Once the money was paid, the dwarven steward wrote Nalant's name into a thick ledger in his hands. In this dwarven settlement, they did not even need deeds.
The dwarves themselves did not have so many twists and turns in their hearts, and neither did they possess the advanced industry and commerce of the human race. By all accounts, they were still a tribal people.
After the steward left, Nalant did not linger in the house. Leaving two serfs behind to guard the stone house, he returned to the inn.
The wine from half a month ago had already sold out, so if the shop wanted to reopen, it could only wait until the next shipment.
Nalant's departure date had also been set. He was preparing to head back tomorrow morning.
"My lord, the dwarf Black Tower is downstairs. He says he has business with you!" In the evening, as Nalant's subordinates busied themselves packing their equipment in preparation for setting off at dawn tomorrow, Big Stone came to the second floor to report.
"Black Tower? Let him come in!" Black Tower was practically a regular visitor here by now.
For one thing, when the caravan arrived half a month ago, Nalant had given him another jug of Magic Potion Grape Wine.
To Black Tower, that was truly no small favor.
Of course, besides that, Nalant had also gifted Black Tower several jugs of other precious fine wines.
The reason he had given him so much, aside from winning him over and thanking him for promoting the wine, was that Nalant had another matter to ask of him.
Nalant had obtained five barrels of high-grade spirits from Roel, and he had sampled them all.
Their potency was indeed respectable, considerably higher than that of Magic Potion Grape Wine.
However, such