Though his distilled high-proof liquor truly was fierce enough in taste, who knew whether the dwarves would accept it?
After all, if it were Nalant, setting aside whether he liked it or not and looking only at the cost, he would think without hesitation that rum was worth more money.
Of course, it was just as he himself had thought: he, Nalant, was not a dwarf.
To dwarves, wine was in fact above gold coins.
They forged to earn money not only for the needs of life; the greatest reason was to buy wine.
So if they could directly exchange for fine wine they liked, then as long as their basic livelihood was guaranteed, they would be willing even if they had no gold coins on them.
"Human, what is your name? Are you really planning to use strong liquor like this to pay the rent? Three hundred divine power crystals a jug—that would require at least more than one thousand six hundred jugs. Do you really have that many?"
The dwarf seemed to feel as though he had not had enough, clearly already tempted.
"Of course I do, dwarf sir. My name is Nalant. If you are willing to accept it, then I can bring enough Dwarf's Intoxication in a while and sign the contract with you. By the way, I still don't know your honored name?"
Nalant immediately thumped his chest and guaranteed it. As for this distilled liquor, he naturally had plenty in stock, and it was only a little over a thousand jugs—almost too easy!
"My name is Wayneber. Human god, let's make this clear in advance: the wine you provide afterward must be of the same quality and strength as that jug just now. Otherwise, if it doesn't have the quality of that jug, our