episode_0196

Alcohol is an essential element for dwarves. Alcohol was mentioned earlier when Jukel said something similar to a dwarven proverb.

As if the excitement of entering the mine was a lie, I was worried as I watched the dwarves suddenly lose their temper when the topic of alcohol came up.

“Umm….”

For some reason, I’m starting to get worried. If things continued like this, there was a possibility that achieving my goal would be delayed.

Of course, there was a solution.

‘AC, I’ve been trying to survive with this for 50 years…’

The only problem is that my bleeding is increasing.

“Do you want to drink that much?”

“Can you even say that! We can’t live without alcohol!”

When I tried to get lucky, a dwarf old man reacted sensitively.

Why make such a fuss when you’re alive and well now?

“…I do have some alcohol though.”

At my words, all the dwarves in front looked at me with murderous eyes.

With so many people looking at me at the same time, the pressure was no joke.

“Hmm… I’m grateful, but it doesn’t mean anything unless it’s an amount of alcohol that satisfies all of us. ”

“That’s right. They might end up fighting each other. ”

“Kuhhh… Well, I mean… I don’t need alcohol…!”

…It’s very annoying.

Is it really necessary to say such a sad thing about refusing alcohol?

I’m quite a fanatic too, but I’m not at the level where I can understand things like that.

I thought I knew a lot about dwarves, but it seems I still don’t know much.

“The quantity is sufficient.”

“Enough? It’s a lie, right?”

“…No matter what you imagine, there are more than you think.”

That’s 50 years’ worth of alcohol. I have stored up enough alcohol to last myself for 50 years, and no matter how much dwarves drink alcohol like water, I will never run out of it.

“I don’t believe you, so don’t tempt us anymore!”

“That’s right! Even now, I’m not even holding a bottle of alcohol!”

Now he even denies what I said with tears in his eyes. Instead of answering, I took out a large oak barrel.

Thanks to Prinia’s power, measures were taken to ensure that alcohol could be taken out and consumed at any time.

The dwarves looked at the oak barrel that suddenly popped out of empty space with their eyes wide open.

“Uh, what?”

“Suddenly a barrel…”

Without another word, I removed the stopper from the oak barrel. Dwarves had the ability to detect the scent of alcohol rising through those small holes, even from a distance.

“Soo, it’s alcohol!”

“It’s real alcohol!?”

“Oh… I thought I wouldn’t be able to drink alcohol until I die because of that damn dragon…!”

“God! Thank you!”

Dwarves express their emotions in their own way. Among them, there were some who unintentionally guessed my identity.

“There is plenty, so drink until you feel better.”

“Woo, ooo!!”

From that day on, I became a god among them.

This is not a joke; it means that a little bit of clear faith has developed, so there are people who truly believe in me.

At this point, we could see how great the dwarves’ desire for alcohol was.

“Wow… this is such an amazing drink?”

“I don’t think it was made with fruit… What is this sweetness?”

“What is the name of this drink?”

Dwarves who can’t get their minds off the taste of whiskey they’re trying for the first time.

Ah, this is Earth’s whiskey… I couldn’t say that, so I just explained what it was made from.

“Barley? This is alcohol made from barley!?”

“To be exact, it contains various things other than barley… Anyway, it is a liquor made from grains and its name is whiskey.”

“Ah, come to think of it, I’ve heard that before. It is said that humans make alcohol using grains rather than fruits…”

“Humans drink? beer? Now that I think about it, I heard that beer is also made from barley?”

“But the alcohol content of this is incomparable to beer, right? Ugh, jumping up and down is just my style.”

“Hey, do you wear your tongue as a decoration? That’s brewed liquor, and this is distilled liquor no matter how you look at it.”

The dwarves emptied an oak barrel and started talking among themselves about alcohol.

“I remembered! I’ve tried whiskey before!”

“Me too. I’ve tasted it before when I stopped by a human city. But it wasn’t this delicious?”

“Human drinking has advanced this much?”

“Is the future of dwarves okay as it is? Aren’t we supposed to make alcohol with grain too?”

“Easier said than done. How efficient would it be to make a rice field in a mountain like this?”

I don’t think he showed this level of seriousness even when he was digging for gems, but despite clearly drinking heavily, he was having a discussion more cool-headed than ever.

