Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1282 - 694: The Net Over Rocklands

"Oh? Our Ghost Grape Wine has such a unique effect?" Gaven’s interest was piqued, "Then these three barrels of Ghost Grape Wine, Clan Leader, you should try them even more. This is this year’s new product, with a ghost index of two, twenty times the concentration of the last batch, only daring to sell to professionals, ordinary people can’t let them taste it at all."

The divine nature possessed by Weizemay Manor has significantly increased, with benefits in all aspects, including this product that has made its name known worldwide.

Gaven can now even indulgently invest several points of divine nature strength into those Spirit Gathering Cellar Wines, allowing the concentration of negative energy there to be entirely constant according to his needs, depleting and replenishing as needed, naturally greatly enhancing the fermentation speed of Ghost Grape Wine.

This ghost index of two only belongs to mid-range products.

Above, there are three types with ghost indexes of three, four, and five, with the quantity halving each time the index increases by one. Currently, there is only one Spirit Gathering Cellar with a ghost index of five, totaling two thousand bottles.

When it reaches four and above, it can no longer simply be drunk as wine. Don’t mention a bottle for ordinary people, even a small 10 ml glass could probably turn someone into a ghost on the spot, comparable to a potent poison.

"When the General says so, it really tempts the booze bug in our stomachs, making us eager to taste its flavor." Giharin said, barely containing himself.

"I’ve long heard of the dwarves’ drinking prowess. If you, Clan Leader, could taste it and give me some feedback, that would be best." Gaven laid the groundwork for the conversation.

"Come, bring a set of wine glasses." Giharin didn’t hold back, directly ordering for a bunch of wine glasses to be brought up.

Very soon, another group of dwarves brought a bunch of wine glasses, not the shot glasses for strong spirits, nor the tall-stemmed glass goblets for wine, but large mugs for ale, beer.

Gaven did not stop this because he knew that it wasn’t about whether they took his words to heart, but that dwarves drank without the ceremony of humans; they used such mugs for any drink, differing only between wood and metal, at least so among the dwarf clans.

When the Ghost Grape Wine barrel was uncapped and the dim wine flowed from the spout, a wave of chill aura immediately spread, seemingly lowering the temperature of the air by several degrees.

Fortunately, the Iron Clan used wooden mugs, not metal ones.

Despite this, those dwarves about to receive the Ghost Grape Wine couldn’t help but shiver involuntarily, and no one dared to rashly gulp it down.

The set of mugs they brought, although wooden, were no ordinary items, exuding a magic aura. Once the Ghost Grape Wine was poured in, it automatically cast magic detecting for toxins and similar spells.

Such magic mugs aren’t unique to the dwarves, they’re widely available and quite sought after. Many cautious individuals wouldn’t even use tavern glasses, but these which can identify most poisons; having someone cast detect poison spells in person would be quite rude, yet not using them makes one uneasy drinking what’s prepared by others.

These magic mugs with built-in magic effects help eliminate such awkwardness.

The magic mug in Giharin’s hand was particularly powerful; until he saw no unusual colors and raised the cup to his mouth, the other dwarves didn’t feel at ease to drink.

"Good, good, good, this is much stronger than before. If this had been available earlier, I would have had the confidence to take Fine Gold Armor to another level. This shouldn’t be drunk here, but during our sweaty forging sessions, just a sip would invigorate our lads greatly." Giharin praised the high-concentration Ghost Grape Wine relentlessly, clearly fond of it.

Even he only dared take a small sip, just tasting it, let alone the ordinary dwarves.

After Giharin had a group of dwarves carry away the three barrels of Ghost Grape Wine, the unrelated dwarves exited from the council hall, leaving only him and the three dwarves who initially brought in the Fine Gold Armor, silently confirming they had recognized Gaven’s identity, and the meeting began to delve into the main topic.

Gaven no longer skirted around the subject and went straight to the point: "I believe the gambling issue in the Rocklands, Clan Leader, you should be aware of. I have come to form an alliance; the Iron Clan helps me win the Rockland Duke’s position, and I will spare no effort to assist you in retaking the Tesser Yama Mine, helping you restore the honor of the Iron Clan."

"Those wishing to ally with us for this matter, General, you are not the first, and I believe you will not be the last. But in the end, it proves that those who wish to ally with us are merely looking to exploit our forging ability, to work for you for free, and once you’ve grown strong, to kick us aside. The matter of reclaiming Tesser Yama will never be brought to the schedule. Clan Leader, rather than relying on outsiders’ strength, why not focus more on developing our own?" Said Bolin, the burly dwarf beside Giharin, in a muffled voice.

This person named Bolin, although not entering old age like Giharin, was not young either, with a beard already white; he was Giharin’s General.

Gaven knew that the historical Tesser Yama Mine reclamation war was led by his Mithril Legion.

Unfortunately, they not only failed to reclaim their homeland but exhausted the newly-restored bit of energy the Tesser Yama Kingdom had, leaving even himself forever in the once homeland, never to return. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com