Ever since he could store a large amount of things with the imitation of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, Pan Long had carried thousands of catties of wine with him.

The people of the Northland have the habit of drinking, and with his cultivation, if he wants to drink comfortably with friends of similar strength, he will need hundreds of catties of spirits. If you want to drink it happily, or even get a little drunk, it is not enough to rely on these ordinary spirits, you must drink those specially brewed spirit wines.

Spirit wine, he naturally has it. But the quantity is not much, only twenty or thirty catties.

This kind of thing is relatively rare, and the production is also small, and money alone cannot buy it. Fan Yan, the young president of the Yizhou faction "Qingge Society" that Pan Long met in Suitaoshan, once said that with the behemoth of the Qingge Society, the annual round of brewing is only an output of tens of thousands of catties.

Qinggehui is the largest wine merchant in Yizhou, and they account for at least 70% of the high-end wine market in Yizhou, claiming that there are fine wines out of the cellar all year round. But even so, most of the wine they usually come out of the cellar is ordinary wine, and they can only make one or two rounds of spirit wine at most in a year.

The output of 20,000 catties of the sky is equally distributed to the entire Yizhou, and there are very few natural ones that can appear on the market, and the vast majority of them have been digested internally by various related households.

Moreover, making spiritual wine is a technical job, and Pan Long's teacher Bi Lingkong once organized the poor people of Yunzhou to make wine from the fruits of the mountains. Although she knew how to make wine herself, and even hired some master brewers as guides, in the end, those poor people could only make low-to-medium fruit wines, and they couldn't even make wine tasting.

As for making spirit wine...... Bi Lingkong can probably make a move by herself, but she likes to run around, so she can't hold her temperament and stay in one place to make wine slowly.

Pan Long took out ordinary spirits this time, these wines were obviously very suitable for the appetite of the dwarves, they scrambled to grab them, and a barrel of a hundred catties of spirits was quickly drunk. Finally, one of the dwarves reluctantly lifted the barrel and poured it on top of his head, and drank the last few drops of wine, and the lively feast was over.

Of the twenty or thirty dwarves, including the first two, there were four or five who were quick to react and were lucky, drunk to their heart's content, and staggered to the ground. Most of the rest failed to drink satisfactorily, muttering and chattering, in short, hoping that Pan Long would bring out some more wine.

"I'm a businessman. Pan Long said, "The merchant who bought Misriru." The barrel of wine just now is considered a gift, but more wine will be exchanged for goods. ”

A dwarf with a gray beard said, "Mithriru is not a ubiquitous ore like copper and iron, they are all deep underground, and it is not easy for us to mine some of them. If you want to buy it, the price is very expensive. ”

"What price?"

"For wine like yours, ten catties of wine can be exchanged for one catty of Mithrilu ore. ”

Before the old dwarf could finish speaking, one of the first two dwarves to come out lay on the ground and shouted, "Elder, you are too greedy! When we buy wine from the goblin merchants, one pound of Mithrilu ore can be exchanged for five catties of wine!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Elder, you're too greedy!"

"Don't say you're a dwarf, you're a goblin!"

"Hurry up and spit out the wine you just drank!"

The dwarves apparently knew the price of the price, and criticized him with all their mouth.

The elder blushed and couldn't help shouting, "Shut up, do we really exchange Mithriru ore for wine?

"Of course I know I'm paying a high price, but Mithriru is precious!

The dwarves had just stopped, though there were still people muttering and complaining about his greed, at least they no longer had the same posture of crusade against him as they had just now.

Seeing their appearance of living treasures, Pan Long couldn't help but laugh.

He said, "You don't have to quarrel, I'll take out all the wine, and you can estimate for yourself what price is appropriate." Anyway, I'm a businessman, and as long as I think the price is right, I'll come back in the future. ”

The dwarven elder's beard trembled and looked at him in surprise, "Will you come again in the future?"

