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Chapter 338: Fiery Wine

Zhang Jingyi thought: Sure enough, the black oil from the desert kingdom can still be used. Although magic items are powerful, they are relatively rare. We still have to rely on technological development and use real technological items to change the world.

However, researching black oil is a story for later!

It is still unclear whether the Desert Kingdom is a friend or an enemy, so the correct approach would be to use the Heart of the Mountain to produce more "magic tanks".

Zhang Jingyi said to the elf craftsman and the dwarf craftsman: "Wait for me here for a while, I will go and get you some good things."

Half an hour later...

Zhang Jingyi came back, holding in his left hand an English novel, "Chronicles of the Dragon", which he had just printed out on A4 paper, and handed it to the elf craftsman: "This novel is to thank you for your great technological research."

The Elf Craftsman was delighted: "Oh! My God! An excellent novel. This... this... this is the treasure among treasures."

They couldn't wait to turn the pages of the book, and immediately burst into praise: "What a beautiful writing style and touching story. We must go home and read it carefully immediately."

The elf craftsmen were addicted to reading and disappeared in an instant, going back home to read books.

The dwarves laughed happily: "These elves are so boring. Look how precious they are to a book. It's shameful. Hahaha."

Just as they were laughing happily, Zhang Jingyi brought out a box and placed it in front of the dwarves: "Here, this box of 12 bottles of vodka is for you. I hope you will keep up the good work and make more good things in the future."

"Vodka?" The dwarves: "What is it?"

"A fine wine!" Zhang Jingyi laughed, "It's a little stronger than beer. I suggest you drink it carefully and don't drink it like beer, otherwise you will get drunk very quickly."

The dwarves laughed, "Your Majesty, you look down on us dwarves. We are a race with super endurance. Whether it's physical defense, magical defense, or resistance to alcohol, we are all first-class among the first-class."

After saying that, a dwarf craftsman opened the lid of the wine bottle without hesitation, and half the bottle was gone in an instant.

He patted his stomach, burped, and laughed, "This wine is really strong, but it's useless. There's no way it can knock me out. Hahahaha."

The dwarven craftsmen nearby also laughed: "Let's all drink half a bottle."

Zhang Jingyi stared at the group of people, looking carefully, eh? Really, not a single one fell.

"Okay, I underestimated your alcohol tolerance. However, vodka is actually just a low-alcohol liquor. I haven't used my ultimate move yet." Zhang Jingyi said, "I was afraid that you couldn't handle it, so I hid the real strong liquor and haven't taken it out yet."

When the dwarves heard this, they all laughed: "Your Majesty is trying to scare us again. There is no liquor that we cannot handle."

"Then don't blame me for being cruel." Zhang Jingyi walked to his pickup truck and took out a box with a picture of fire on it.

Dancer Liquid, oh no, it’s Wuliangye 70 degrees, flame boxed!

Even Chinese people who are used to drinking strong liquor would find this level of alcohol a bit overwhelming. It feels like drinking a ball of fire down the throat, so the packaging box has a ball of fire painted on it.

Ordinary people don't dare to challenge it.

Zhang Jingyi pointed at the fire and said, "Do you see this painting? This wine is incredible."

The dwarves didn't take it seriously: "Not at all!"

When the box was opened, there were five small bottles inside, each containing only 100 ml of wine.

The dwarves looked at it and said, "What a stingy bottle! How can there be so little in a bottle? How can such a small amount be enough for anyone to drink? If the people of Ugumantai see this, they will think that we dwarves cannot drink much."

Zhang Jingyi glanced at him sideways and smiled without saying anything.

The leading dwarf craftsman opened a bottle and poured 100 ml into his mouth. He swallowed it all. The next moment, his expression became weird: "Ah... this wine... fuck... it's so strong..."

After he finished speaking, the world spun around, and he fell down with a plop. Zhang Jingyi: "Hahahaha, I told you not to show off."

The dwarves nearby were startled, but after they recovered from the shock, they all showed dissatisfaction on their faces: "Your Majesty, you laughed too early! He is just the weakest among us who can drink the least. Let me challenge him next."

The second dwarf picked up a bottle, 100 ml, and drank it in seconds...

Then with a plop, he fell down.

The third dwarf fell.

The fourth dwarf...

In the blink of an eye, the dwarf craftsmen fell to the ground. These guys clearly saw that none of their companions could withstand it, but they refused to believe it and insisted on giving it a try, and ended up being wiped out.

Zhang Jingyi couldn't help but laugh: "These guys are not afraid of death, hahahaha."

I thought they would be scared after they all fell.

Unexpectedly, after waking up the next day, these dwarf craftsmen immediately spread the name of "Fire Wine" throughout the entire Black Hammer Dwarf Tribe.

"Your Majesty has a kind of fiery wine in his hand. After drinking it, your whole body feels like it's burning. With just such a small bottle, you will be drunk in a short time!"

"Fuck, how is that possible? That's because you guys are not good at drinking. No matter what kind of wine it is, you can't get me drunk with just this little bit of wine."

"That's right, I'm a dwarf from the Black Hammer clan! Who are you looking down on? That's it?"

"I can drink eighty bottles of beer!"

"I can drink a hundred and thirty bottles without getting drunk."

"I don't believe that a little bit of that fire wine can knock me down."

"Let's go ask His Majesty the King for some and try."

As soon as Zhang Jingyi came out of the portal, he found that the palace was surrounded by a group of dwarfs. The dwarves were very noisy creatures. They were making a lot of noise at the gate of the palace and shouting that they wanted to try the fire wine.

Zhang Jingyi couldn't help but laugh when he saw this: These guys!
Hey, this is a good way to motivate them to work harder.

Zhang Jingyi climbed up the palace wall and shouted to the dwarves, "Fire Wine is a treasure. It is awarded to the dwarf craftsmen who invented the 'Mountain Heart Internal Combustion Chariot'. I cannot give it to other craftsmen who have not made any contributions."

"what?"

When the dwarves heard this, they became anxious and said, "All of us dwarves are craftsmen. If they can make it, we can make it too. It's just that we were busy with other things these days."

"Yeah, yeah, we can make it, too."

Zhang Jingyi: "Well, let's do this. Next time you build a chariot, I will give you five boxes of Fiery Wine. I will provide the materials for the chariot, and you will only be responsible for the manufacturing process. The five boxes of Fiery Wine will be your wages."

When the dwarves heard this, they were overjoyed: "Your Majesty, you must keep your word. Let's build the chariot now."

"Let's go!"

"My five cases of fire wine are waiting for me."

"When I get the firebrew, I will prove to you that I am a strong dwarf who can drink five bottles without getting drunk."

(End of this chapter)