Taking the group of Daughters of Luck downstairs, Roel, who had been waiting for quite some time, led them to the restaurant next to the inn, which also doubled as a tavern.
Although the Dwarf Territory did not have much variety in its cuisine, it never lacked magic beast meat.
With all manner of magic beasts in Furnace Forest, they lived off the mountain by eating what the mountain provided. Thus, magic beast meat was naturally the staple food in the Dwarf Territory.
"Nalant, have a taste. There's plenty of magic beast meat in the Dwarf Territory—even mid-tier magic beast meat is available. It's much better than in our Sacred Alliance!"
"In the Sacred Alliance, mid-tier magic beasts are either hunted down or driven away. If we want to eat them more often, we have to wait!" Roel was treating them to this meal.
It was his way of expressing his apology to Nalant. Originally, he had said he would ask Master Muer to forge Nalant a weapon, but now Nalant had ended up having to provide the wine himself.
Still, Roel had promised that he would pay the gold coins for forging the longsword.
"Alright! And you can finally try my Amethyst Grape Wine!" Nalant nodded, then took a jug of grape wine from his spatial ring.
"Haha, Nalant, I've been unable to wait any longer!" Roel had been waiting for this all along.
More than anything, he was curious about the wine that had earned Master Muer's praise.
Nalant immediately poured Roel a glass. Roel leaned closer and sniffed it. "It smells so sweet and fragrant. I never knew wine could smell this good!"
With that, Roel eagerly lifted the silver cup and took a sip.
"Mm! Good wine!" As the mouthful went down his throat, Roel shuddered