774 772 Liquor Gods Favor (1/2)
Queen O'Falve turned to Fran again after also exchanging greetings with the Corberts.
”Hmmm...... kun”
He's moving his nose. also, could it smell? No, no, I take a bath every day, and I purify my gear, okay? You should be fine.
It's just that after watching Orfalv's attitude, for some reason, he started twitching to the Dwarves who were holding him back, right?
Until then, I was so jittery behind the queen without changing one expression... Now he's got his nose rough as he looks at Orfalv and Fran with a flicker on his side.
”What's going on?
”It's Fran. Lord, have some booze... don't keep that pretty good booze too!
Let your eyes shine and scream like that. Definitely, it would be about the ancient liquor of the elves.
But how did you know?
”Why?”
”Ha ha! You can't delude my nose!
Wow, you're saying you got the smell of the liquor that was only marginally left in Fran?
”You mean this?
”Nooooooooo!
The moment I saw the bottle that Fran casually removed, Orfalv screamed outrageously.
It's a startling look, as if the majestic attitude was a lie until then. Staring at the liquor bottle Fran holds with that face, he's shaking with a pull. There are no pieces of majesty.
”Oh, that's... Let, elf liquor with the fruit of the holy tree...... And pretty old, huh?
I just said it when I saw it.
”300 years old.”
I heard Fran's words. I could see the surrounding Dwarves rattling their throats with cockroaches. Orfalv and the escorts are not the only ones.
Soon, the soldiers watched this one faraway. The eyes of all dwarves are concentrated in the liquor bottle.
When Fran gently moved the liquor bottle to the left and right, their gaze also moved simultaneously. It's an unusual sight, but it's strange because with all this movement, it looks a little funny.
”Chi, by the way...... Aren't you going to sell me that liquor? It's going to cost me 3 million gold. What do you say?”
Mecha expensive. But I guess that's all it's worth to Dwarf.
”I'd really like to get more out...”
No, no, no, no more... No matter how old and scarce it was, it's three million, right?
But Orfalv's face is serious. Neither do the other Dwarves look surprised by the 3 million words. Rather, it was a natural face.
”Under national law, it's up to three million.”
”What do you mean?
”For Dwarves, booze is the water of life. Naturally, I would like to have a good drink.”
”Mmm.”
”If you're a king, there's a lot of money to make you move...”
Dwarves are said to have less appetite, less financial appetite than other races.
It's not like there's no greed. Racially workaholic, they just crave a satisfying job and the tasty booze that follows.
Craftsmen, it's not uncommon to put all the money you earn from your work into booze. And if you want good liquor, it costs a lot of money.
In addition to being rare, there would not be a cap on the price if it became something that was aged for a long time.