The pounding of metal utensils echoed through the brewery, and a stocky figure stood on top of the distillation machine, waving a wrench and shouting at the workers.

"Get moving! You lazy bones, I can do all this work alone when I'm your age! ”

The dark-skinned workers couldn't understand what the grumpy dwarf was shouting, and simply unloaded, polished, cleaned, and installed the parts one by one according to the drawings he had drawn.

Cooper leaned against the metal pipe that connected the distillation machine, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, "It's enough to choke, that dead boy actually told me to work with these wolf cubs, I hate people with developed limbs and simple minds the most!" ”

"Don't complain Cooper, I've got good ears!"

Cooper shuddered at the familiar voice, and turned his head to see Draenor leaning against the handrail and laughing with Lege.

They were talking about the future development of the distillery, and it was clear that there was no way to restore the distillery to its former glory anytime soon, but with the wealth stolen from the tomb of the Great King, it was enough for them to survive until the end of the war.

"To be honest, I'm still going to try to negotiate with the Snowway royal family about supplying alcohol, there are still many villages on the east and west sides, maybe there are some kind of bazaars, and we can start making wine as soon as these machines are repaired. Well...... Anyway, if you can, can you help me bring this letter to the Elder King? ”

Leg set his pipe aside and pulled a yellowed envelope from his bosom.

"I was going to send it a few years ago, but as you can see, the area around Peala has been completely sealed off like a birdcage, and the warriors of the Long King will definitely need drinks when they are fighting, and I have to ask Mr. Draenor to help me with this."

Draenor took the crumpled envelope, they had to be able to get close to the Long King, and the Licors were as fond of rum as the dwarves were with the Prood brand, and it might be a good idea to disguise yourself as a liquor supplier.

After thinking for a moment, he tucked the envelope into his bosom and assured Lege, "Don't worry, I'll try my best, but if you can, please prepare some drinks before we go, I can't go to see your emperor empty-handed, right?" ”

Leg snapped his fingers and smiled knowingly, "I knew you would be willing to help, I've been preparing for today for the past ten years." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the workers around him placed several wooden barrels in front of Draenor, uncorked them, and a rich aroma of wine filled the surroundings.

"Hey! What smells so good? Rum? ”

Cooper's sensitivity to the aroma of wine was a match for Jeanne's sense of smell, and he could be attracted by the aroma of the barrel from a distance of more than ten meters.

Draenor found an opportunity to comfort Uncle Dwarf, and said to him with a deliberate smile, "yes, good rum, how about a couple of drinks when we're done?" ”

Resisting the thirst in his throat, Cooper swallowed a mouthful of saliva, waved the wrench in his hand and shouted to him, "Yes! I'll be done in no time, so don't forget to get me a new pair of boots! I can't go barefoot to work on the train! ”

Draenor couldn't help but laugh at the soles of Cooper's feet, it seems that Spiritwater Town is quite rich at the moment, and he really has to find a way to solve the problem of the dwarf uncle's boots.

"Then let's move on, as I said before, these wines have been preserved for more than ten years. Fresh, clarified sugar cane juice is diluted with water, fermented, and then continuously distilled in these sophisticated stills, and filtered again before the rum is almost formed. Although the whole process can be completed in 12 hours to 2 days, only this rum that has stood up to time can be called a top wine. ”

Leg danced and explained the origin of the drinks to Draenor, and it seemed that the merchant enjoyed the process of making it more than tasting the rum.

"As the first visitor in 10 years, you deserve some privileges, please try the top rum bar we are proud of!"

A worker in overalls opened the top of the barrel, put the glass into the barrel and shook half a glass of translucent rum.

Draenor took the glass handed by the worker, gently rested the rim against his upper lip, and a sweet and rich aroma of wine poured directly into his nostrils. Although he had always thought that rum was a waste of life for hooligans at Eichenryde, now he had to admit that every drink has its own unique beauty.

He saw the anticipation on Lege's face with his peripheral vision, and it seemed that he could only symbolically "taste" it. He craned his neck and swallowed most of the rum in his glass in one gulp, the intense burning sensation spreading through his mouth, and he let out a long sigh as he endured the hot irritation.

"Uh-huh...... Ah, yes, it's worth a try. ”

He thought that a few perfunctory words like this would be able to deal with Leg, but he didn't expect that an even stronger curiosity appeared on the other party's face.

"Worth tasting? It's great that we haven't met a connoisseur in years, so tell us more about how you're feeling right now! ”

The surrounding workers were also interested in hearing the boss's words, and gathered around Draenor to wait for him to evaluate his masterpiece.

Although Draenor was a soldier, he didn't actually drink much, and the soldiers of Eichenryder had been trained in the Spartan style, and drinking alcohol was a big no-no for them. He once tried to secretly taste private beer with his comrades, but he collapsed on the ground unconscious after drinking less than two glasses. Fortunately, with the help of the White Refining Fire, he was not stunned by the high concentration of alcohol, and the top priority was to quickly find a way to fool these wine dealers.

He suddenly remembered Glori's evaluation of the drinks at the Redwood Hotel, and although that guy was undoubtedly a profiteer with a mouth full of trains, he could at least help at this time.

"Well, putting aside Changwang's personal taste, the sweetness of sugarcane is perfectly preserved, and after strict screening, it is believed that the raw materials are extremely rare and top-notch goods, and the effect of distillation makes the concentration of the liquor greatly increased, but it does not make people feel too strong......"

Draenor swallowed and looked at the hazel liquid in the cup for a moment, then continued.

"Looking at the color of the wine, it is as attractive as melted white amber, and you can taste the rich aroma when you sway it in the glass, and even the long king who has tasted the wine countless times will undoubtedly be attracted by the charm of this wine."

Draenor had never said anything so unconscionable, he hadn't tasted any sweetness in the drink, which stinged his throat like diluted medical alcohol, but perhaps in the eyes of the Licos, such a wine could be called a "good wine".

He suddenly noticed the silence of the people around him, and Lege's expression was unusually solemn, could it be that they were only drinking alcohol mixed with sugar cane juice, and all this was testing their identity?

Draenor felt a little nervous, and had to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere at the moment. Before he could explain, Leg took a few steps forward and spoke before he could speak.

"Attract? No, no, old man Verna will definitely be impressed by the charm of Spiritwater rum! ”

A strange smile appeared on Lege's face, and Draenor even wondered if it was because of the man's overconfidence or because he had drugged the drink that he would say such uninhibited words on the borders of Snowway.

Anyway, as long as he's happy.

Draenor struggled to raise the corners of his mouth, hoping to blend in with the laughing crowd. One by one, the workers scooped the wine out of the barrels, and Leg raised his glass to announce to the crowd

"Mr. Delanor, please tell Empress Amphia that the Emperor of Snowway will soon be hooked on rum in Spirited Water! Her proud throne is about to be lost! ”

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