of the Hellfire Wine.
However, this little action was instantly concealed by Kui, and then he continued to pretend to be heroic and opened his mouth to drink.
"This... How is this possible? How can humans brew such a strong fire wine? Our dwarven fire wine has been improved for thousands of years to reach its current effect!"
The moment the Hellfire Wine entered his mouth, Kui felt mixed emotions, and any little bit of hope he had was ruthlessly shattered at this moment.
He finally understood why the God of Death told him not to participate in the competition.
Because just by drinking this sip, this dwarf prince also estimated his own limit.
Even if he forced himself to finish three bottles of Hellfire Wine, he would collapse within five seconds.
You have to know that the rule of today's competition is that you have to be able to stand after drinking three pots of wine without falling down. You have to at least hold on until you get the prizes and walk down the square!
Otherwise, even if the God of Killing didn't care whether the result was effective or not, those human adventurers would definitely be the first to disagree.
"Gudong, gudong!"
With mixed feelings, Kui drank the bowl of Hellfire Wine in one breath.
It's true, if it weren't for his current position, Kui would definitely yell on the spot: "Good wine!"
"Haha! Prince Kui really has a good alcohol tolerance! Come on, Prince Kui, let's have another bowl!"
Gervis had already been observing the dwarf prince's expression.
When he saw Kui's slightly lost look, he knew that Kui would definitely not compete again, and his goal today was achieved.
It not only allowed the dwarves to witness the power of Hellfire Wine, but also made Hellfire Wine famous.
Of course, now that Quay is still standing in the middle of the field, Gervis still needs to give him a way out.
"OK!"
Kui also knew that Gervis was giving him a way out, so he responded immediately.
Then the two of them picked up the porcelain bowls again and started drinking.
Seeing this scene, the adventurers outside the venue looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering how this good competition turned into a drinking contest between a dwarf and a god of death.
"Prince Kuiyi, we can't enjoy the drinks here without the dishes. Why don't we go to the small building to drink? There are many delicious foods in the small building. What do you think?"
After finishing the second bowl, Gervis continued speaking.
"Of course, thank you for your hospitality, Lord Killer!"
At this moment, Quay's tone became sincere.
In the past, he had only heard that this god of death was decisive and extremely cruel.
But at this moment he discovered that this God of Death was not only famous for his cruelty, but was also an impeccable superior, and he had no choice but to appreciate his tricks.
Originally, the God of Death would have just had a couple of drinks with him outside, which would have been considered giving him enough face and letting him go, but doing so would have inevitably aroused speculation.
But now the God of Death took the initiative to invite him into the small building for a drink. Then it could be explained that the two of them had free and easy personalities and hit it off right away, and forgot about the competition while drinking.
"Then let's go in!"
Gervis heard Kui's attitude and immediately walked into the small building with him, smiling! Then, only a group of adventurers outside the square were left, not knowing what to do.
Now that the God of Killing has left, will the next competition still take place? Everyone looked at the gold coins still piled on the ground on the high platform, and naturally they were reluctant to leave.
"Don't worry, I will host the next competition!"
Everyone's worries were unnecessary. After a few seconds, Thomas walked out of the small building, came to the platform, and then comforted everyone.
"Because there are too many people participating in the competition today! So we will proceed in groups of ten! But everyone must still abide by the rules!"
"Now, let the competition continue!"
After Thomas finished speaking, the competition in the square continued.
This time it was the turn of the adventurers to take the stage.
However, although there were many adventurers, the results were the same.
The adventurers were no match for the dwarves, and their highest record was no higher than being able to drink a jug of wine without getting drunk.
Almost every few dozen seconds, ten people were carried away by the guards and placed at the gate of the manor.
The number of drunken people outside the manor increased, extending for more than a mile.
Fortunately, the events outside the manor had already alerted the Alliance College, and the city guards had been sent to stand guard on this street to maintain order.
Otherwise, with only a few hundred guards like Gervis, it would be impossible to guarantee the safety of these drunkards.
The drinking contest lasted until noon. When three thousand people were lying drunk on the street, no more adventurers dared to try.
Since those who were at a high level and had a good alcohol tolerance had all failed, there was naturally no suspense for these silver knights.
It is better to be a good visitor than to lie in the street and embarrass yourself.
It was well worth spending those dozens of copper coins to be able to witness this unprecedented competition today.
…
Three days later, the dwarf blacksmith Quillard hurriedly drove a carriage to the closed gate of Welton Manor.
"Why is the door closed? Did he leave?"
Seeing the door closed and without a guard holding it, Quillard felt uneasy.
" Hey ! Is anyone here? Is the Lord God of Killing here?"
Although he guessed the possibility, Quillard still walked forward and knocked on the heavy door of the manor without giving up.
“Who is it?”
At this time, the small door on the side of the manor was opened, and an elderly man walked out and asked.
"Old man, is the God of Killing here?"
When Quillard saw the old man, he immediately leaned over and asked.
"Oh! You mean the God of Killing! They left yesterday morning!"
The old man, who was assigned by the Ten Alliance College to be the gatekeeper, answered directly after hearing what Quillard said.
“Let’s go!”
When Quillard heard this, he immediately showed a painful expression.
After drinking the Hellfire Wine that day, he slept until this morning.
Thanks to his strong physique, Quillard naturally had no hangover after waking up. Instead, sleeping for two days after being drunk made him more energetic.
After getting up, the energetic Quillard was ready to continue his blacksmithing career. While forging iron, he naturally picked up the wine jug and poured a mouthful of Dwarven Firebrew into his mouth.
