How long has it been since we've been drinking together like this?" Looking at the children playing under the care of Jess and Willy, Nack said to Rhaegar beside him, "Two years, or three years?" Beside them, the wish-fulfilled Tomahawk was desperately pouring two hundred years of wine into his stomach, completely oblivious to their conversation.

"Two years, nine months, and three days," Rhaegar said, "since your territory expanded to border the Kru, you haven't set foot in this civilized area. ”

"Those Krewe are very warlike," Nack said calmly, "and they are strong, and I must deal with them with all my might." His face showed the pride of being a king, "But they are no longer a threat, I have personally defeated their king, and now, they can only huddle in a small corner." ”

"Those ugly things are just a bunch of bugs!" After a hearty drink, Tomahawk finally reluctantly put down his glass and joined the conversation, "They don't have the guts to fight you head-on, they only hide in the shadows and sneak up on you, they spit on the light and are spurned, and I'm glad to have their heads cut off with an axe." ”

"The Kruws are not bed bugs," Rhaegar corrected the dwarves, "they are an ancient race, and in the age of the gods, they once achieved their own glory, and although they are now almost reduced to the same level as the barbarians, their innate ability to hide in the shadows of the 'shadows' and their unique poisons are not to be taken lightly. He paused slightly, held a child who was about to fall and stumble into the distance with his magic hand, and said, "What's more, they have an amazing ability to reproduce, even if you kill them to only one percent of the population, they will be able to return to their original numbers in a dozen years at most." ”

"It's just a bunch of rats," Tomahawk said disapprovingly, "We've encountered monsters worse than this and defeated them, haven't we?" "Looks like we're really going to have to use the wine the dwarves brought at the feast. Looking at the few fine wines left in the jar, Nack said with distress.

"The ceremony is ready," Sono said respectfully, appearing in front of his companions, "Shall we start now?"

In the past few days, neither Rhaegar nor Nack had taken part in the talks about the alliance, but had 'entrusted' everything to his men - as for Tomahawk, including his countrymen, no one expected this dwarf to devote all his 'energy' to wine and fighting to the slightest concern for negotiations, but fortunately, the elders of the clan had already expected this, and he was accompanied not only by the samurai, but also by the most negotiating wise men of the tribe- For them, the talks are nothing more than a form of bringing each other's forces closer together, and even if there is no covenant, as long as they maintain their influence, all the forces at their disposal will be the strongest support for each other. The people involved in the negotiations were well aware of the attitude of their leaders, so they did not 'spend' a lot of time 'on' bargaining as usual, but in just a few days, the representatives of the three races and organizations came to an agreement, and the only thing these leaders had to do now was to sign the covenant that could not be broken by magic, and in order to celebrate this event, the mage tower specially prepared a grand ceremony.

"Today is an extraordinary day for us," Rhaegar said, standing in front of his throne and speaking to the delegates from the three parties at the foot of the steps, "from this day on, from this moment on, we will be the closest friends, and we will no longer be divided by race and region. We bear hardships together, we share joys together, we fight strong enemies together, we win together, and even if this world comes to an end, we will not be separated—but what binds us together is not just that magical covenant, but our hearts for each other, our inseparable friendship!" he raised his glass in his hand, "For friendship!" he shouted.

"For friendship!" the people echoed in unison, raising their glasses as they raised their glasses, whether dwarves or sub-giants, these races of simple nature and incomparably loyal to their allies were deeply moved by Rhaegar's words, as for those mages, after nearly fifty years of rule, no one dared to disagree with the words of the master of the mage tower, and the only thing they could do at this time was to cheer for the words of the master with the others.

The speech also marked the official start of the reception, where people who had known each other for several days of the meeting gathered in groups and threes, enjoying food and wine and talking about topics of interest.

A thin figure quietly appeared at the 'door', and Heim quietly made his way through the crowd, noticing that he had calmly approached Rhaegar and the others.

