The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 841: Volume 26: Gathering Momentum, - 5: Dwarves_3

Chapter 841: Volume 26: Gathering Momentum, Chapter 5: Dwarves_3

"Hey, Kid, what wine do you have in your bowl? Why does it smell so good? Are you trying to provoke us?" a Dwarf who was already a bit tipsy could no longer hold back.

Glancing around, Komer realized that the gaze of all the Dwarves had settled on him. He couldn’t help but smirk bitterly to himself; drinking some wine, it seemed, could also bring some trouble, which was really too much.

"Hey, shorty, what are you yelling about over there? That’s Red Maoshao! It’s the treasure of this pub, made from pure grains. Smell that rich aroma, this is the real drink for men, one sip will set your blood boiling, and at that moment, you’ll truly feel like a man!" The pub owner was not pleased, having finally found someone willing to spend money, he couldn’t have them driven away by these Dwarves—it would be too much of a loss.

"Uh, Boss, how much does this wine sell for?" The Dwarves weren’t the unreasonable and brutal sort. The pub owner also knew that these Dwarves, who were actually kind-hearted, wouldn’t do anything excessive, which is why he stirred them up like this.

"Heh, forget it, brothers, you’d better stick to beer. This gentleman’s bowl of wine is worth all the money your table would spend on drinks today. Beer is what suits you best." The pub owner was also speaking the truth; these Dwarves had nearly become his regulars, coming in every other day or so to drink, and although they didn’t spend much, they were still considered loyal customers.

The Dwarves all took a sharp intake of breath. One bowl of wine being worth the drink for the whole table seemed a bit too expensive, no wonder the aroma was so tempting. The saliva in the Dwarves’ throats gurgled, and their looks at Komer were filled with even more envy.

Seeing the Dwarfs quiet down, the pub owner felt an itch in his mouth. "Dwarvish brothers, you stay all day here in this Santiago, without working a bit—if you keep this up, I’m afraid you’ll never get the chance to taste this drink. You should learn from the Half-Beastmen and Barbarians. Look how happy they are working at the dock, mine, logging yard, and quarry. Sure, it’s hard and tiring, but they earn money. When they come to my Tavern, they don’t just drink Red Maoshao. They’ve had their fill of wheat beer and Lime Wine too. Unlike you, always sipping on light beer all day, aren’t you ashamed?"

Seeing the angered expressions on the Dwarves’ faces, the pub owner didn’t care one bit. "Dwarvish brother, I may be a big mouth, but my rough words are reasonable. Think about it for yourselves. If you don’t like what I’m saying, just pretend I didn’t say it."

Komer was somewhat surprised. The pub owner was actually capable of saying such a thing, which demanded a second look.

"Hmph, we’re here for the Ruins, and after several months, there’s been no progress. Our family is just sitting here eating away our reserves—do you think we came here to be idle out of our minds? If we knew this, we might as well have gone back to the south. I’ve heard that down South in Sparta and Corinth, they are recruiting for smelting and pottery craftsmen. None of us Dwarves are useless drunks; if push comes to shove, we can go back south. Afraid we won’t find a bowl of food to eat?"

The speaker was that curly-haired burly man, his face full of gloom, "We don’t even know who the bastard was that spread the rumors that there were significant discoveries in the Ancient Civilization Ruins here, saying that we’ve found the Underground World left by our ancestors, luring all of us over here with delusions of basking in the legacy our ancestors left behind. Now look where we are, this Santiago might look decent, but what can we do? Work in the coal mines? Do lumbering? Transport? These are all things that Half-Beastmen and Barbarians are best at, how can we compete with them?"

"Kade, there are some clues, but progress is just too slow. Half a Month to dig up a mere scattering of news, and to wait for those exploration teams and Adventurers to find the real location of the Ruins, God knows it could be to the end of time," the broad-nosed burly man said despondently, "There’s definitely something left by our ancestors, but the problem is we don’t have the chance to keep waiting. An entire family has to live, and sitting here, we’re just eating our reserves away. Sigh, isn’t this suffocating?"

Komer had already faintly sensed something. The dazzling tale of Ancient Civilization Ruins in the Volt Mountain Range had originated in the Caucasus Prefecture, but at the time, it was mainly to attract Adventurers from all over the Continent to come here to explore and bring some popularity to the Caucasus. Supposedly, the craze should have died down long ago; he didn’t expect it to continue to present day. Later, he hadn’t inquired about the matter, but now there was such a big commotion again, and it had even deceived those Dwarves from the Severo Kingdom who had fled from their homes. And by the looks of it, it was quite convincing, with the Dwarves all taking it as true. Who was playing tricks in the middle of all this? (To be continued... For the continuation of the story, please visit www.qidian.com. There are more Chapters, support the author, support Authorized Reading!)