"Thank you, my lord."
"No, it should be this lord who thanks everyone present. It is because of you that my Sandy territory has been able to develop better."
o(^▽^)o
After saying this, Ron was silent for a while. The dwarf elders below continued to talk about the magic crystal carriage, and Ron paused for a moment before saying, "Someone, bring up the wine."
Upon hearing the mention of wine, the dwarves indeed stopped talking about anything else and fell silent. At this moment, the fifth elder of the dwarves, Stilwell, seized the opportunity and whispered, "The lord has brought new wine."
"What new wine?"
...
Ron ignored the whispers. The servants of the lord's manor brought up five bottles of new wine, each with a different flavor, though the taste was still far from perfect.
There were five servants from the lord's manor, each with a purple crystal bottle on their tray.
At least the amethyst bottle looks decent.
Packaging is important. Ron has other uses for it, so he certainly knows how to get the magic crystals.
Ron stood up and walked down the steps. At fourteen, he wasn't exactly small among dwarves, but Sandy Territory was full of tall human warriors...
Thinking of something, Ron picked up one of the bottles of wine.
He gestured to the male attendant with his eyes.
He stepped aside.
Even the male servants in the lord's manor are quite dashing now, so Nika, Vivian, and the others are focusing their attention on other unimportant matters. ╮(╯▽╰)╭
Of course, Ron's inner quarters still only had two maids, Vivian and Marsa.
Ron, accompanied by four other male attendants, glanced at the dwarven elders beside him and smiled as he opened the bottle cap.
As soon as the amethyst cap was opened, a rich aroma of alcohol wafted out; this bottle of Ron's was currently the best cocktail available.
In the past, the methods of brewing and mixing wine were not very clear, but in the Oran Continent, some magic potions can be added appropriately during the wine mixing stage. Sufficient time is required for preparation and mixing, and a bit of luck is also needed to make a good wine.
The value of purified wine increases exponentially when a small amount of magical potion beneficial to cultivation is added.
The moment the bottle was opened, the aroma of the wine made the elders tense, all staring intently at what Ron was holding. The dwarves also noticed the wines of the other four servants.
"What kind of wine is this? It smells so strong!"
(⊙_☉)
"How is that possible? I can smell such a strong aroma of alcohol from this far away. Wouldn't it be wonderful to take a sip?"
"I have never tasted the wine that the lord is holding. I really want to try a sip."
"..."
The dwarves had differing thoughts, and Ron rarely saw the dwarven elders collectively lose their composure—all because of the alcohol!
Ron continued to smile. He didn't drink much; he just knew the dwarves liked it, and that was enough. To motivate people, you just needed to know what they wanted...
He approached the dwarf elders with the new wine in his hand:
"How about it, would you like some? This lord will allow one of you to try it first."
"Who's coming?"
"..."
“I am Nors, the Great Elder of the Eight Tribes. You must respect your elders, you know?”
"What? Do you know why the lord brought new wine today? It's all because of my Fifth Elder, Stilwell. Make way, let me go first."
"..."
With a sigh of helplessness, and to avoid hurting the harmony among his companions, Ron decided to give it to Elder North first.
Elder North had barely taken the wine when he hurriedly swallowed it in one gulp, clearly intending to hog it all; it should have been shared in small cups...
Ron had this idea, but it seemed the others would find the Grand Elder's expression quite interesting.
Sure enough, after the elder drank the new wine, a burning sensation appeared in his throat, and his face, which was already flushed from drinking, turned even redder.
Dwarves are known for their incredible capacity for alcohol.
They usually drink wine by the jar, though they can wait a long time before drinking another jar. This time it was just a small bottle of wine, yet Elder Nors was already slightly drunk.
With his flushed cheeks and slightly tipsy voice, he said, "Good wine, Elder Norse, what did I drink before!"
"This is what wine is!"
(ˊ????? ? ?????ˋ)
"..."
Later on, North's speech became somewhat slurred, and those present could not hear him clearly.
One thing is certain: as expected, the wine is truly excellent.
The dwarves looked at the remaining bottles, their eyes gleaming.
Ron realized the problem: there were five different types of wine, not enough for the seven elders!
Ron said, "Um, wait a minute, bring out the glasses, let's all share."
"My lord, why don't we drink it first?"
"Fine! Whatever you say."
...
The scene was unbearable to watch, but thankfully, Ron ordered someone to bring another batch of wine from the new winery. The two elders who hadn't gotten any wine before were given priority in the second batch.
Ron returned to his lord's seat, surrounded by dwarven elders who held wine bottles in their hands.
Ron had tried it before, and while the liquor was strong enough, it wasn't fragrant enough! Why were the dwarven elders behaving this way? He could only conclude that the ancient texts were indeed true; the dwarves loved strong liquor.
The wine had already been drunk, and the dwarf elders were surprised to find that the potion wine made their bodies feel as if they were enveloped by various elements.
A concept unknown to them, every cell seemed to be cheering with joy!
This fine wine can even enhance one's cultivation progress!
After a long while, the elder, who had finally sobered up a bit, stepped forward and replied to Ron: "Lord, this wine is well worth the magic crystals!"
Ron laughed and said, "Yes, it should be worth a few magic crystals. I will hold the first Sandy Territory Auction, and then we will know how many magic crystals it is worth."
Elder North, who had been drinking first and was now more sober after absorbing elements, seemed quite embarrassed.
"My lord, how about I offer you my master-level magic robe as payment for the magic crystals we use for drinking?"
The other dwarf elders followed suit.
"My lord, I have forged a level 10 magic sword these past few days."
"I have a level nine earth and fire dual-element shield..."
"..."
Ron interrupted them, saying that the dwarves had always believed in giving weapons in one hand and food and wine in the other, and they really didn't want to take advantage of anyone, but those transnational merchants...
Never mind, it's all just biographical accounts and my own reasoning in the book.
Ron raised his voice and said, "You don't need to contribute magic crystals; I, the lord, will give them to you. However, I have one request, and I hope you can agree to it."
"Please speak, my lord!"
"My lord, from this day forward, I, Stilwell, will obey your every command. You can order me to beat whomever you want, as long as you give this elder a drink!" ヾ(′ _ ` )??\\u0027-\\u0027?
"..."
He agreed, but then the dwarf elders took him somewhere else entirely.
Ron said, "From now on, the Lord's Mansion will allocate a portion of the new wine as a reward for the dwarf tribes! Starting today, any dwarf who makes significant progress in forging and creates something new will be awarded the new wine."
"Forged magical items can be graded by specialized appraisers, and passing the standards will immediately reward you with new wine. In addition, master blacksmiths have a fixed monthly supply of new wine, and when the brewery produces new wine, master blacksmiths have priority to try it..."
"..."
There were a lot of treaties. Normally, the dwarves might be dozing off, but right now they were all full of energy and didn't look drunk at all.
Before he knew it, he had been cultivating with his soul for a while, and the alcohol had sobered him up a bit.
Dwarves don't have much of a concept of spirit or mental power; they just feel that directing their energy in a certain direction will make them feel more comfortable!
The laws of nature, however, are also a superior way to train a warrior's body.
Ron even spent quite some time studying the evolution of talents among various races in the library...
As the dwarf chieftains were leaving, Ron instructed them, "Go back and encourage your dwarves to hone their skills and reach the level of master blacksmiths as soon as possible. For every master blacksmith you train, there will be plenty of new potion liqueur!" └(￣ ￣└)(┘￣ ￣)┘
"Yes, sir!"
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