Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 470 I’m really not a lo*ic*n! (6.3k)

After the forging was completed, the exhausted dwarves lay on the ground and fell asleep.

By the time they woke up, two days had passed. The originally cold and hard stone slabs under the body have been covered with soft blankets, and runes are engraved around them to isolate them from outside interference.

Although the dwarves were careless, they could still clearly feel the courtesy and consideration, and they couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

Lord Loki is such a great god!

"Ahem, things are done, we should go."

Patriarch Evald coughed dryly as a reminder. When the dwarves heard this, they couldn't help but come back to their senses.

The princess of the Dulin tribe, and their gold seems to still be in the hands of the God of the Middle Court?

Realizing this, the dwarves who loved money as much as their lives naturally couldn't sit still. They quickly got up from the ground and shouted to attract the temple guards who were on guard outside:

"The things have been built with help!"

"Where's the gold? Where's Eden?"

"We want to go home!"

However, when the guard heard this, he shook his head and declined:

"You guys want to leave? I'm afraid this won't work!"

Hearing this, the dwarves suddenly felt cold, their faces darkened, and they couldn't help but want to curse.

Seeing this situation, the guard captain quickly explained:

"Don't get me wrong! The reason I won't let you go is because Lord Loki has already set up a banquet in the living room to entertain you formally.

Before, you were sleeping too soundly. My lord knew that you were working hard and couldn't bear to wake you up. He just specifically told us to wait until you wake up and then be sure to stop you. We can only send you away after you have finished enjoying the banquet. "

After hearing this, the dwarves were immediately flattered:

"Isn't this too polite?"

"That's right. As a host, how can there be any reason for a guest to go back hungry after working for seven days and seven nights?"

A gentle voice came from the corner of the corridor. Lorne, who rushed after hearing the news, showed a very friendly smile.

"Everyone, the banquet is ready. Follow me to the living room."

The dwarves were moved to see the God of Midgard extending such a warm and sincere invitation.

The few dwarves who had previously misunderstood the other party's intentions lowered their heads in shame.

Unable to resist the warm welcome, the group of Dulin dwarves obediently followed the guidance of the temple guards. They first went to wash away the dirt on their bodies, and then came to sit down in the living room where the banquet was held.

As everyone arrived, Lorne, as the host, clapped his hands and ordered the maids to present the dishes prepared in advance.

All of a sudden, barbecued meats that were crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, salty and delicious smoked fish, extremely delicious cream of mushroom soup, and a variety of seasonal vegetables and fruits were presented to the table one after another.

Moreover, both the tableware on the table and the portions of the food were one size larger than usual, and the chairs were also raised in advance, which was obviously specially configured to take care of the needs of the dwarves.

Although the dwarves did not understand the meaning of "feeling at home", they really felt a kind of respect, so they were extremely happy at the banquet.

In other words, this was the happiest banquet they had ever had.

Therefore, the invited Durin dwarves were so fond of this friendly and considerate God of the Middle Ages that they even forgot to mention the gold they cherished.

As the atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax, dozens of maids each brought a sealed clay pot to the table.

When the seal is opened, the rich aroma of malt fills the air; the clay pot is tilted, and the amber liquid is poured into the large horn cup on the table.

"Thank you for your hard work in forging swords, let's drink this cup together!"

Lorne stood up from his seat with a smile and raised his glass.

Several dwarves who were seduced by the aroma of wine were about to raise their cups and drink, but they were held down by the more steady elders beside them.

Dwarves love and respect wine, and they understand the cultural meaning that wine represents.

In Northern Europe, mead is not only a drink, but also a gift to the gods and a medium for making contracts.

According to tradition, after drinking the host's mead, the guest has the moral responsibility to protect the other party with force and become his vassal in a sense.

But the Dulin clan is not close to the Asa clan and the humans in the Middle Garden.

On the contrary, due to geographical factors, they have a close relationship with the mountain giants of Jotunheim.

