"Very good, Black Tower. When will you be able to forge it?" Nalant did not waste words. Since Black Tower could forge it, he was the most suitable person to handle the main body.
"Nalant, are you in a hurry?"
"I am indeed in a hurry!" Nalant nodded.
There were only two days left until the brewing competition. Naturally, the sooner he produced distilled liquor, the more at ease he would be.
"Nalant, how large does this kettle need to be?" Black Tower confirmed.
"About one meter tall will do!" Nalant gestured with his hands.
This was only an experiment for now, so the still did not need to be too large. If it were too large, it would instead draw attention.
"A kettle that big? That will take at least two days!" Black Tower was rather surprised.
A one-meter-tall kettle—was it meant for boiling bathwater?
He immediately estimated the fastest possible timeframe.
However, when he saw Nalant frown, he paused before adding, "But if I call in another helper, it should be forged by noon tomorrow!"
"Very good, then it's settled!" Only after hearing that did Nalant finally feel satisfied.
"By the way, Black Tower, would you mind if I paid you with Magic Potion Grape Wine? Two jugs of Magic Potion Grape Wine!"
"Two jugs of Magic Potion Grape Wine?" Black Tower's eyes widened at once. Since it was a kettle for boiling water, it would certainly be made from ordinary iron, without even needing any mithril.
Yet one jug of Magic Potion Grape Wine was worth nearly a hundred gold coins. Nalant was practically giving money away!
"Of course!" Surprised as he was, Black Tower reacted quickly, immediately nodding like a chick pecking at grain.
"Very good, Black Tower. I'll be leaving then. I'll come back tomorrow