I've forgotten what it used to be like to smell a burnt human body. It was still in Steinbrad, yes, I remember the pale guy. How could I forget, Facurest, this guy is a white butcher.

And now I smell my own burnt flesh. It doesn't taste any better than the smell of a fart from your own.

The alcohol didn't relieve me of the pain. Miraculously I didn't faint, I felt the pain every second.

As I watched him give me the crushed herbs and put them on the wound, I shuddered again. It's a terrible feeling!

My back. The injuries on the knees were basically untreated, and those ordinary abrasions were just cleaning the wounds on the outside.

When I was done, I pointed to my pocket on the floor. "What you want." When he heard this, he leaned over and picked up the pocket.

He excitedly opened the bag and poured out the ore inside.

I stared at him, and he just looked at the pair that had fallen to the ground. Green stones. The green color in the light of the fire. It becomes more mysterious and mysterious.

"Where did you find it?" he asked.

"In that cave in the mountains."

"Is it the cave halfway up the mountain?"

I hummed in response.

"What did you encounter in it?

"Fishman"

"How can there be fishmen in this place?"

"I need a break, Jordan." I closed my eyes as I spoke.

I seem to have slept for a long time. When I woke up, it was early afternoon. Sleeping at this time always gave me the illusion that I had slept for two days.

I got up and looked at the bandages on my body, and it was a good thing that my body didn't hurt anymore. I quickly got up from the bed, and I was very relaxed! As if there were no injuries. I raised my arm again, and ah! Nothing at all!

This surprised me a little, and I looked back at the bed where I was lying and was relieved. Twisting my arm over, I gently touched the bandage tied to the outside of the wound, and now I look a little black, and there is no pain. I pinched it hard, and it didn't hurt!

It's not without feelings! It's not painful! It doesn't hurt at all.

I pinched it harder...... I quickly untied the bandage. The wound healed! That's right, the wound that bloomed yesterday is actually healed today! I...... It shouldn't have been a night's sleep. So I walked out of the room.

He was still working hard in the shed. I was thirsty and went straight to the well to get a bucket of water. My arm is really good.

"Hey!" He saw me.

I drank a stomach full of water, and I felt that I couldn't drink anymore before I put down the scoop in my hand. He stared at my arm as I walked under the shed. "You ......"

"Hmm." I don't know how to explain it.

He looked at me a little strangely. "Did you pick up this stone from that hole?"

"It's not picking, it's chiseling." I looked at the ore in the wooden box, and there was only a small pile.

"How did you get hurt? ”

"Don't you know?"

"I've been in before, but I only went in a little, and then I found the kobold so I quickly retreated, and I haven't been there since."

"And where did you get these ores?"

"There's going to be some crushed ore in the dirt and rocks that the kobolds dug up." "They don't care about this ore," he said. ”

"How much silver can be made from these stones?"

"I don't know, I've never tried. Ordinary iron ore can't make much iron at all, this is ...... I can only say give it a try. ”

"I guess that's all it takes for you to pick it up like this, you'd better not go there."

"You were attacked by kobolds?"

"Those gadgets may be a threat to you, but not to me." I say.

"What about you...... Was it the gnoll? ”

"No, there aren't a few gnolls in that cave, none of these are the most dangerous. The most dangerous is the darkness, and the fish-people. ”

"Fish-people? How could there be a fishman there! ”

"You know the Fishmen?"

"Yes, I've seen it too." He said, "How can there be fishmen in that place?" Fish-people are only found where there is water. ”

"It's a very big place." I said, "It's too big for you to imagine." And there is an underground lake in that place, or a dark river. That's where the Fish-Man appeared. But that kind of fish-man is a little different from what I've seen before. And there's also a very large fish-man, I don't remember adding such a big fish-man before. ”

"Is it the cause?"

"No, it's called a small bite." I looked at my arm again and rubbed the herbs on my skin.

"The little fish-man's teeth are so sharp?"

"Or else?" I say.

"Uh...... Tomorrow I need your help. ”

"You've got it, I'm not going to go there to find ore for you." I say.

"No, I'm going to smelt this stone. I'd like to see how much silver I can refine. ”

"How can I help?"

"You'll find out tomorrow."

He said to have the best wine to drink in the evening, and I asked him what it was, and he said it was the moonshine wine of the Macron family. I smiled.

He had no fresh meat but live chickens. So I went out and hunted two rabbits and came back.

Sit by the campfire at night, with the dark night sky and the stars overhead. In the quiet wilderness, there is only the sound of firewood. It was a windless night to feel comfortable.

He walked over with a jar and a smile on his face.

"What are you so happy about?"

"It's a good wine, the best wine!"

"Oh, yes!"

"Really? Ah, it seems that you still know too little about us, and you may not know that this wine is the best wine in the Stormwind Kingdom. ”

"How good?"