If you drink the mead of the God of Midgard at this banquet, what if he wants to use troops against Jotunheim and force the dwarves of the Durin tribe to take sides.

Then, it will be difficult for them to deal with it then.

So they were waiting for us here?

What a risk, I almost got fooled!

The older dwarves secretly thought of the cunningness of a certain **** of trickery, and at the same time they all looked at the patriarch Evald, hoping that he could make up his mind and resolve the current crisis.

Facing the expectant eyes of his tribe, Evald suddenly felt a little dizzy.

It's easy not to drink this glass of wine, but his daughter and the Dulin clan's gold are still in the opponent's hands.

If the God of the Middle Court turns against him in anger, they will suffer the consequences.

Just as Evald was hesitating about how to politely refuse, Lorne seemed to notice his concerns and smiled and said:

"Drink it with confidence, this is not mead, but my newly brewed ale."

When Evald heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. After a closer look, he discovered that the wine in the horn cup had a unique amber color, not the golden color of mead.

It's not mead, which means it's just a banquet for entertaining friends, with no special meaning.

The Durin dwarves who heard the implication one after another swallowed their saliva and looked straight at the amber wine in the horn cup.

The strong aroma of wine kept getting into their nostrils, making them scratch their heads.

Seeing that the tribesmen were gradually losing control, Ivald simply changed his mind and stood up to raise his glass in response:

"Since it is your new wine, I must try it!"

After saying that, he raised his head and poured the ale in the glass down his throat, intending to quickly complete the process and then leave.

Unexpectedly, as the wine enters the mouth, the sweet and mellow taste and rich layers explode on the tip of the tongue. Part of it goes straight to the brain through the palate, bringing an ecstasy to the soul, and the other part reaches the limbs through the taste buds and esophagus. The bones made the blood pulse and the pores dilate, and the fatigue accumulated from forging all night disappeared.

“Good wine!”

Evald's eyes opened and he couldn't help but praise loudly. The wine glass in his hand hit the ground and shattered.

Seeing the clan leader being so excited, the rest of the Dulin dwarves couldn't hold themselves back any longer, and they all picked up their wine glasses to try this new product.

And soon, the dwarves who tasted the taste all showed intoxicated expressions on their faces.

Mead appeared in the nine kingdoms very early. Although the dwarves like this drink that can make people feel ecstatic, they are far from being fanatical about it.

Especially the excessive pursuit of a delicate taste and the hint of honey sweetness mixed in it make the dwarves always feel that this drink has little taste.

The malt liquor I tasted today solved this problem perfectly, with a sweet and strong taste, rich and mellow texture.

If mead is the pretentious noble lord, then this malt wine is the bold and powerful low-level warrior, which is more in line with the temperament and taste of the dwarves.

So with just one sip, the taste buds of dozens of Durin dwarves were completely conquered.

The new malt liquor was poured into the mouths of the dwarves cup after cup, bringing ever-increasing sensory stimulation.

Gradually, the dwarves were no longer satisfied with using cups, but directly picked up the wine jar and drank heavily at the mouth of the jar.

Soon, this new product, which was many times stronger than mead, made their faces flushed, their consciousness intoxicated, and they began to dance and sing, or brag to each other with their tongues open.

Only Evald and a few shrewder older dwarves could barely restrain their appetites and maintain their sense.

But even so, their eyes were a little blurred, and their bodies and consciousness entered an extremely relaxed posture.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Lorne walked down from his seat with a smile and came to Evald:

"How's the wine?"

"Excellent! A thousand times better than the mead those girls drink!"

Evald replied with a tongue-in-cheek look on his face.

Lorne automatically filtered out the offensive second half, with a broad smile on his face.

"Then do you want to drink this kind of wine all the time?"

"Really?"

Evald's eyes shone brightly, and his sanity had almost been eaten away by the alcohol worm in his body.

Lorne nodded and changed the subject:

"It's possible, but there are still some minor issues."

"What's the problem?"

