"Welcome, this ...... Mr. Troll. The tall troll in front of her made Lan Ya feel a little frightened.

The green-skinned troll holding the clay pot paused for a moment, making a childish sound.

"Sir, are you talking about me?"

"Huh?" Lanya blinked, wondering why the troll's voice was so tender.

"I'm still a kid, I'm only eight years old this year." The troll, who was nearly two meters tall, grinned and smiled innocently like a child.

It's just that the fangs that turn out are a little scary. The self-proclaimed child troll is quickly caught by Diluco's splash show.

"Wow, sister, you're so good at squirting. It's beautiful. The little troll complimented as he stared at the splash rising from Diluco's mouth.

If it weren't for the wine jar in his arms, he really wanted to applaud her. He looked at it for a while, remembered his mission to enter the city, and asked Lan Ya, "Sister, do you accept wine here?" ”

"Hey, you're not here to drink, you're here to sell wine?" Lanya looked at the dirty jar in his arms.

The little troll nodded.

"This is our village's special brew, and it's delicious." Lan Ya looked at Ringer and saw him nodding before she said to the little troll, "Go find that brother over there." The little troll came to the bar with the wine jar in his arms, placed it in front of Ringer, and introduced himself very politely: "Hello brother, my name is Toren Mud Jar, I am from the Rotten Moss Forest Tribe, my brother just calls me Little Jar." Ringer smiled and said, "Little can, are you here to sell wine?" Xiao Can patted the wine jar in front of him, nodded and said, "This is our special wine from the rotten moss forest, and the village chief asked me to go down the mountain to find a suitable buyer, hoping to establish a long-term cooperative relationship." But several taverns and restaurants in the town, without tasting it, drove me away. "It's good that the trolls enter the city and are not chased away by the guards, let alone taverns, restaurants and the like.

According to the account of the troll race that Ringer saw in the book, most of the troll tribes in this world have the custom of cannibalism.

However, looking at Xiao Can's polite appearance, and daring to leave the tribe alone and go to a human town, his tribe should not have this bad habit.

Otherwise, the humans in the vicinity will definitely drive away the trolls as soon as they see them, and the little can will not even have a chance to enter the city.

Later, the statements of the small cans also confirmed his speculation. Hundreds of years ago, the tribe where Xiaocan is located has abandoned the custom of cannibalism and lived a good life in the mountains by hunting and farming.

Occasionally, a few shrewd and calm young men would be sent to trade with nearby towns with the tribe's produce.

Therefore, the villages near the rotten moss forest know that there is a peace-loving tribe of trolls in the mountains. There are also occasional hunters who go into the mountains to hunt, and rumors of being helped by trolls have spread, so the attitude of humans towards trolls in that area is not as bad as in other areas.

However, due to the fact that the appearance of trolls is really unpleasant, even if they are docile, it is difficult for people who meet them at first sight to have a good impression of them.

It is only natural that the small cans will be kicked out of the taverns and restaurants in the town.

"Please, big brother, buy my bar." The little can pleaded.

"I've searched all the taverns in the town, and you're the last one here, and if the eldest brother doesn't accept my wine, the mission given to me by the village chief will fail."

"What happens if you fail? Will you be punished for going back? Ringer asked curiously.

"I won't be punished, but the village chief will definitely be disappointed in me, and I won't have a chance to go down the mountain again." Xiao Can stared at Ringer with a pair of big copper bell eyes, and the meaning of those eyes was self-evident.

Ringer smiled and looked to the bar jar.

"What kind of wine is this, does it have a name?" The little can shook his head.

"This is the only wine in the village, so I called it wine, and I didn't specifically name it." Ringer said: "Since you want to sell this wine to the outside world, you should give it a suitable name. Xiao Can nodded thoughtfully.

"I understand, I'll talk to the village chief when I go back."

"Can I open it?"

"Of course, you can also taste it." Ringer lifted the lid of the jar, and a strong smell immediately emanated.

He smelled grains and rotting fruits, mixed with some herbaceous notes, but he couldn't tell what the plant was.

After all, it's a wine from another world, and it's made by trolls. Although the smell of this wine is a little more unique, it is not unpleasant, and it can be inferred from this that the taste of this jar wine should be very special.

But for the sake of safety, he still asked: "Brother Xiaocan, what material is this wine made of?" ”

"Brother, don't worry, there are no strange things in it, it's all some grains, vegetable roots, and fruits, it's delicious, you can taste it." Ringer nodded, which was similar to his speculation, so he took out the wine spoon and scooped the wine from the jar The wine in the spoon was bright and green, and it looked good.

The spoon moved to his lips and he took a shallow sip. Hiss-A faint coolness suddenly spread down the mouth to the root of the nose, straight to the door of the brain, as if taking a sip of wind oil essence.

In an instant, Ringer's whole body was in good spirits. This wine is really strong. Seeing Ringer's reaction, the small can grinned: "It's delicious." Ringer drank the remaining wine in the wine spoon in one gulp, only to feel a strong light rushing up from the Heavenly Spirit Gai, and the whole person was transparent.

This wine has a wild beauty. It's a troll-made wine.

"There are no side effects from this wine, right?"

"Not really. Don't drink too much in one sitting, though, or even the strongest troll in the village will fall for days. If it's human......" Xiao Can thought for a moment.

"Even if it's the most drinkable human being, one cup is probably the limit." It's not a big problem, too much strength can be diluted, and Ringer believes that this is a great mixology material to create strong and novel flavors.

"Xiaocan, I want this wine, and long-term cooperation is no problem."

"Great, thank you, big brother." Xiao Can said excitedly.

"By the way, how much do you produce this wine?" Ringer has already connected with Sesida's winery, and if the wine is produced well, it can be promoted through Madame Succubus's sales network.

This energetic wine will surely be enjoyed by the decadent aristocracy who are looking for excitement. Xiao Can pondered, and said to himself: "There are less than a hundred women in the tribe, and they also have to participate in hunting, and when the farm is busy, they have to plow, and it is impossible for them all to chew wine...... In this case, no, no, I really have to go back and ask the village chief to know. Ringer's expression suddenly became very subtle.

"That, little can, what did you just say? What does it mean to chew wine? ”

"Chewing wine is chewing wine." The little pot didn't quite understand what Ringer meant, and he didn't know the human way of making wine.

"Let me confirm again, what kind of wine is made in your village." Ringer said in a different way.

The little can then replied, "With your mouth." As if to show Ringer a demonstration, he opened his bloody mouth and pointed in.

"Put raw rice, wind celery root, and rotten fruit in your mouth, chew it, spit it out in a jar, and let it sit for a while."

"Brother, rest assured, the people who are responsible for chewing wine are all beautiful sisters in the village, and male trolls are not involved in this work." Xiao Can grinned and introduced.