The first batch of green amber filled eighty clay pots. In the words of the dwarves, it would be: "This fucking jar is bigger than Lao Tzu's head!"

The distillation work, which lasted almost at night, lasted for four days, and although the principle of purification was simple, the actual operation was not the same. The length of time between the heating sessions determines the purity, aroma and taste of the purified wine, and André has no experience with similar processes, so he can only try to take his time with the most sensitive fire demon Garuda.

More than 200 cans of 80 cans of mother liquor are used for purification! Although there are also reasons why the fermentation period is too short, which leads to the low degree of mother wine, more than 200 cans is not a small project after all. The dwarven craftsmen also helped Andre perfect many details of the distillation vessels, but fortunately, the barren material conditions of the demon world made the dwarves not pursue the degree of wine high, and the distillation of more than thirty degrees of distillation liquid had already made the dwarves addicted.

Truly high-quality wine should go through cellaring and other processes before it can be truly matured, but the dwarves who are eager to try it obviously do not have the patience, and there is no way to build a storage room that can store so many raw sake in a short period of time under Andrari's conditions. The dwarves who were born and raised in the Broken Sky Mountains were not so demanding on the taste of the finished product, and after omitting the cellaring step, Andre had already satisfied this group of alcoholic dwarves by blending the juice and mixing it. At the same time, the taste of low-alcohol sake is far less difficult to reconcile than that of high-alcohol wine, and the soft taste of a sake that can slowly turn into a fire in the stomach is far from a masterpiece that can be completed in half a month. If you have to use this "fast food" method to make a high spirit, you will end up with mixed alcohol that is difficult to eat.

For a dwarf who lives peacefully, there is no day more joyful than today.

All the dwarves who assisted in the winemaking were able to taste the fruits of their hard work this evening. In this season when the fruit is not yet abundantly ripe, the elves and dwarves themselves cannot complete the daunting challenge of large-scale winemaking on their own. In other words, the days when dwarves could drink openly were almost a long time ago.

Is there anything more joyful than having a good drink?

That's all you can drink and drink at the same time, and you can enjoy mouth-watering food!

The few dwarven elders who were the leaders of the clan had all arrived, and the elves, the elves, the old friends of the dwarves, had also sent representatives to the feast, although only a few of them.

Expectant people sit cross-legged on furs, and those who come late without cushions even sit on the grass and by the stove. The wine has already been distributed to everyone, holding a pottery bowl in the left hand and a bamboo cup in the right hand, and there is no table, and the delicious food is passed on in the hands of the people. The succubus commanded the cowards to constantly shuttle between the crowds, delivering cans and cans of fragrant food.

The dwarves looked at the wide variety of food and laughed and cursed this group of demons, probably eating everything but people. The horned demon on the other side replied, who said that we don't eat people anymore? As long as it is to survive and gain power, we will eat everything!

Then the two groups of people who were half-drunk only laughed and continued to toast as if the other had only told a joke.

All of them had eager smiles on their faces, except for a few elves who were in their own right, and they were calmly savoring the sweet green amber. Even when faced with food such as toads and snails, he only smelled them with a little curiosity and did not taste them, nor did he make any rude remarks. Compared to the noisy dwarves, they seem to be more like the guests of honor at this lively dinner.

Alex lowered his eyes lightly, occasionally tasting something he recognized as coming from. Even on such an occasion, the elven ranger still quietly and carefully observed the subtle movements of the demons around him.

Alex is not a pure-blooded elf, his mother is an elven girl with a twisted fate, captured by the demons before the rout of Garlandia. No one knows exactly what she went through, but when Alex's teacher Quinn rescued her from the demon's cave, she hadn't seen sunlight for nearly half a month.

A weak elven girl survives the defeat of the demon army, and there must be some untold story in this. Most of the women captured by the demons will not last more than a month, and they will slowly lose their confidence in life in endless humiliation and pain. What's more, this is an unmarried mother-to-be who has not yet held a coming-of-age ceremony in the elven tradition, but has already become pregnant.

Quinn and his comrades didn't have time to move Alex's mother to the rear, so they fell into the abyss with the defeat of the demons and the Shattered Sky Mountain. The following year, in the month of dawn and spring, Alex, who has foreign blood, was born. And his poor mother seems to have been left sick because of the hardships she suffered when she was pregnant. When the half-elf was just learning to draw a toy bow as a teenager, he returned to the arms of the goddess Garlandia.