But after taking a sip of the Dwarven Firewine, Quillard discovered that the wine was no longer fragrant.
I drank a whole pot of it in a row and got the same effect.
Quillard found that he could no longer find the excitement he had experienced when drinking dwarven fire wine.
In an instant, the image of Hellfire Wine popped into his mind, with its strong aroma and impactful fiery feeling.
Immediately, Quillard put down the hammer in his hand, drove the broken carriage to the inner city to find the God of Death to buy Hellfire Wine.
At this time, I didn't expect that the god of death had already left.
“What shall I do?”
Quillard turned around and prepared to leave, with a worried look on his face, not knowing what to do. Not having good wine to drink would be the end of him.
"Dwarf Blacksmith, please wait a moment!"
Just after Quillard turned around, he heard the voice of the old gatekeeper from behind him.
"I have a few bottles of wine here that the God of Death left behind. He told me to give five bottles of wine to each dwarf who came to see him!"
When Quillard heard this, he immediately turned around and looked at the old man, only to see that the old man was holding a wine jug in his hand.
Quillard immediately stepped forward and took the wine jug handed to him by the old man.
After taking the wine flask, his nose twitched, and then his eyes lit up! "Hellfire Wine!"
"The God of Killing also said that if you really want to drink this Hellfire Wine in the future, you can go to the Sacred Forest or the Holy Ann City in the God's Falling Land to find him..."
…
"Master, why do you leave the Hellfire Wine for the dwarves for free? We can just go to their doorsteps and ask them to pay for it!"
On the way to the Sky City, Gervis sat leisurely on the back of the giant crocodile, while Thomas sat beside him and asked curiously.
"Thomas! Do you know why I think so highly of you?"
When Gervis heard Thomas' question, he asked Thomas back with a smile.
"I am loyal to my master, and I am also his castle steward!"
Thomas was naturally embarrassed to praise himself, so he immediately responded in a proper manner.
"Because you are a talent!"
"You know what talent is? I highly appreciate your ability to flatter others and your ability to get things done!"
"I don't lack gold coins now, but talents. So I give them wine for free, and then they will remember my generosity!"
Gervais taught Thomas.
“Talent!”
Thomas remembered this sentence deeply.
Of course, the reason he remembered it was because Gervais said he was also a talent!
…
The City of Hope is not far from the Sky City. After two days of travel, Gervis and his party arrived not far from the Sky City.
The Holy Alliance's largest city is well-known for what it is. As it is so close to the Sky City, there is a constant stream of pedestrians on the road.
The huge city wall in the distance that was a hundred meters high and had no visible boundaries shocked Thomas and other uninformed "country people".
As the group slowly moved forward, they finally arrived at the foot of the city wall after more than ten minutes. They needed to look up 90 degrees to see the top.
The gate below the city wall was bustling with people coming in and out, and there was a long queue of people waiting to pay the city entry tax.
There are teams of ordinary civilians as well as teams of merchant caravans entering the city.
Because Gervis and his group had hundreds of people, and there were many carriages and magical beasts, they lined up directly behind the caravan entering the city.
When Gervis and his group joined the long queue, many guards near the city gate kept looking at them.
Because in addition to Gervis's giant crocodile which is particularly exaggerated, the Warcraft Squadron is also rare to see.
I'm afraid no one except the Holy City forces can produce such a team.
But the problem was that Gervis and his group were waiting in line at the back of the caravan.
"Sir, riding monsters is not allowed in the Sky City. Please get off and walk!"
After waiting for a while, when it was finally Gervis and his group's turn, a guard immediately spoke to him in a respectful tone.
"oh!"
After hearing this, Gervis didn't say much. He just nodded and jumped off the giant crocodile.
"How much do we have to pay to enter the city!"
Gervis asked after he got down to the ground.
"Sir, a caravan with more than 300 people but less than 500 people only needs to pay 10 gold coins as a city entry tax!"
"However, we need you to register your information first!"
It was obvious that Gervis and others were not an ordinary caravan. The guards had already seen this and naturally had to ask for details first!
"Oh! No problem!"
Gervis was very cooperative! "Excuse me, sir, which holy city is your caravan from?"
The guard held the registration book and prepared to start registration.
"We are not from the Holy City!"
"Um?"
The guard was stunned! "We are from Stormwind City, not the Holy City!"
Gervis explained with a smile! "Stormwind City?"
After hearing this, the guard thought for a moment, but he couldn't remember where the Stormwind City was.
"Excuse me, sir. Where is Stormwind City located? Which holy city does it belong to?"
If you don’t understand, just ask. The guard continued to ask patiently.
"Well, Stormwind is in the Sacred Forest!"
"The Sacred Forest?"
"Yes, right at the edge of the Sacred Forest!"
"Isn't the Sacred Forest the territory of the elves? Oh, right! It seems that there are really humans there. I heard that their city lord is the God of Death! He is the guardian knight of our Miss Adela..."
The guard looked at Gervis while recalling the information about the sacred forest. As he was thinking, he suddenly found that Gervis seemed familiar and he had seen him before.
Like a wanted warrant or something like that...
"Sir... Your Excellency... I don't know what your name is!"
The next moment, the guard remembered and was a little surprised.
"Grevith!"
Gervis was somewhat helpless. He originally wanted to sneak into the city and give Adela a surprise later, but his identity was exposed at the door.
"Kill God!"
The guard stared at Gervis with eyes wide open in disbelief! (End of this chapter)
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