"Eh, so the last one is Storm Territory!"
"Storm Territory, the one that produces grape wine?"
"That's right, Storm Territory! Haha, was I right or not? I said there was no need for the last one to compete either—it's just a waste of time!"
"Indeed. Although Storm Territory's grape wine is delicious and suits the tastes of us humans, the ones tasting strong liquor onstage today are Dwarven soldiers!"
"I reckon that grape wine would be lucky to get more than forty approvals."
"More than forty is useless too. Three have already received unanimous approval today..."
When the Dwarf announced that the final participant was Storm Territory, murmurs immediately rose from the crowd.
Although everyone's comments remained negative, they also showed from another angle that grape wine had truly gained considerable fame in just these few days.
"Pfft, brat, what are your thoughts now? Perhaps heaven is punishing some country bumpkin with no self-awareness, making him the last to take the stage and compete!"
At that moment, Second Prince Cory could no longer sit still.
Using the buzzing discussions below, he felt that now was the perfect time to continue mocking Nalant.
After all, the three previous unanimous approvals were most suitable for undermining grape wine.
"Idiot!" Yet what angered Cory was that, even in the face of the negative remarks from tens of thousands of spectators and his present mockery, not a trace of anger could be seen on Nalant's face. He merely responded with a calm, "Idiot."
"Brat, do you think you can save face just by putting on a brave front? I told you long ago not to let a country bumpkin like you daydream about entering this competition!" Of course, upon second thought, Cory decided that Nalant was merely forcing himself to stay composed.
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