"Yes, I've been buying Mithriru everywhere, and if I can get it, I'll come back of course. ”

"You're not afraid of the dragon?" asked the dwarven elder, "the dragon is asleep now, but it will wake up after a while." ”

"Demon Dragon?" Pan Long was a little puzzled, "There are so many of you, can't you beat a dragon?" The dwarven brothers I know are all first-class strong and brave, and they are not afraid of any enemy. ”

"How is that possible!" the dwarven elder shook his head and sighed, "Of course we dwarves are strong and brave, but we can't fly! That damn demon dragon is definitely no match for us when it falls to the ground." But it doesn't land!"

"Yes, despicable dragon!"

"Always flying around, spewing out a big piece of fire, annoyed to death!"

"That guy is so big, but he flies so fast that he can't shoot an arrow......"

"I said before that we should learn magic, at least we don't have to worry about missing it. ”

"It's too late to say that now!"

The dwarves were babbling again, and all they said was complaining.

The elder sighed and said, "We have already built a defensive position on our side, and the demon dragon does not dare to approach, so we can't." But it can wreak havoc around it - the road you came from was originally a forest and meadow, and it burned it into a desert. We enlisted the help of the elven high priest to regenerate a forest, and we finally didn't cut off the supply of wood......"

Only then did Pan Long understand what was going on with the strange scenery he saw when he came over.

It turned out that the desert was burned by a monster called the Demon Dragon, and the unimaginably neat forest was born by a spell cast by a master called the Elven High Priest.

"The Elven High Priest has such great ability, why don't you ask him for help in dealing with the Demon Dragon?" he asked.

The dwarven elder shook his head: "The high priest never wants to leave the temple, he doesn't drink alcohol or eat meat, he drinks cold water and eats leaves in that temple every day, and we can't lead him out." ”

"Isn't he angry that the demon dragon is raging and burning the forests and grasslands?"

"He said, 'Dragons are also part of nature,' and he wasn't angry at all. If we hadn't found a lot of gems as a tribute to the goddess of nature, he wouldn't even help us grow the forest. ”

Pan Long suddenly imagined the image of an old-fashioned old scholar.

Although the elven high priest has great powers, his personality doesn't seem to be very good, and he doesn't have a high popularity at all......

"You're lucky this time, when you came, the demon dragon was done and went back to sleep. The next time I come here, I may not have such good luck. The dwarven elder sighed, "We dwarves don't cheat friends, you better not come in the future, in case the demon dragon is awake when you come, you are not like us dwarves with thick skin and thick flesh, and you will be burned bald at most......"

Pan Long secretly said in his heart, that demon dragon can burn forests and grasslands into deserts, and the power of the flames must be very powerful. But the dwarves didn't buy it at all, even if it was sprayed on their bodies, and the sky would be burned off their hair and beard...... The physical strength of these dwarves is definitely extraordinary!

"Actually, I'm a little confident in my own strength, if I concentrate on escaping, I should be fine. He said.

The dwarven elder looked at him for a while, showing an obvious look of "I understand, everyone who comes out to mix has to save face", nodded, and said in a very perfunctory tone: "Well, I believe in you." ”

(You obviously just don't believe it!)

Pan Long had the heart to explain, but he was afraid that the other party would misunderstand.

From the words of these dwarves, it can be seen that at least the humans they know should not be able to withstand the demon dragon breathing fire.

If Pan Long could really withstand the Demon Dragon's fire, then they would be surprised.

...... When the time comes, maybe they will give Pan Long the title of "tall dwarf"?

Thinking of this, he dismissed the idea of proving his strength and turned to ask about business.

"Shall I just leave the wine here, or will I help you get it to the warehouse?" he asked.

"Can it be delivered to your door?" said one of the dwarves in astonishment, "the goblin merchant has always been unloading far from us, and he says he doesn't believe us, for fear we'll rob him." ”

Pan Long smiled and said, "It's all prejudice. ”

The dwarves' expressions suddenly twisted slightly, and more than one dwarf turned his head, while the dwarven elders turned red and looked around.

"Damn...... Are you really going to rob him?"

"That profiteer owes a robbery!" muttered one of the dwarves, "to rob him is justice." ”

"yes, he's so hateful!"

