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Chapter 5 The Secret of Becoming God

The dwarves are addicted to alcohol, one of the reasons being that they can drink very well.

However, being able to drink a lot does not mean that they cannot get drunk.

Rather, it means that even if they get drunk, they can recover quickly and continue drinking.

By repeating this cycle, the dwarves were able to drink more wine, and they also gained recognition from others for their drinking capacity.

And Gralin was also a dwarf, and he recovered from his drunken state quite quickly.

At the beginning, he drank all the wine, and Murphy did not take out the half bottle of wine.

So later on, he never had any wine to drink.

Therefore, he slowly entered a state of sobriety.

But now he has completely sobered up.

Gralin's expression was a little awkward, his eyes were wandering, and he didn't dare to look at Murphy.

After all, he had just shown such an embarrassing appearance in front of his friend's descendants.

Looking at Uncle Gralin mumbling and unwilling to talk to him.

Murphy just smiled at him and then took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"Uncle Gralin, still drinking?"

"Burp! I don't want to drink anymore. Drinking will cause trouble."

Gralin knew that Murphy was giving him a way out.

He burped and waved at Murphy, indicating that he didn't want to drink anymore.

But what he said was not necessarily made up.

After all, he had just experienced a social death incident.

So now, he truly understood that drinking would cause trouble.

"Uncle Gralin, the wine is finished, and I have something to ask of you."

"Humph, I knew you weren't that kind. Tell me, kid."

At this time, Gralin had fully recovered, and he changed his way of addressing Murphy back to "boy".

The two of them had a tacit understanding and no one mentioned what they had just said.

"Uncle Gralin, let me make it clear first, don't be angry later."

"..."

Gralin glanced at Murphy suspiciously and hesitated.

"alright."

But in the end, he nodded.

After seeing Gralin nod, Murphy stood up from her chair.

Then he walked over to the big bag he had placed behind him.

Then he opened the big bag and took out the first thing.

Since Murphy opened the backpack with his back to Gralin, before he walked back to the table.

Gralin didn't even know what he took out of the big bag.

Of course, now he knew.

That was the sword he had made for Murphy before, but now it was broken into two pieces.

"..."

"Wait, don't be angry first."

Murphy saw a hint of red begin to appear on Gralin's face, and then the red quickly spread from his face to his forehead.

Fortunately, Murphy stopped the dwarf before he completely exploded, otherwise he would have been scolded.

He first raised his hands to comfort Gralin, then quickly turned around, walked to the backpack again, took out the second thing from it, and hid it behind him.

Then he returned to the table and showed Gralin the second item—the half bottle of wine he had asked Enoch for.

But this time Gralin didn't take it. He just sat there, staring blankly at the bottle of wine in Murphy's hand.

"Huh? Is this wine bad?"

'Why didn't Uncle Gralin react?'

Murphy felt a little confused. He put the half bottle of wine on the table and scratched his head.

"Forget it, maybe you don't want to drink for the time being?"

Thinking of this, Murphy was about to turn around again and take the third thing left in his backpack.

But before he turned around, Gralin finally spoke.

"Boy, this wine...where did you get it from?"

"Um...a friend gave it to me."

"That friend of yours is really amazing."

Murphy looked over and found that Gralin was staring at the half-full bottle of wine.

And his eyes were filled with an expression that should be like appreciation.

A dwarf uncle actually made that expression towards a half-empty bottle of wine...Murphy felt a chill unconsciously.

“Is this wine special?”

"To say it's special... is almost the same."

"There are so few of these kinds of wine. The last time I saw them was forty years ago."

"At that time I had not yet left Khazad-dûm, and had the honor of attending the king's banquet."

"At that banquet, the king brought out a bottle of wine just like this, and I even got a drop of it."

"That taste, tsk tsk."

Having said that, Gralin licked his lips with his tongue, as if he was recalling the taste of forty years ago.

"Khazad-dûm... seems to be the capital of the Dwarves in the Northern Kingdom?"

"And those forty years? Uncle Gralin is already this old...?"

"Oh, right! I almost forgot, dwarves, like elves, are immortal."

Just as Gralin was lost in his memories, Murphy was thinking about something else.

At this time, Gralin came out of his memories again and continued to speak to Murphy.

"Also, I heard that this wine seems to have a special effect, which is——"

Gralin didn't finish his sentence, but paused at the end.

The way he stopped talking mid-sentence made him look like some authors who cut off their sentences at the crucial moment.

"That's...what?"

Murphy couldn't suppress her curiosity and couldn't help asking.

After hearing him ask him a question, Gralin nodded and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

He stopped mid-sentence on purpose.

Because he actually likes the feeling of being questioned, and besides, he just lost face in front of his junior Murphy.

Therefore, as a petty dwarf, Gralin had already started thinking about how to get back at Murphy.

He stroked his beard and then spoke slowly to Murphy.

"This kind of wine is said to be related to God."

"?!"

In fact, Murphy didn't care too much at first.

After all, it’s just a bottle of wine. How special can it be?

Drinking just one drop will make you drunk and it can enhance your sexual performance, but these are the only special features of it.

But what he didn't expect was that he would hear such a big secret here.

"Just a bottle of wine, can you get in touch with God?!"

'This is too fake.'

In fact, Murphy didn't believe it at all in her heart, because it was too ridiculous.

However, he still couldn't help but ask.

"Really...really?"

Gralin was very satisfied with Murphy's reaction now.

But I still have to answer his questions properly.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's that real."

After hearing this, Murphy's interest instantly dropped by half.

And Gralin also noticed the other party's mood changes.

Although he knew in his heart that this story sounded fake and not that interesting.

But the strange pride that is characteristic of dwarves, and his own trust in the storyteller, made him continue.

"Because, after I finished drinking, I didn't hear the oracle."

Chapter 6 Oracle

"Oracle? What does this wine have to do with the oracle?"

Murphy asked Gralin again.

Although his interest has now dissipated a lot, he is still somewhat curious about the story the other party told.

"This matter was told to me by the king of our dwarf tribe."

Gralin's expression was a little nostalgic. He shook his head and closed his eyes after he finished speaking.

Because he needed some time to recall the story he heard from the Dwarf King forty years ago.

Soon, he opened his eyes again and spoke to Murphy in a cautious tone.

"The king said that after drinking this wine, one can hear oracles from the divine realm."

"And in that oracle—"

"The secret to becoming a god is hidden."

"..."

Murphy listened to what Gralin said in silence, and the other party didn't pay attention to him and just kept talking.

"That being said, after I finished drinking, I didn't even hear a sound, let alone an oracle."

"So, if you ask me whether I believe it or not, then I definitely don't believe this story."

"However, these words were said by the king after all, so I dare not say that this story is definitely false."

After saying this, Gralin shut up.

Because what he just said is all he knows.

The topic had come to an end here, and there was nothing more for him to add.

After listening to this, Murphy lowered his head and stood silently at the table, thinking about his own things.

What he was thinking about at the moment was his situation in the maze city.

In fact, until just now, Murphy didn't realize how precious this bottle of wine was.