Chapter 9 This is a gift from God

Chapter 9 This is a gift from God

At this time, the business in the tavern was very brisk, with tables of adventurers staggering around, and brave men with big beards standing on log rye beer barrels, bragging about their wonderful experiences in the past.

I greeted the bartender and was taken to the second floor.

"Please go in, Mr. Insuranceman, old Henry is waiting for you inside."

Pushing the door open, old Henry sat behind the half-moon-shaped oak table with no intention of getting up.

"Young man, you only have 30 seconds to tell your purpose. I know you don't have dinars to squander at my place. Your father seems to have spent all his money before sending you to the Underwriters Association."

The veins on the right hand holding the pipe appeared, showing that Old Henry's gray hair and beard were just an appearance. He didn't stand up and couldn't see his height, but just facing him, he felt the power in his body stirring uncontrollably.

The third-level troll warrior felt the threat from Old Henry and signaled to Feifan with his eyes.

Fei Fei disapproved and took out a glass bottle from under his robe, staring at old Henry with his dark brown eyes.

"I have a new thing here for you to try. Of course, if you think it is some kind of wizard's poison, you can ask your men to try it. I sensed a hidden danger in the corridor on the second floor."

The free and easy Feifan said while pushing the glass bottle in front of him towards Old Henry.

Old Henry stared at the transparent glass bottle. The glass bottle was not big and filled with a transparent unknown liquid.

Huh, in my old Henry's territory, there are still many things I'm afraid of. I'm afraid that growing up will make me afraid of many people or non-people, but not including a small insurance company.

Staring at Fei Fei's nonchalant expression, although Fei Fei's combat power could not harm him, Old Henry still showed his usual caution. Of course, the troll servant Old Henry who was following the little insurance man thought that he would not pose a threat.

Taking the transparent glass bottle, Old Henry slowly rotated the bottle to observe. Not finding any explosive witch potion, he slowly turned the bottle cap and suddenly opened it.

In an instant, the strong aroma of wine spread to every corner of the room.

It is not as sour and bitter as rye beer, nor is it as deep and elegant as red wine. It is cleaner and more fragrant than rum.

"Gudu"

After taking one sip, a burning sensation instantly passed from the throat directly through the esophagus and rushed into the stomach. Wherever it passed, the fire burned everywhere and not even a blade of grass grew.

Just as he was about to pick up the water glass to put out the fire, a wine burp shot up from his intestines to the sky and returned to his mouth, with mucus and tears flowing out of his nose.

"Fragrant, strong and spicy", the five flavors are seamlessly connected, just like a boat in the huge waves of the sea, facing the waves, one climax after another.

The smell of alcohol was still lingering, so Old Henry grabbed the bottle and drank it straight to the bottom.

"Hoo ho ho, praise God! Good wine!"

Holding back his agitated mood, Old Henry slowly returned to his businessman-philistine composure. Don't praise too much, as this will directly lead to a trap in business negotiations and make you passive.

"Yeah, this wine is not bad! Did you make it? The lucky boy from the Cor family?"

Old Henry blew out smoke rings, spoke slowly, with a restrained look in his eyes, and held the pipe tightly in his right hand to prevent his fingers from shaking with excitement.

All the behaviors of old Henry who lost his composure, including his later pretense of calmness, were all seen by Fei Fei.

The best wine in this world should be red wine.

But wine is exclusive to nobles, and ordinary people cannot drink it. The only thing ordinary people can get close to the nobles is grape juice.

The rye beer that most people like to drink is still a production process passed down from the highland dwarves.

Including rum with only a dozen degrees of alcohol, as well as wine made from fruits or crops from various places. If it is not distilled, can it be called wine?

"Thank you for your compliment, Master Henry. This is an extraordinary whiskey that I made and named."

"What do you think of her? Does it ignite your passion and make your heart swell, like you're ten years younger again?"

Old Henry was restless. He was a smart man. He didn't talk about the quality of the wine, but only asked about his own feelings.

God, please tell me how I can drink such wonderful and extraordinary whiskey regularly?

Old Henry didn't want to tie up Feifan at all. He asked about the whiskey making process. He knew how powerful Priest Ladonna was. Only the two young people in the association thought that Priest Ladonna was just an older and kinder man.

Is it cost-effective to offend a powerful priest and the underwriters association behind the priest for the sake of a brewing process?

Hard ones won't make you stronger, you can only use soft ones. But it seems that this cunning black-haired boy cannot be defeated with just a few silver coins.

"Well, I don't feel much like being young, but I feel the happy time of first love!"

With old Henry's words of compromise throwing down the white flag, how to negotiate became trivial.

In the end, Fei Fei and Henry Lao signed a fair and reasonable interest distribution contract. Fei Fei was afraid that Henry Lao would regret it and in order to eliminate all unsafe factors, Fei Fei signed a total of 10 contracts with Henry Lao.

There are 8 gods that neither of them believe in, including the goddess of nature, whose purpose is to ensure the safety of Extraordinary himself.

After the contract was signed, Old Henry took out a purse filled with 10 gold coins as a deposit and threw it to Fei Fei.

