Locke happily returned to the 'Forgetting Sorrows Inn'. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He had never been happier than he was today since the crossing.

Having come into contact with the people he wanted to meet and finding a career to fight for, Locke was simply full of energy, that is, let him join the Knights of the Silver Hand now, and he would immediately pack up his things and leave.

He just wants to have a good drink today, get drunk!

In the afternoon, there was no one at the bar of the hotel, and the time was not yet.

"Hey! Jarvis Hughes, bring me a big glass of dwarven spirits! Locke grinned on a bench in front of the bar, looking down the hall around him, looking for someone to share his joy with.

However, the time was too early, and there was no one around who could share the joy.

"Yes sir, a glass of dwarven spirits." Hughes bent down to pour a drink under the bar.

"Hey! Generous sir, there must be something to be happy about when you look happy, so why don't you invite me, an old dwarf, to a drink and celebrate together. ”

Gillam didn't know when, but sat down next to Locke, tilting his head and looking at Locke expectantly.

Locke, who was about to drink alone, was startled by the figure next to him.

"Of course it's no problem, tonight, I'll pay for the wine you drink." Locke looked at the dwarf and patted his chest.

"Hughes! Hughes! Did you hear it, this generous gentleman said that he would pay for all the wine I drank tonight! Hear no! Fast! Give me a dwarven stout first! I'm going to have a drink tonight! ”

Gillam happily patted the wooden planks of the bar with a snapping sound.

"Oh, I have to say, you're such a generous and nice person, would you like a bottle of wine? Dwarven stout! Guaranteed to make you feel refreshed! ”

Locke couldn't help but be amused by him, it seems that the dwarves are indeed a race rich in drunkards and master blacksmiths.

"As a beneficiary, I don't know the name of your generous and good man." Gillam then thought to ask Locke's name.

"Rock Harvey, from Tranquility." Locke looked at him, introducing himself.

"Gillam Ale, from a family of winemakers, oh, speaking of my family, I have to say, our family is the greatest winemaking family on the planet, our family makes the Thunder Ale like no other in the world, do you know the Karanosre Liquor Factory? That's our family business! ”

"Sir, your dwarven spirits, Girham your dwarven stout, I have to say you're a lucky guy." Hughes finished what he was doing and chatted across from the two.

"Hughes, that's why, I've been able to travel throughout the Eastern Kingdoms and come to Lordaeron." Gillam said with a smile on his face.

Knock knock, Gillam drained an entire glass of dwarven dark beer in one gulp, and he touched the beer foam on his face, his face glowing red with excitement.

"Ah~ Dwarven Stout, I swear by the beards of all the men in the Ale family, it doesn't taste as good as Thunder Ale!"

"Hughes, bring me another glass of fragrant honey!" The dwarf waved his arms excitedly.

"Locke, do you know wine?" The dwarf pointed to the wine glass in his hand.

Wine? Locke shook his head, he didn't know, he rarely drank in his previous life, and his father was strict in this life, and he didn't drink much.

Dwarf Gillam begins to taunt his winemaking culture, while Hughes listens to his stories with interest.

"The liquor in the continent of Azeroth can be roughly divided into the following three categories according to the raw materials of winemaking: grain brewed wine, fruit brewed wine, and other material wine."

"And what we dwarves are best at is making grain wine, such as ale wine."

The dwarf smacked for a moment, then continued.

"The biggest difference between fruit wine and grain wine is that grain wine needs to add yeast, while fruit wine does not use yeast, and the elves who mainly use this kind of wine are to add water to the fruit and then place it in a cool place in the tree hole to settle slowly, and after a few years, you can get the best fruit wine."

"That's a great wine." A large amount of saliva remained at the corner of Gillam's mouth, and he put down the wine glass in his hand and wiped it.

"It may also be because fruit wine does not use yeast, so its intensity is not as strong as grain wine on average. But there is also a strong liquor. ”

"For example, Silvermoon City's Daylight Aging is one of the representative works, I was lucky enough to meet a High Elf adventurer, and I exchanged Daylight Aging for him, and I actually fell asleep for a day!" Gillam missed, "If I had the chance, I would still like to give it a try." ”

"The most important thing in the process of making fruit wine is the use of water, and the Night Elves are different from the Blood Elves in this regard, for example, the Night Elves will add a small amount of moon well water to their wine, so that the wine will have a faint moonlight. This is how the moonlight wine we can see during the Spring Festival is made in this way. Blood Elves, on the other hand, add bloodberry juice to their wine, so that their wine has a bright red color that is very beautiful. ”

Locke drained the wine in his hand in one gulp and motioned for Hughes to be full, he never thought that the wine culture here was so deep.