"You're late," Rhaegar said to his partner with a smile, this alliance meeting was a rare opportunity for the partners to reunite, and Rhaegar had already informed Heim at the same time that the alliance was decided, "If you come a day late, Tomahawk will drink all the Solan." ”

"Let him drink," said Heim with a laugh, "and he'll regret it when his stomach can't hold anything anymore because he's drunk too much." He untied an inconspicuous water bladder from his waist, "Do you want to know why I'm late?" he said, removing the plug from the water bladder.

"What is this?" the tomahawk came to Heim's side with a charge, and eagerly snatched the water bladder from the other's hand, "It smells even better than four hundred years of good wine," he greedily sniffed the scent of the liquid in the water bladder, while looking at the 'spirit' with great eagerness.

"Something you can't imagine," Heim whispered a name with a mysterious smile on his face, "Kotlar." ”

Even a being like Rhaegar who was once a god couldn't help but be moved when he heard the name. It is a wine that would be intoxicated even by the gods, it is not made by artificiality, but by the liquid secreted by some plant, and in the distant age of the gods, a small glass of kotlar was worth enough to cover the entire wealth of a small principality, and it can be called priceless in today's days when the plants that produce this drink are almost extinct.

"How did you 'get' it?" Nack snatched the water bladder from his tomahawk's hand, carefully holding it in his hand to avoid it

The dwarf drank all the precious drink on the spur of the moment.

In the current mortal world, there are only a few places where there are still a few plants that produce Kotrar, and on this continent, only the Oblivion can find traces of this plant.

"You're going to the Forgotten Jungle again?" Instead of the cautious Nack and the dwarves who were annoyed by the sub-giants fighting for custody of the water bladder, Rhaegar didn't focus on Kotlal, he looked at Heim, frowned, and said, "I told you that we have the same goal, but we have to be patient before we do it - we don't have the strength to deal with the master there right now." ”

"It's just a small scout," said Heim, "anyway, we need to 'find out' the strength of our opponents before we actually take action, don't worry, the 'elves' are the children of the forest, and no 'elves' will be in danger in the jungle." ”

"But this is the exception of a jungle with a spirit of thunder and lightning as its master. Rhaegar thought, but didn't say it, he knew very well what his old friend was thinking, and in order to fulfill his wish, Heim had spent almost half of his time 'exploring' the Forgotten Jungle in the past few decades - and the other half of his time preparing for it.

"It's wonderful. With a rare sip, he took a small sip of the Kotlar and slowly swallowed it down his throat, the tomahawk was completely immersed in the wonderful sensation that would make any creature unable to extricate himself, and he stared at the glass of wine he had received with Scrooge's eyes on his last gold coin, hesitated slightly, and then took a sealed flask from his bosom, and without hesitation, emptied the contents of the wine, and filled the remaining Kotlar into it. "I won't touch any other liquor until I've drunk it all. The dwarf said solemnly.

"What a pity," said Rhaegar with a little regret, "I would have liked to give you mine, because I don't really want to drink, but since you plan to keep your share......" He took his glass and drank it down.

This secluded and cozy little room, located at the back of the council hall, was used as a place for important people to rest and discuss matters during major gatherings, such as today's, and is now the perfect place for friends to drink wine that would drive everyone crazy if they took the Kotlar out in public, and there has not been a trace of this wine on the continent for at least five thousand years.

"Thank you for your kindness," Tomahawk glared at the empty glass in Rhaegar with an almost angry gaze, "I hope you don't lose your mind with craving when I taste this incredible wine." ”

"Forgive my presumptuousness," a deep voice rang out in the chamber, "but I don't think he has that chance anymore. "The 'door' of the room with some kind of magic was opened at some point, and several mages appeared at the entrance of the 'door' - in the god of storms, only the deacons had the ability to enter this room, but in order to avoid being disturbed, before entering the room, Rhaegar had ordered the loyal stone man couple of Canna and 'Ruth' to guard outside the 'door' of the room.