"These ales are brewed from the grain of the Midgard. If you want to drink this kind of wine, it will allow the Midgard and the Dwarf Kingdom to establish trade routes and trade with each other. But I am not very familiar with the situation there, and I need a group of trustworthy people. Manpower is responsible for the transportation, storage and sale of alcohol..."

"Look for us! Our Dulin tribe is willing to help!"

Ivald spoke without hesitation, and the Dulin dwarves next to him also nodded, showing great enthusiasm.

If this wonderful ale can be introduced into the dwarf country, not only will they be able to drink it, but it will also benefit other compatriots who love fine wine.

Seeing a few silly fish taking the initiative to bite the hook, the smile on Lorne's face became even brighter:

"That's great! Let's sign a contract and establish a cooperative relationship!"

"Do you still want to sign a contract?"

The dwarves stared blankly with big eyes and small eyes.

Lorne nodded and said righteously:

"Of course! Friendship is friendship, business is business, I am the most fair person, how can I let my friends suffer!"

When Evald heard this, he barely managed to stay awake, which made him hesitate:

"Sir, there is no need for a contract, we are just doing it conveniently..."

"Those who are willing to help will be provided with three jars of malt liquor for free per month!"

As Lorne raised his hand and waved, Evald's words suddenly got stuck. The Durin dwarves around him all looked over, and their breathing suddenly became rapid.

Free supply? And such a good thing!

Seeing that the dwarves did not answer, Lorne frowned:

"not enough?"

"No, we..."

"Well, let's do this. In the early stage of brewing, we need a lot of funds to purchase raw materials. The Dulin people can use the gold they have on hand to invest in the shares. The Temple of Fertility under me will be responsible for the technical aspects. When we make money, we will share it 30/70."

Lorne paused, a gentle smile appeared on his face,

"Although it will take some time to recover the cost, during this period, as partners of the temple, you can drink unlimited ale produced by the temple."

Hearing this, the dwarves were so excited that they almost twitched.

Unlimited ale? What a heavenly day this is!

Patriarch Evald and several older dwarves with a more far-sighted vision could not help but be shocked by the generosity of the God of the Midgard in front of them.

As personal experiencers, they certainly understand how powerful this ale is to attract dwarves.

As long as this kind of malt liquor is popularized, there will be a lot of dwarves willing to exchange their gold for a cup of fun.

In addition, giants, elves, and even the Warner Protoss may become potential trade targets.

Behind all this lies huge profits. Even if the income is only 30%, its value far exceeds the investment of 30 cars of gold.

What's more, the dwarves were willing to pay everything just for the condition of unlimited ale.

This is not the God of the humans in the Midgard, it is clearly the God of their dwarves!

Under the temptation of wine and gold, the Dulin dwarves present unanimously approved this business cooperation:

"Agree! We agree!"

"Okay, I will draft the contract and you can sign it if you have no objection."

Lorne said, quickly drawing up the contract and explaining the specific contents to the dwarves.

After confirming that this was a very generous contract, the several dwarf leaders who were already drunk excitedly wrote down their real names, then hugged the wine jar and drank the delicious ale to their heart's content.

Looking at the drunken dwarves staggering around in the hall, Lorne flicked the contract in his hand with a meaningful look in his eyes.

God's gifts often come with a high price.

The gift of fate must be repaid one day.

Similarly, the dwarves of the Dulin tribe seem to have taken advantage of the wine and gold, but as long as they establish a cooperative relationship with the Midgard, their common interests will inevitably drive them away from Jotunheim and move closer to the human side.

In the future, once the interests of the Atrium are harmed, the Dulin dwarves who have tasted the sweetness will inevitably turn against any foreigners who dare to invade the Atrium in order to protect their own industry.

The dual temptation of gold and spirits is enough to make them fight for it.

As Churchill said, there are no permanent friends or permanent enemies, only permanent interests.

Binding each other with interests and forming an alliance is the most stable.

