"Listen! These two guests are my friends. Come to our mountain dwarfs to hire blacksmiths."

"This noble young master of humanity will give you high rewards and treatment. If anyone of you is willing to work in human territory, you can come to my place to sign up!"

The patriarch Ohmhulk is quite prestigious. It didn't take long before at least thirty dwarf blacksmiths gathered.

But how to say it, the dwarf blacksmiths gathered were very impatient with his remarks.

"Go to work in the human territory? If you don't go, you won't go. Humans are so sinister and cunning. What if they cheat my reward?"

"Just just to find me for this little bit of trouble? My weapons are only halfway through. Can you afford to pay?"

"That's to say, who will work for humans? What are you talking about? "

The start was very unfavorable.

The dwarfs had a low impression of humans. After hearing Ohmhulk's words, they immediately made a noise and prepared to part.

Look at this attitude... it's really a bit difficult.

“It’s all quiet!”

Ohmhulk saw the performance of the tribesmen, which actually made him very proud because it was exactly in line with his expectations.

But the problem is that the elf maid's gaze on the side became worse and worse, which immediately made him shudder unconsciously.

The most difficult thing to mess with in the team back then was that the quirky Mary ranked first, and the sharp-eared Elu could be ranked second. And once these two women got together, the destructive power generated would increase exponentially.

If you are hated by this pointed ear, you will definitely not feel good.

Under such circumstances, Ohm Hulk, as the patriarch, must not let his clan members be so disrespectful!

"I said, these two are distinguished guests of our mountain dwarf tribe! Whether you are willing to work for them or not, at least you have to listen to what others say, right?"

Look, I have done everything I can, and the next is your time to play.

If no one is willing to follow you, then I won’t blame you for being on the head, right?

"Hello, everyone, let me introduce myself. My name is Lynn Lelick, Winterling from St. Griffin's Golden Kingdom. I'm very happy to see you here."

The elf maid saw the dwarf's head's eyes, and Lin Neng took a closer look.

So he knew very well that at this moment, he must not be afraid!

If you are afraid, all your previous efforts will be wasted!

He coughed lightly and sorted out his words. In front of these more than thirty dwarf blacksmiths, Lynn spoke very elegantly and decently.

"As the leader of Omhulk said, we came to hire the blacksmiths of the nobles this time to visit the mountain dwarfs."

"I know that because of some human behavior, the dwarfs do not trust us."

"But it doesn't matter, I will prove with practical actions that we are the best partners."

At this moment, Lynn's expression was extremely sincere, coupled with his harmless handsome face, which gradually calmed down the originally noisy dwarves.

No matter what else, at least this young and handsome noble young master looks quite polite.

Since that's the case, let's continue to listen to what he said first.

"Just just now, the patriarch of Ohmhulk talked about the issue of rewards and said that the dwarfs do not need money. They only need strong liquor, which can make strong liquor food, and enough iron ore."

"I will first say that because our Winterling has dug a large enough iron ore, the ore can definitely ensure sufficient amount."

"The second is wine and grain. The nobles want grain, which is ultimately for making wine, so in the end, they still have to return to the word "wine."

"When I talk about wine, I have to say it carefully!"

The words of Lynn attracted the attention of all the dwarves, including the dwarf leader beside him.

Especially when it comes to the word "wine", all the dwarves raised their ears together.

What does he want to say?

Could it be that this wine...is there any other way to say it?

"Wine is not a specialty of my Wintercorn, and there is reason to believe that the ordinary wines of our humans are not as good as those of your dwarfs."

"But I just heard that the Dwarf clan seems to like strong wine very much. I'm right, isn't I?"

Lin Neng's words aroused the curiosity of all dwarves, so his current problem undoubtedly made the dwarf leader nod subconsciously.

"Of course! We dwarves do not drink strong wine! The wine of you humans is as different from water to us!"

The dwarfs' spirits are the most proud specialty of the dwarves. Now that they are mentioned, the dwarfs' chiefs are naturally full of pride.

"That's a coincidence. Recently, I also got a batch of strong liquor, but it was unacceptable because it was too strong."

"I just don't know... can you dwarfs drink my spirits!"

After hitting so much in advance, Lynn finally got to the point.

Not only that, at this moment, he also looked around with a provocative look, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Such a scene immediately made the dwarves unable to bear it!

"Just! There is no strong wine in this world that our dwarves cannot drink!"

Not to mention the dwarf blacksmiths opposite, the dwarf leader next to Lynn was the first to explode!

What?

Are you questioning that we dwarves can't drink strong alcohol?

What is the difference between you and those who have a big mouthful of meat with sharp ears?

Who can tolerate this?

"Oh yell? Then we have to try it."

The dwarf leader took the initiative to get on the trap. What else can I say?

Lynn is just waiting for this!

"Then let's try it. If the spirits in my hand can be accepted by you, and if anyone of you wants to come to me, Winter, to get the job, I can pay the spirits as a reward."

With a raised hand, Lynn took out a bucket of wine like a magic trick.

That's right!

It's a bucket!

And it is pure grain soju with an alcohol content of 50 degrees Celsius, with a barrel of five liters, and a price of 300 points per barrel!

It’s not that Lynn doesn’t have more expensive wine in his hand, but that he doesn’t have to take it out at all.

In fact, even if he took out the Feitian Moutai, would these dwarves know how to appreciate it?

It doesn't exist!

Pure grain soy wine is enough!

"You're... wine?"

"What are you kidding! This is clearly water!"

Lynn took out such a barrel of wine out of thin air, which immediately made the dwarf chief's eyes lit up, but then he looked at the barrel of wine, but he immediately showed an angry look.

There is no reason, just because the so-called strong wine is as clear as water and there is no impurities at all.

Do you think we dwarves are all a bunch of sticks?

We can’t tell what wine is and what water is?
Chapter completed!