I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Queen O'Falve turned to Fran again after also exchanging greetings with the Corberts.

"Hmmm...... kun"

He's moving his nose. also, could it smell? No, no, I take a bath every day, and I purify my gear, okay? You should be fine.

It's just that after watching Orfalv's attitude, for some reason, he started twitching to the Dwarves who were holding him back, right?

Until then, I was so jittery behind the queen without changing one expression... Now he's got his nose rough as he looks at Orfalv and Fran with a flicker on his side.

"What's going on?

"It's Fran. Lord, have some booze... don't keep that pretty good booze too!

Let your eyes shine and scream like that. Definitely, it would be about the ancient liquor of the elves.

But how did you know?

"Why?"

"Ha ha! You can't delude my nose!

Wow, you're saying you got the smell of the liquor that was only marginally left in Fran?

"You mean this?

"Nooooooooo!

The moment I saw the bottle that Fran casually removed, Orfalv screamed outrageously.

It's a startling look, as if the majestic attitude was a lie until then. Staring at the liquor bottle Fran holds with that face, he's shaking with a pull. There are no pieces of majesty.

"Oh, that's... Let, elf liquor with the fruit of the holy tree...... And pretty old, huh?

I just said it when I saw it.

"300 years old."

I heard Fran's words. I could see the surrounding Dwarves rattling their throats with cockroaches. Orfalv and the escorts are not the only ones.

Soon, the soldiers watched this one faraway. The eyes of all dwarves are concentrated in the liquor bottle.

When Fran gently moved the liquor bottle to the left and right, their gaze also moved simultaneously. It's an unusual sight, but it's strange because with all this movement, it looks a little funny.

"Chi, by the way...... Aren't you going to sell me that liquor? It's going to cost me 3 million gold. What do you say?"

Mecha expensive. But I guess that's all it's worth to Dwarf.

"I'd really like to get more out..."

No, no, no, no more... No matter how old and scarce it was, it's three million, right?

But Orfalv's face is serious. Neither do the other Dwarves look surprised by the 3 million words. Rather, it was a natural face.

"Under national law, it's up to three million."

"What do you mean?

"For Dwarves, booze is the water of life. Naturally, I would like to have a good drink."

"Mmm."

"If you're a king, there's a lot of money to make you move..."

Dwarves are said to have less appetite, less financial appetite than other races.

It's not like there's no greed. Racially workaholic, they just crave a satisfying job and the tasty booze that follows.

Craftsmen, it's not uncommon to put all the money you earn from your work into booze. And if you want good liquor, it costs a lot of money.

In addition to being rare, there would not be a cap on the price if it became something that was aged for a long time.

And instead of buying too much rare liquor and emptying the treasury, some of the great old Dwarf kings apparently even owed a tremendous debt.

At that time, it was said that a ceiling on the budget, which could be used as a liquor bill, and a ceiling on the amount offered for a single bottle of liquor were established as national law.

It seems Dwarf is the one who sets the cap, not the ban.

But 3 million? Sure, it's a lot of money, but if you think it's enough alcohol to be told, don't feel like selling it easily.

Selling is not a problem. This liquor was received as a reward. We have ownership.

I was told that if I gave it to the Guild Master in Goldicia, they would give it a convenience, but that's not why they definitely want it delivered. It was only suggested as one way of using this liquor.

I can sell it here to Orfalv for 3 million......

(What do we do?

'Um, I'm not in trouble for money right now, and all this booze will be hard to get for'

(So, won't you sell it?

That said, it's 3 million. Think of it as a bottle of wine you just get and it will be a good enough bargain. I mean, I feel like I'm getting too much.

As we talked, Orfalv started cumming with his nose close to the bottle.

"Oh, my skills are hurting. The fragrance of this delicious wine... I can't stop."

"skills?"

"I have the extra skill of God of Alcohol. It's the best skill for Dwarves to spot tasty drinks and tell you who they have to do with tasty drinks by smell!

I thought it would be shovoy to make it an extra skill, but the Dwarves don't think that either.

Rather, proud. For those of them who love booze, it's probably the best skill in a way.

"That's the super strong skill?

"Yeah? Oh, you mean that. There is no fighting power in the love of the god of alcohol. Storage that doubles the aging of alcohol on the nose searching for alcohol. A tongue that knows the information about the alcohol drunk in the hand that raises the character of the liquor poured. Plus, an appraisal ability that specializes only in alcohol. A thoroughbred skill for booze."

Sa, that's the love of the liquor god. It was an ability for drinking by the god of alcohol. If you drink alcohol, you may get stronger. It's just the ability to drink good liquor.

"I guess what the Lord is talking about is another extra skill I have"

"What abilities?

"There you go, you know? See?"

"... if I give you this alcohol, will you tell me?

No, no! That's when you sell booze, you have to negotiate for information on your skills too!

"I can't have it for free!

"Well, I'll sell this, so tell me about your skills"

"Then let's do it!

Good thing Orfalv is a disciplined dwarf.

A Dwarf soldier approached me when I was talking to Orfalv about the treatment of alcohol that way.

"Queen. The antidemonic hordes are approaching."

"Mm-hmm. Right. I'll see you later, then. I'll show you my skills in action anyway."

"Good luck to us, too"

"Ha ha! Good! Let me see your Lord's power!

"Mmm!"

I got a hiatus at first, but you look like you could get along with Dwarf.