Very soon, Nalant returned to the arena.
The Human Race's registration required a line, after all. The number of humans was far, far greater than that of the Dark Demon God and the Devil Race.
After waiting in line for a full hour and more, it was finally Nalant's turn.
"Nalant!"
Once the contract was signed and he had received his own numbered token, Nalant's registration was complete.
"Huh, Human Nalant!"
Just then, a voice called out to Nalant. It was none other than the Dwarf Wayneber.
"Lord Wayneber, I didn't expect to see you here. How have you been lately?" Nalant immediately went forward to greet him.
As for this Dwarf Wayneber, Nalant was actually quite grateful.
Not only had he exchanged wine with him for the shop, but thanks to his promotion, his wine shop had also spread through Dwarven circles.
Now, with the boost from that legend, plus the Hacksaw Lord God personally coming to the shop to buy wine, Storm Wine Shop had also become a must-visit wine shop for Dwarves in the City of Stars.
"Me? I've been doing terribly lately!" Hearing this, Wayneber shook his head at Nalant.
Nalant froze. This was rather unexpected. One had to know that Wayneber had clearly made a connection with the Hacksaw Lord God that day.
Needless to say, the Hacksaw Lord God's status among the Dwarves was extraordinary. In that case, after Wayneber had made that connection, his standing within his race should have risen like a boat lifted by the tide. How could he be doing terribly?
Seeing Nalant's puzzled expression, the Dwarf Wayneber suddenly laughed. "Haha, Nalant, the reason I've been doing terribly is because the Hacksaw Lord God has been personally teaching me cultivation. For these past few months, I've been cultivating every day,