On the other hand, as excellent craftsmen, dwarves' forging skills and sophisticated products are urgently needed for the development of human society.

Using wine made from grain to exchange for weapons and equipment that can resist foreign enemies is also a hugely profitable business for humans.

Therefore, the dwarf may gain, but he will never lose.

A certain God of the Atrium smiled with satisfaction, took the newly signed contract, stood up and walked out of the door of the living room and came to the side hall.

At this time, due to their young age, Hela, Holo, Eden and other three **** were not allowed to participate in the adults' wine party. They could only stay here to eat some snacks and drink some honey water to satisfy their cravings.

Seeing Lorne enter the door, Holo hummed and turned away, apparently still complaining that her old father didn't take her to drink with him.

Lorne smiled and handed over the contract in his hand:

"Take it."

"What?"

"The contract for business cooperation with the Dulin dwarves has been signed. You will be responsible for it from now on."

"I?"

Holo couldn't help but be stunned by the sudden appointment.

Lorne nodded and spoke in a deep voice:

"The nine kingdoms have always been unstable. The frost giants and mountain giants in the north, the fire giants in the south, the infiltration of Warner, and the rebellion of the dark elves... I have so many things to deal with, how can I have the energy to deal with these? Don't you always say My business talent is pretty good, but was it buried on Heather Island?

It just so happens that you try to deal with the wine business first and see if you can get results. "

After hearing this, Holo couldn't believe her ears:

"real?"

“Realer than real gold!”

Lorne hummed softly and stuffed the contract into his adopted daughter's arms.

In fact, as the master of the atrium who has many things to do, neither the Dulin dwarf's possessions nor the profits from the wine business are worth his while.

The reason why he chose to do it himself was just to plan a safer future for his daughter Holo.

As the Holy Spirit conceived from the harvest sacrifice, Holo was born with the power of "fertility".

The Temple of Fertility on the Heather Island was actually built for her.

Its purpose is to use the abundant divinity to shape Holo's godhead that favors the light side, so that he will avoid degenerating into a demonic wolf that destroys the world.

Everything was going well at first, but after the game between him and Olweg, Holo actually showed signs of becoming a demonic wolf.

This couldn't help but make Lorne feel a little uneasy, and he began to secretly look for strategies to deal with it.

When Holo repeatedly mentioned that she was interested in commerce, Lorne had an idea and thought of letting Holo cultivate the divinity of the God of Commerce, and then cooperate with the divinity of abundance to eliminate the demonic nature in the body.

Right now, he was taking the opportunity to win over the Durin dwarves to create opportunities and pave the way for Holo to take control of the God of Merchant.

It can be said that for the healthy growth of his adopted daughter, Lorne, the old father, has been worrying secretly.

Seeing the opportunity to start a business before her eyes, Holo, who was afraid of being cheated, couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. She rolled her eyes and shook her white paws:

"But we have no money! If you want us to do business, you have to give us capital, right?"

"Remember the thirty carts of gold the dwarves brought?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"Those are yours now."

Lorne said, throwing out the key to the temple vault, and then added leisurely,

"Those Durin dwarves will use these thirty carts of gold to invest in the temple as an initial investment in purchasing supplies and brewing wine. Once the project is profitable, after giving them 30% of the profit, the rest will be yours."

After receiving the cold metal key, Holo was stunned for a moment.

After a moment, she came to her senses and was finally convinced that this was a real opportunity. She couldn't help but rush towards her old father with joy:

"Dad, we love you to death!"

"Paji~~"

A pretty face came closer and kissed Lorne **** one side of his cheek, making a crisp sound.

Suddenly, the whole place fell into silence. Hela and Eden looked at the wolf-eared girl in astonishment as she sat on her adoptive father's waist and kissed her boldly.

As a person involved, Lorne couldn't help but be stunned.

Immediately, he raised his hand and touched his cheek, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot:

"Oh, what are you doing? You made me drool all over my face."

