However, Nalant had never tasted this wine either. In his previous life, he had only a superficial understanding of Western liquor, so he was merely making a blind guess.
Though Master Muer held the status of a master, he was also a genuine dwarf. Thus, the dwarves' life-or-death love of drink applied to him just the same.
The moment Master Muer caught the scent of wine wafting through the air, the refusal that had been on his lips immediately died away. Instead, he unceremoniously reached out and took the wine jug.
Glug, glug!
The next moment, Nalant heard the sound of gulping beside him. Master Muer did not even bother with a cup, lifting the jug straight to his mouth and drinking deeply.
"Fine wine. This should be Blazing Fire Wine brewed by the Blue Shield Empire's royal family, shouldn't it?"
"Master Muer truly has profound knowledge of fine wine. That's right, this is Blazing Fire Wine brewed by the Blue Shield Empire's royal family, personally made by Master Perry, their chief brewmaster."
"I hear a rare magical herb was added to it. That herb can further bring out the wine's fiery strength. Unfortunately, it is far too difficult to find, so the royal family can only brew a little over fifty barrels a year."
"It truly is good. This Blazing Fire Wine is the strongest wine I've had in recent years!" Master Muer smacked his lips. There was no trace left of his former masterful dignity; he looked more like a wine-soaked drunkard, hugging the jug in his hands as though he could not bear to part with it.
"Master Muer, I specially brought five barrels of fine wine with me this time. However, those five barrels were inconvenient to carry, so they are still at an inn outside