"If it weren't for the fact that he was always far away and didn't let us get close every time, everyone would have unloaded the goods from a distance...... We've stripped him down to a pair of shorts!"

Pan Long was speechless, but it turned out that the goblin merchant really didn't watch out for mistakes, these dwarves really had the intention of robbing each other.

He smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of robbery, let's go, I'll send the goods to the warehouse for you." ”

"Of course we won't rob you!" said the dwarven elder solemnly, "a good merchant like you is a friend of our dwarves!

"We've robbed other dwarves at most. Another dwarf said.

"Nonsense! How can a matter between dwarves be called robbery!" a bespectacled dwarf immediately retorted, "We have a normal friendly exchange. ”

“...... That's what you said the last time you ripped off the shoes of the Grey Mountain Tribe Leader. ”

"He's got my helmet, too!

"You also carried his bed. ”

"He's so fat, it's so inappropriate to sleep in a bed! It's so much more convenient to lie on the ground, and you don't have to crawl around." I'm thinking about his health!"

“...... Do we dwarves need to think about our health?"

The bespectacled dwarf was refuted several times, and finally became angry and shouted, "I just carried a bed away, you bastard carried all his daughters home!"

The dwarf who refuted him just now suddenly turned pale, and shook his head again and again: "Don't mention it! That mother-in-law ate all my reserve food in half a month, and finally said that I was useless, I must have been confused by lard at the beginning, so I thought she was strong and cute......"

The dwarves laughed, and some persuaded him to become the heir of the Grey Mountain tribe or something.

The dwarf just shook his head, frustrated.

Pan Long couldn't help but laugh when he saw them so happy: "You are also very cheerful among the dwarves I have seen. ”

He wasn't talking nonsense, dwarves weren't a rarity in the magical world. For example, in the world of "The Adventures of Chanem Heroes", there are many dwarves.

It's just that those dwarves are not as cheerful as the dwarves here, most of them are adventurers, not only are they not cheerful, but they are often difficult to approach, they always seem to be wary of the people around them, and there is a taste of rejection of people thousands of miles away.

The dwarven elder smiled and said, "We people from the Spire tribe are like this, as long as there is wine to drink, everyone is very happy. Actually, most of us dwarves are like this, and the dwarves you have seen before, they must have not drunk for a long time. ”

The two of them walked into the minaret one after the other, the tower was well built, the solid wood walls, all kinds of furniture are also complete, but the house is not divided into rooms, except for the support of columns, all kinds of furniture are not clearly marked, it seems that these dwarves adopt public ownership.

The dwarves inside the Spire Fortress have all come out, and there is no one in it except them at the moment. The elder walked with Pan Long for a while, and came to a tent that emitted a silvery-white shimmer.

"Just put it here, at this distance, the teleportation spell can already be used smoothly. The elder said.

Pan Long didn't want to ask carefully, so he took out the barrels of spirits.

The elder took out a wand, and he waved it every time he put down a barrel of spirits. Then the barrel vanished without a trace, presumably transported to the actual warehouse.

After Pan Long handed over all the spirits, the elder inquired to make sure that the unloading had been completed, and then took out a stone slab, wrote and painted, and then waved his wand and teleported a pile of ore.

These ores are about the size of a human head, and the small ones are about the size of a fist, and they are gray and black all over, and there are many silver-white patterns distributed on them, which look very beautiful.

"You're a businessman, you must know how to refine Missirul, so you don't need me to talk nonsense. The elder said, "We still have some stock, but not much. If you're going to bring spirits in exchange for it next time, just half the amount this time. ”

Pan Long couldn't help frowning as he looked at the Mithriru ore on the ground.

There were fewer ores than he had imagined, and they didn't add up to a lot of minerals.

But he didn't say anything, just nodded, put the ore away, and then said goodbye to the dwarves, and left the minaret fortress.

When he was already far away from the fortress, he directly left the world of Mountains and Seas, spent his aura, and converted these ores into the Kyushu world.

Somewhat unexpectedly, converting these ores took a lot more aura than he had imagined.