After chatting amongst themselves, a dwarf came forward as a representative and spoke to me with embarrassment.

“Hey… do you mind for a moment?”

“…What is it?”

“If you don’t mind, could I have one more message?”

“As much as you want.”

Originally, I would have reluctantly given it to him out of regret for my blood-like wine, but I had no time to do so because I was busy confirming the faith that the dwarves had sent me.

To be honest, it was a considerable amount of faith for just throwing an oak barrel at me, so assuming that I would gain faith every time I gave alcohol like this, I would definitely benefit.

“Hehe! You are very cheerful.”

The dwarves who opened the new barrel I gave them and immediately tasted them all looked puzzled.

“Huh? The taste is quite different from before, isn’t it?”

“It’s equally delicious… but the characters are quite different!”

“Isn’t this whiskey?”

I shook my head as questions flew at me again.

“No. Just like the previous one, it is also whiskey.”

“The taste is too different for that to be true?”

“That’s because the types and ratios of grains used to make alcohol were different.”

“You did it differently? Did you make these drinks yourself?”

“First of all?”

I received a little… no, a lot of help from Kaela, but it is undoubtedly true that this liquor was created under my leadership.

I was once again at a loss for words due to the sudden surge of faith. What on earth does alcohol mean to dwarves?

Was the taste of whiskey that impressive?

After all, if you drink cask strength whiskey aged in oak barrels burned with dragon flames and you are not impressed at all, then that is a problem.

“Okay, can I try other things too?”

“Please let me taste it!”

Now it has reached a point where everyone, regardless of their age, treats me with respect.

I was so happy that my faith was growing in real time that I took out five oak barrels at once.

The dwarves were almost in the mood for a festival as the barrels kept appearing.

“Ooooh! hey! Does it taste better when mixed?”

“Get out of the way! The one I mixed tastes better!”

Now, we have reached a point where we make and drink blended whiskey together.

As I was enjoying watching the scene, I suddenly heard a familiar voice next to me.

“…What kind of fuss is this?”

It was Wayne.

“Uh, Wayne. What happened?”

“What is the matter? I came because I was worried because you didn’t come back until it got dark.”

“Oh, has it already been so long? Orhaha?”

“Sleep first. Anyway, so what are these dwarves doing here?”

“I’m losing my senses from the taste of whiskey.”

“Oh, that drink? It’s definitely delicious. Is that why the dwarves are in such an uproar?”

“Do you understand why I like those dwarves so much?”

“Hey, isn’t it a bit much to say something like that?”

“It’s strange enough for people to become religious just because they were given some alcohol.”

Wayne also looked surprised at my words.

“You have developed a sense of faith? Dwarves to you Eugene?”

“Uh. My faith has definitely built up.”

“…They say 10% of dwarves’ blood is alcohol. I guess they were right.”

“Isn’t that too exaggerated?”

It’s the same as saying your blood alcohol content is 10%.

“Uhehe! Drink more! Drink more!”

“Wow~ it’s sweet! Sweet! Living with this taste is life!”

“This is God’s drink! This is nectar!”

Uh, well… I guess that’s not an exaggeration.

“Okay, everyone, let’s leave now. The sun has run out, but it’s dangerous to stay here.”

Even for dwarves, the mountains at night were dangerous when they were drunk.

“Ugh… us! What is the name of the god of wine?”

A dwarf asked me with a very twisted tongue. Now he is treated like a god even on the outside.

Even though we were together all day today, the fact that he is now asking my name means that the influence of alcohol has been significant.

If Araz hadn’t banned alcohol, they wouldn’t have been so moved and sent their faith to me.

Whatever it was, unexpectedly, I was able to receive faith from dwarves on a regular basis.

The moment when I get rid of myself as a human being and show myself as God.

Tangible faith enveloped my body and spread an aura that made the viewer feel awe for an unknown reason.

“I am Eugene, Eugene.”

The intimidating feeling of faith, which cannot be explained by the word charisma, and the intoxication of alcohol that disturbs the minds of each dwarf are well combined.

As a result, the faith they send me changes into a more clear, specific, and sustainable form.

Please accept me not as Jukel’s human acquaintance, but as a god who bestows alcohol to them, something they have never experienced before.

At this moment, I became the god of conception and the god of alcohol.