"Hey, you are really an admirable young man. Cordo Cosa gave birth to a good son."

Old Henry said sadly, "Besides, you are too careful. This is the first time I have ever seen a contract signed with 10 gods as guarantees."

Doesn't this old guy know my great status as an insurance agent? Without insurance, I dare not do anything.

Swinging the money bag, listening to the sound of gold coins colliding with each other, Fei Fei said to old Henry with satisfaction:

"Master Henry, you have made a lot of money. You only need the space and manpower to earn half of the share. Can you imagine the scene where extraordinary whiskey is sold to the whole world?"

Yes, there is really no race on this continent that doesn’t love wine.

In order to prevent old Henry from discovering that the difficulty of his process was "really simple", Fei Fei specially compiled the materials for the entire distillation process into a box as big as a carriage, leaving only one entrance and one exit, and leaving a hole at the bottom. Heating tank.

As for confidentiality, it's very simple. A contract seal is affixed to the seal. Once it is broken, the entire wooden box will explode.

However, he was afraid that Old Henry would take risks, so Feifei made an agreement with him to share the production process in five years, so that Old Henry would not simply throw away the deposit of 10 gold coins.

Old Henry would not think that Fei Fei would lie to him, because the person who deceived Old Henry was not born yet.

"This is a gift from God! Praise God!"

After seeing off the extraordinary master and servant, old Henry stroked the glass bottle, sniffing the scent of alcohol remaining in the bottle, and completed his praise to the gods very seriously.

Walking back to the association, Dosta looked at the young master walking in front of him.

Before eating, he was still feeling guilty about not being able to help with the 1,000 dinar matter. Unexpectedly, after a short while, Feifan not only solved the problem, but also gained 9 more gold coins, and there would be a steady stream of dinars in the future. You are flying towards Feifan.

Cordo Feifan may be a good master, but he just doesn't know how long it will take to become a senior insurance officer.

After all, only senior insurance officers can help their tribe.

Back at the Underwriters Association, Jack and Dosta introduced each other during the meal.

Jack held an invitation in his hand, which was a grand ball for Baron Sissel to prepare for the coming-of-age ceremony for his eldest daughter, Sissel Ruth.

Feifan looked at the terms on the invitation letter inviting the priest, and also asked the priest to allow Cordo Feifan to accompany him.

Was it a childhood friend or an act of kindness due to the friendship between his father and the Baron?

Feifan would not think that the Baron had a special regard for him and wanted to bring him into marriage with his eldest daughter.

No, in this society, aristocratic girls will not marry anyone of any race who is not a noble.

This is probably the youthful restlessness in Yuan Feifan's heart, the unrealistic little fantasy he has for the aristocratic lady.

Besides, I want to go back to my hometown, where I have my own bonds.

Let's wait until the priest comes back and take a look at his old man's advice. If you don't want to go, don't go. If you go, just go.

On a street not far to the north of the Underwriters Association, the overall cleanliness is twice as high as that of the adjacent commercial street.

The road is paved with blue stone bricks, which will not be stained with loess and mud when it rains, and can accommodate two horse-drawn carriages traveling in parallel.

At the end of the road is Baron Sissel's mansion. The owner of this territory, Baron Sissel Abel, who protects the safety of all tax-paying civilians in the territory, lives here.

In the garden of the back courtyard of the Baron's Mansion, on a viewing platform on a rockery, an old man in black robe calmly looked at the spire of the Underwriters Association.

Half a hundred years old, his gray hair is fixed by a bronze hairpin, and there are no wrinkles on his face. A water ripple badge is embellished on the left chest of his black robe.

"I hope that old guy Ladonna can be reasonable and return the property belonging to the Magician's Guild."

Looking back at the Underwriters Association, Feifan found that everything with glass in the storage room and warehouse, including the association's large and small places, except for the association's stained glass windows, was included in the contract space.

Taking the troll warrior Dosta to a blacksmith shop, after paying a high price of several hundred dinars, the blacksmith shop owner allowed Fei Fei to use his blast furnace to make some glass gadgets.

Dosta watched Fei Fei throw one piece of glassware into the furnace, and the molten glass liquid slowly flowed into the crucible placed in the furnace.

"Watch it, Dosta. Now is the time when your skills really need to be tested!"

I saw Fei Fei picking up a pair of large pliers in his left hand and a crucible in his right hand, pouring the molten glass into an irregular mold.

Regardless of the high temperature of the furnace, Feifan, his face red and sweating, picked up a copper pipe and plunged it into the almost solidified glass.

"Puff puff".

The bulging cheeks, the red eyes from holding back, don't pay attention to these details.

Just as Dosta was sighing, a large glass bottle with a round belly and a long neck was born from Feifan's mouth.

"Take it off when it's cold, Dosta. Are you still waiting for me to get it? What if it burns me!"

As a troll, Dosta didn't recognize what it was. It was similar to an alchemist's experimental equipment, but he had only heard of it but never seen it.

"Let's go, Dosta, with this large distilling bottle, old Henry can put his heart into his stomach."