"Compared to our dwarven spirits, fruit wines do not open the barrels immediately after the brewing, and the winemakers will take a longer time to let the aromas of the barrels slowly melt into the wine, and at the same time allow the impurities of the wine to settle. After a few years, the wine is removed from the barrel and lightly burned over a low heat so that it does not spoil quickly, so that it is made into a fine fruit wine. ”

"Hey, Locke, how about we have a drink!" The dwarf suggested to Locke.

Locke gladly accepted that today was indeed a day to be happy about.

"For Kazmodan! For the sake of Thunder Ale! For the generous Mr. Rock Harvey! Dwarf Gillam and Locke slammed their glasses, and he drank them all in one gulp.

"We dwarves seem to have a natural talent for making grain wine, as if every dwarf is born with a deep affection for this wine."

"Just like the dwarven spirits you just drunk, including our factory's signature product Thunder Ale, and our Black Iron cousin's Black Rock beer, they are all very representative grain wines."

Gillam drank another glass of wine as he spoke, and Locke had to remind him not to get drunk, the wine culture was not finished yet, and he was still talking about it interestingly.

"Don't worry, there's no wine here that can get me drunk." Gillam shook the wine from his yellow beard on his chin and continued.

"In fact, the essence of the grain wine brewing method lies in the time of feeding. After the first brewing, grain wine continues to be filled with ingredients. Generally, every 50 days, 3 times in a row, each time the material is added more than before. The result is an ale with a very intense color and a more mellow taste. ”

"It is precisely because of the careful selection of ingredients and the very good control of the dosage that the well-known amber wine can be made with the pure color of amber."

"But that's not the strongest!" Gillam sold off.

"What is it?" Hughes asked curiously, for the first time in so many days, Gillam, a dwarf, had taken out so many dry goods.

"The strongest of the grain wines is the Saffron spirits!"

"I only know a small part of how this sake is made. Legend has it that this sake was originally brewed for the fire elemental to drink, and ordinary people would be set on fire all over their bodies when they drank it. But this is just a legend, I haven't tasted it myself, and if Locke accidentally buys it on your next adventure, be sure to bring me two bottles. ”

Giram smacked his lips and took a sip of the wine from his glass.

"Locke, do you want to drink Storm Spirits?" Gillam suddenly said mysteriously to Locke.

Seeing the dwarf Gillam so mysterious, Locke was also aroused.

"I haven't drunk it, what's wrong? Does that mean anything special? ”

"This wine is very special, I once met a panda man during my adventure in the wetlands, and he gave me some storm spirits, this wine has magical power in it, and I drank it in my mouth."

Dwarf Gillam clicked his lips and swallowed hard to swallow a mouthful of foam.

"Let you have an endless aftertaste~" Gillam's eyes lost focus and fell into the taste of fine wine.

Locke didn't interrupt him, "But there shouldn't be such a bar here?" ”

Who knew that Gillam heard a mysterious smile, "Yes, I still sold it." ”

After speaking, his face was a little embarrassed, and he couldn't see anything on his already red face.

"After traveling through most of the countries of the Eastern Kingdom, I came here, and I encountered a scourge of the undead, so I had to stay here, and gradually I lost my financial resources, so I had to sell my wine, and here it is!"

Locke understood, he wanted to drink, he wanted to buy it for himself, it seems that the price of wine is not cheap!

Why does this guy make so many curves, doesn't it mean that dwarves are simple and honest people?

Locke looked at the old face of the dwarf Giram with a smile and asked.

"Hughes, is there any storm spirit?"

"Yes, sir, but the price of this wine is not cheap." Hughes reminded Locke.

"Two glasses~" Locke waved his hand.

Storm spirits, made by the pandaren? Could it be Chan Storm Spirits?

Soon, two large glasses of wine emitting the white mist were placed on the table.

"This wine, a glass costs dozens of gold coins." Hughes was afraid that Locke would be deceived by the dwarves and told Locke.

Money? It's not money that I'm lacking the most...

"And the final ingredient is too much and too miscellaneous, made from various animal organs, and some are made directly with magic, and it is like the storm spirit in our hands now." Gillam held the wine glass in his hand aloft.

"It's a wine made from the contents of various animals, and of course I haven't actually made it, that's what the pandaman adventurer told me."

"So now, what are we waiting for?" Locke raised his glass and shouted, "Cheers! For Lordaeron! For the Light! For the Crusaders! For the Storm Spirits! ”

"Cheers! For good wine! Gillam jumped in his chair and raised the Storm Spirits in his hand to smash the glass in Locke's hand.