"The grapes are picked on the night of August 16 every year, under the moonlight, by virgins who have never experienced men, and the subsequent vinification is done by them themselves." He said.

"What if it happens to be raining?"

"If there is a moon on that day and a double moon in the sky, it may be the best."

"Is there a best of the best?"

"Yes!"

"Who did you listen to?"

"The Marcoren family has a piece of land that is used by the royal family, and the grapes grown on this land are better than those grown on other lands."

"So amazing?"

"Well, it is said that every year there are guards guarding the planting."

"That's it?"

"You really don't know, the wine is different every year, do you know why?" He said mysteriously.

"It's not so mysterious."

"Absolutely! Someone else did this study specifically. The production varies greatly. ”

"It has to be a virgin?"

"Yes!"

"Isn't it a virgin?"

"No way!"

"Then wine can only be made by women, and men can't make wine, right?"

"It's okay if you're not a virgin, and it's okay for a man, but this wine is more ...... Well, inexpensive. ”

"How do you know if it's a high-end wine?"

"On that day of picking every year, there are special people to check the body of the picker to ensure that it is a perfect body, and the pickers selected every year have to clean themselves a month before picking, and they are very particular about eating."

"Isn't that nonsense!" I grinned.

"This is a royal practice, and there are special people who have studied it."

"What do they eat?"

"I don't know, I've heard from people."

"Hah, that's kind of interesting. What else? ”

"After the girls were picked, they did the rest of the production. Moreover, each batch of wine made by their family is marked and certified, and the information of the picker and producer is recorded. Each bottle is a treasure, and if one of the girls in this batch tastes good, the wine she makes will become very, very valuable. ”

"What about you?"

"This is...... One hundred and twenty-nine years of Ureon, the wine of ten years ago, was made by a young girl named Jennifer Miles, who was ...... Uh, eighteen years old. ”

"This is also a record?"

"Of course! The age of each producer determines the grade of the bottle, but that's only one aspect. Because if this girl had not experienced a man, she could have made wine here for many years, and of course she was not allowed to make this high-end sake if she was over twenty-one years old. ”

"What the hell is this?"

"The girls who make this moonshine wine are between fourteen and twenty-one years old. And girls who have to be menstruating are allowed to participate in the production. ”

"Do you believe in this kind of thing?"

"Everybody believes it." He was talking about it. "Girls grow up every year, and if they marry a man during this period, they lose the opportunity to work."

"If you lose, you lose."

"You may not know that the money earned by a girl who makes wine on that farm for two months can feed a family of six for two years."

"Isn't it better to be a prettier girl?"

"Of course."

"It's funny to listen to your bragging." As I spoke, I flipped over the rabbit that was roasting on the fire.

"Isn't it any different if it's not made by a virgin?"

"It is said to be astringent, and the alcohol is relatively strong." He looked at me and said.

"Hmm...... The wine is relatively strong! I snorted, "If it's made by a woman in her thirties or forties, will she drink it and go up?" ”

"Some people like the taste." He smiled wickedly.

"Age-related?"

"It is said that the girl's body secretes a special substance that has a different taste when it reacts with a certain tanning in the grapes."

"You're pretty researched."

"I'm a bit of a researcher." He smiled and clapped his hands and poured me a glass. "Let's have a taste."

I sniffed it, and it didn't seem to smell very special. Then I tasted it, and the wine went through my mouth twice, and it seemed to have a slightly sour taste. A faint sweetness that seemed to leave a ...... on my palate I can't describe the unique taste. When this taste is strung from the mouth to the back of the nasal cavity...... Well! This is really not very different from the previous ones.

"How?" He asked me with a smile.

"Like...... It's kind of interesting. ”

"Guess how old this girl named Jennifer was when she made this bottle of wine?"

"How do I know!" I don't want to guess.

"Guess what!"

"Sixteen?"

"Seventeen." He handed me the black bottle.

"Fourteen-year-olds make softer wine than sixteen-year-olds...... It is soft and silky, but it is often given to rich boys and girls who don't know how to drink and who are just starting to learn to drink, or older people. ”

He continued: "But the sixteen-year-old girl's production will have a stronger sweet taste in addition to keeping it soft in the mouth, but the slight sourness in the sweetness will make the salivary glands secrete more saliva, and that reaction will make the mouth very comfortable." And then a distinctive fragrance will appear in the mouth. He raised his glass, "You must feel it." ”

I scoffed at it.

"You must have felt the pleasure of this youth and innocence."

"You don't seem to be innocent at all." I say. "Why do you have a kind of wine?"

"This was rewarded by Duke Leorik after his father built the war hammer for Duke Leoric." "The prince had just been born that year," he said. ”

"Hmm...... Seems to be a good thing. ”

"Thank you for your help." He raised his glass, "Nice to meet you." ”