Then, amid the eager anticipation of the dwarves, Black Tower had his attendant bring out more than a dozen small cups and divided the jug of ordinary grape wine among them.
There was only one jug of ordinary grape wine, so naturally it was impossible to give some to every dwarf in the tavern.
Thus, in the end, only several dwarves near Black Tower who were fairly familiar with him stepped forward and took the cups.
"This color really is beautiful, and it smells sweet too. But I wonder whether it's strong!"
The dwarves held their cups up before their eyes and examined them curiously for a moment. They felt that this so-called grape wine was probably fruit wine, and deeply doubted that it could truly be as delicious as Black Tower claimed.
"You'll know once you taste it!" The more they doubted, the happier Black Tower became.
He knew the taste of this grape wine himself. It truly was delicious—far more palatable than Blazing Fire Wine—so he was simply waiting for these dwarves to show their shocked expressions.
Hearing this, the dwarves hesitated no longer. They raised their cups and gulped down two mouthfuls.
Of course, with so many people, each of them had received only those two mouthfuls.
After two gulps, their cups were already empty!
Once they had drunk it, the dwarves who had not gotten any and were merely watching the spectacle all turned their attention to their expressions, waiting for their reactions.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, for some unknown reason, the dozen or so dwarves who had drunk the grape wine all stood there stiffly and blankly, as if they had arranged it beforehand.
The others were utterly baffled. Was the wine so awful, or was it so good?
At that moment, the attendant, who