"Giggle, kiss you! You have done so much for us, of course we have to show it!"

Holo replied with a smile, as if it was natural.

When Luo En heard this, his face was filled with disgust:

"You can just kiss me, and you won't even wash your mouth. It's full of snack dregs..."

"No, we are happy!"

The rebellious wolf cub hugged the keeper's neck with both hands, lowered his head with a smile, pursed his lips and attacked the other cheek.

"I really can't stand you..."

Lorne complained feebly while pressing the head that was hunched over his body, as if he was dealing with a large dog that was making fun of its owner.

Just as one person and one wolf were entangled with each other, a black shadow rushed forward, got ahead of Holo, and quickly pecked Lorne on the other cheek.

Seeing that the territory she had not yet touched was marked by others, Holo became angry:

"Hela, what are you doing?"

"Like you, express gratitude."

Hela raised the sword of the night sky that she had just obtained and answered confidently.

Holo glared at her good sister and protested unhappily:

"Can it be the same? This is our dad!"

"Same, this is my teacher."

"We came first!"

"So, I let you kiss me first."

Hela responded in a deep voice, her face as usual.

Hearing such gangster logic, Holo was so angry that her mouth was filled with smoke:

"No! This is all ours, don't try to steal it!"

With that said, Holo quickly lowered her head and began to occupy the base.

"Why is it yours? I can do it too!"

Not to be outdone, Hela declared her sovereignty over the other half of her teacher's body.

Faced with the rain of little heads falling down like raindrops, the tired Loli breeder quickly lost her battle, and her cheeks, forehead, back of hands, arms and other places were damaged one after another.

At this moment, Eden on the side watched Hela and Holo take turns expressing "thank you" to someone in this strange way, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

She has done bad things before.

Not only did he break the precious jar of wine, but he also got his father and this gentleman into a fight.

But instead of blaming her, the adult took her in and gave her a lot of delicious food.

So, I also want to thank you?

Well, it should!

After making up his mind, Eden gathered up his courage, trotted forward, and bumped into Lorne's chest.

As we all know, dwarves are known for their strength, and the four corners of the sky in the Nordic world are supported by four dwarves.

Although Eden is still young, he has good qualifications.

In addition, there is no systematic combat training, and there is almost no concept of stopping the force.

Then, the little figure hit him with a headbutt, causing the victim who was caught off guard to see everything black and fall straight to the ground.

Looking at the little loli Eden who was sitting on top of him, with his index finger on the corner of his lips, hesitating about how to take her mouth, and Hela and Holo who were almost tearing him in half, Lorne wanted to Cry without tears.

Are you sure this is repayment of gratitude and not revenge?

Just as the three little **** hung on a certain benefactor and began to circle the ground with their mouths, a clear cough came from outside the door.

Freya, wearing a gauze skirt and her figure seemed more graceful than before, knocked on the doorframe to announce her arrival.

Seeing this uninvited guest, the three little **** were startled and quickly got up from the ground, revealing Lorne's buried figure.

Freya looked at her temporary boss with saliva marks on the ground and the three little **** shrunk into the shadows, and couldn't help showing complicated eyes:

"You actually like this?"

No wonder this guy always tortured her but never really took action against her.

It turns out that what this guy likes is not an adult girl, but a little girl like this who has not yet developed.

Beast!

As if he felt the contempt in his subordinate's eyes, Lorne quickly got up from the ground and opened his mouth to defend:

"Actually, it's not what you think. They were just..."

"No need to explain, I respect your hobbies and I didn't see anything just now."

Freya snorted in response, and then quickly explained her purpose before Lorne could take over the conversation.

"But you'd better calm down now. Odin is here and he wants to see you and Hela. You hurry up and clean up. I'll help delay it for a while."

Seeing the back of the Warner Valkyrie floating away and hearing the ambiguous lingering sound, Lorne's face turned black and he felt crazy in his heart.

I'm really not a **** person!

real!

(End of chapter)