Elder Matherion deduced that Alex's other half of the demon blood was not simple, which was one of the reasons why the druid was helpless against his mother's stubborn illness. The father's powerful bloodline took a heavy toll on the child's mother's body, and coupled with that unknown encounter, even the powerful druids who survived the battlefield were not able to succeed in continuing her young life.

Alex was raised by Quinn and Marserion, and the nearly five hundred years old half-elves seemed much younger than the pure-blood elves of his age. The half-elf, who is physically stronger than his companions, has shown his talent for the Ranger to be far beyond ordinary people, and now he has surpassed his aging teacher to become the most skilled warrior in Thornleaf Village. The half-elf of alien blood also possesses strange abilities unknown to his companions, and is able to disguise and conceal himself by manipulating the power of shadows.

As the most proud disciple of the Ranger Mentor, he is naturally indispensable for the surveillance and espionage work that the teacher attaches great importance to. Alex tried his best to analyze every detail he could get his hands on, but still couldn't grasp the key information that would make the teacher jealous. He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, facing a group of demons who were likely to be of the same origin as the other half of his body, and the half-elf had an inexplicable throbbing lurking in his heart that he was not even aware of.

When Andrea Gesareth, who was the host, decided to offer an otherworldly song to the dinner, an unknown folly in the half-elf's heart suddenly erupted.

Inexplicable singing was heard from the platform in the middle to every corner of the camp, and even the dwarves who were shaking their heads with excitement couldn't help but quiet down at the moment. The melodious and mournful singing does not seem to belong to any of the languages known to the half-elves, and it is hard to imagine that the children of the abyss, as the leader of the alien race, could sing such a wonderful timbre that is not inferior to that of the alien singer. Although the dwarves could not understand what André was singing, it did not prevent them from listening silently to the simple but touching melody of the song.

"Do you understand what he's singing?" Alex, with a solemn expression as if he was enchanted, suddenly asked his companion next to him.

It sounded a little similar to the dragon language, and although it was sung no less than that of the old poets of the village, it did not seem to be the kind of hymn that sacrificed to the great will or the gods. ”

"That means it's not the Ancient Abyss language?" the other elf continued.

"I'm not sure, it's just that I don't seem to feel the spirit of words and the power associated with the laws of the demon world in the song. ”

"No, it's a more subtle way of speaking. Alex calmly refuted his companion's judgment, but the elves around him could feel great confusion and inner conflict from his undisguised expression.

"What kind of speech is he using?"

"Psychic song. The half-elf replied in the affirmative.

The companions around him all looked at Alex with surprised faces, waiting for him to explain further.

He was talking about the hardships of finding a home...... Talking about birth and ancestry should not be an obstacle to mutual understanding and contact. ”

Alex's bewildering answer left his companions in silence.

The so-called psychic song is not the name of a specific song, it originally originated from the priests who served the gods, and when they encountered a foreign race with a language barrier, the godly servants with a strong spirit could convey their emotions and wishes to the people who could not communicate with each other through the song from the heart, but who were also in awe of the goddess of the earth. First of all, this requires emotional and firm spiritual strength, and secondly, the content conveyed by the song must be a feeling of emotion, a deep emotion and appeal. That is, without the same emotional mind and sensitive heart, you may not understand the content of the psychic song at all. But as long as you can feel a few words from it, it must be the singer's most real and pure feelings, unless you misinterpret the other party's mind.

Alex's comprehension is so detailed, even if it is misinterpreted, it is impossible to be too far off. In other words, the demon leader Andrei Gosareth is singing with emotion, telling the dwarves and elves about the hardships of wandering and conveying the kindness of wanting to understand each other.

"The news must be brought back to the village as soon as the dinner is over!" said a conclusion that no one would object.

No one asked why Alex was the only one who understood the song, and no one doubted the content of the song, they trusted the half-elf, even if he had a different blood in his body, just because Alex was their companion, a relative with a deep relationship like a brother and sister for hundreds of years!

The initiator who sang heartily and left the scene did not expect that his excellent spirit and perception could make a song "Olive Tree" sing with a far more bizarre effect than a dark spell, and this song simply and straightforwardly confided in his heart during this time. André, who doesn't vomit or feel unhappy, is still a little entangled in the fact that no one can fully appreciate the essence of this otherworldly ballad.

I sang above, and you said yes below, but no one could say what was good, and there was only a faint melancholy in the heart of the children of the abyss. Holding a wine jar in his left hand, he beckoned like a succubus to "I'm fine", but his walking posture began to shake.

No matter how clever and perceptive our children of the abyss were, they probably wouldn't have imagined that someone at this dinner party would have learned more from his grumbling singing than he had imagined.