I put a gold coin on the bar table

"Xin, the same as before." I said to the elf standing inside the bar.

The elf girl in the bar neatly put the wooden cup containing the elven clan's unique fruit wine and a few doughnuts in front of me, and then put away the gold coins in front of me and went back to continue to wipe the bar with a white rag.

This elf bar is one of the few places in the elf clan that can use gold coins to trade, and the elves actually use the primitive method of bartering to trade, and sometimes even give it away, which is simply a cheat.

You can imagine the frustration of being around the elves with my gold coins in my hand looking for a place to trade?

Thankfully, there is a bar that not only serves fruit wine, but also doughnuts made like flour, and I have been able to stay in the elves for so long, and I feel sick to my stomach when I look at the fruit now.

"Hey, Xin, what's going on?" I pointed behind me and said to Xin, who was working in a maid's suit.

"Every once in a while, a caravan from the dwarves and elves comes to trade." Xin, who was wiping the countertop, said casually. "The dwarf who was in charge of trading in the past didn't seem to have something to do, but this time it's such a bastard guy."

"The wine brewed by the elves is not strong enough at all, and they are looking for people to fight everywhere, making the bar a miasma." Xin lowered his head slightly and said with a gloomy face. "Because of this guy, today's turnover is not one-third of the usual, so I just put some medicine in the wine and drag him out of the hall and bury it."

Hey, hey, hey. Is it really appropriate to say this in front of me?

Aren't you afraid to scare me away?

But you can also see how unpopular this dwarf is here.

The vast majority of the elves are very kind, and the dwarves and elves are allies, as long as they are not particularly disgusting, the elves will ignore him at most.

But in front of her, the elf girl who usually has a smile on her face and hums a minor tune is thinking about being poisoned and buried alive, how many angry things has this dwarf done?

"Miss Elf, come, let's have a toast for the sake of friendship!" Suddenly, there was a drunken smell from the side.

When I turned my head, I saw that the dwarf uncle who had just been dancing on the table next to me slipped past me.

"Alas. Humans? "The drunken dwarven uncle saw my face clearly. He smashed his mouth and walked to the side. "How could the sinister and cunning humans be here? What a disappointment! ”

I turned my head stiffly and looked at Xin, who was snickering: "I suddenly understand your feelings." ”

Just as Xin was about to say something, the dwarf uncle's complaining voice came from behind him: "The wine of the elves tastes like water." It's boring. ”

Xin, who was snickering, turned black in an instant, and he could fall out of the water.

Well. As far as I know. The wine in the bar was made by the elf girl in front of her.

"My dwarven warrior Wacker does what he says, if the elves can come up with the wine that poured me, all the goods dragged by our dwarves will be given to the elves!" Just as I was studying how dark the white face in front of me could be. Behind him, there was the drunken cry of the dwarf uncle.

"Hey, what did the dwarves send this time?" I casually asked Xin, who was not far in front of me and seemed to be emitting black aura all over his body.

"All kinds of metal materials." Xin replied with a straight face.

"Oh, what about the value?" I nodded knowingly.

There doesn't seem to be any iron ore mining inside the elves, but from time to time you can see tools made of metal or something, so that's how it came from.

"It's expensive, it's expensive." Xin squatted down and looked for it, took out a large number of bottles and cans, put them in front of him and began to distinguish them one by one.

Hey, you don't really want to poison it, do you?

Looking at Sister Xin's unconsciously powerful and dangerous things in front of me, I was a little scared.

"Hey, I have a way, okay, this bastard is poured down, do you want us to cooperate to pit him." I leaned forward and whispered to Xin who was in front of me. "Didn't he say that as long as he was poured out, he would give the goods to the elves for free? How about we divide it evenly? ”

"The dwarf was right, humans are insidious and cunning." Xin put down the bottles and cans in his hand, looked at me expressionlessly, and whispered to me. "What do you want to do?"

Hey, call me insidious and cunning, what's the matter with you hiding aside to dispense medicine?

If you don't like me for having the ability, don't cooperate with me!

"Didn't this guy say that your wine is not delicious enough, let's condense your wine, you can try it." My eyes rolled, and I said what I had planned.

"Seems like we can try, how do we do that?" Xin thought for a moment, leaned her head over and whispered to me.

At this moment, I felt like the two of us were foxes studying how to steal chickens.

"Do you know fire magic?" Seeing Xin nod slightly, I continued. "Get some wine, let's find a place to try it first."

Xin led me to the cellar behind the barhouse, where the walls around the cellar were filled with barrels of wine.

Xin came to one of the barrels, stuck his head over and sniffed it, then turned to look at me, "You can take this barrel and try it." ”

Wow, that's a lot.

Drag it out and sell it alone, and it is estimated that it can sell for thousands of gold coins.

Looking at this wooden barrel, which can hold more than 100 kilograms of fruit wine, I can't help but stick out my tongue.

"It's too much, let's get some out and test it first." I'll be heartbroken if I take this barrel of wine and experiment with it all, even if it's not mine.

Xin nodded, opened the stopper on the wooden barrel lying horizontally, and poured about 6 liters of fruit wine: "You can experiment with it first, what should we do?" ”

"It's hard, you have to precisely control the temperature of the fire magic, and if the temperature is too high, it will be scrapped." I looked at the oversized wooden cup in my hand and said. "You heat it up slowly, evaporate it, and I'll take care of the rest."

After seeing Xin nod, I put the wooden cup in my hand on the ground, and after signaling Xin to finish, Xin began to slowly use fire magic to heat the juice in the cup.

As the red fire-type magical light emitted from Xin's palm became brighter and brighter, the fruit wine in the cup gradually began to boil.

Oh, I can't tell.

I used to think that when I was chatting with Dean Phyllis, Dean Phyllis said that elves had a higher control over magic than humans, and I thought it was just casual talk.

But I didn't expect Xin to be able to control fire-based magic to such a precise level, comparable to the iron melting furnace I made to separate the Mithril alloy.

In my experience, the temperature of the wine in the wooden cup is at most around 70 degrees, which is just enough to evaporate the alcohol in the wine without boiling the water too much.

Seeing that something had begun to evaporate from the wine, I quickly stretched out my hands.

As the light of the wind magic flickered, all the evaporating wine from the wooden cup was wrapped in a breeze spell and slowly swirled on the wooden cup.

The steam evaporated more and more, and the swirling air mass on the wooden cup became thicker and thicker.

After feeling that the gas evaporating from the wooden cup could no longer smell the alcohol, I nodded to Xin.

Xin brought a new wooden cup and placed it underneath the wine vapor mass, and as I poured ice magic into it to cool it, the solidified alcohol slowly flowed into the cup.

After all the wine vapor in my hand had cooled, I picked up the wooden glass and sniffed it in front of my nose.

Well, yes, according to previous experience, the alcohol concentration in this is about the same as the alcohol concentration used for disinfection.

I brought a small wooden cup over, took a little and handed it to Xin, "How about it taste." ”

Xin opened his small mouth and took a sip slightly, his face instantly turned red, and he spit out all the drinks.

I shrewdly dodged the wine that Xin spat out, and asked, "How's it going, it's strong enough." ”

"This wine will never be sold in the elven clan." Holding his throat and coughing, he said bitterly.

"It's okay to pour down the drunkard outside, it doesn't matter if you can sell it or not." I took the wooden cup and tasted it, and then said.

Well, the elven fruit wine has a wonderful taste after it is concentrated, which is very good.

It's just that after drinking, what are you looking at, and the scenery around you seems to be a little shaky? (To be continued......)