It took a full half hour before the first barrel of Emerald Strong Liquor was finally distilled.
By then, the faces of those beside the still were all flushed red, because the alcohol vapor from the distillation was simply too strong.
Had there not been a shop selling Grape Wine right in front of them, the fragrance of the liquor alone would probably have drawn in a whole crowd of Dwarves.
"Alright, Raymond, put out the fire first!" Nalant immediately gave the order.
"Nalant, it's done already?" Natasha stepped forward curiously, looking at the Emerald Strong Liquor that had been distilled into the barrel with some confusion.
It did not seem to have changed at all. She had not seen Nalant add any ingredients, either—he had simply heated it over a fire, no different from boiling water.
Could that really increase the strength of the liquor?
"That's right, this is enough." Nalant nodded.
Though he was not yet sure just how much stronger the distilled liquor would be, he felt that it would at least be more potent than the original Emerald Strong Liquor.
As he spoke, Nalant walked over to the barrel, took a cup from Big Stone, and scooped out a small cup of distilled liquor.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Nalant brought it to his lips and took a small sip.
Hiss—ha!
The moment the liquor entered his mouth, Nalant's face lit up with delight, and he let out the professional exhale of an old drunkard.
Anyone who had heard such a breath before would surely know what it meant: the liquor had reached a certain level of fierceness.
"Nalant, how is it? Did it work?" Natasha clearly did not understand, but seeing Nalant's pleased expression, she guessed that success was more likely.
"Natasha, give it a try!"