Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

"Hey! Hey..."

In the dim wine cellar, the simple wall lamps made of animal fat on the wall emitted a faint light, illuminating the sweat-soaked faces of the dog-headed men.

Under their feet was a glass basin shaped like a bathtub. The plump and juicy grapes in the basin were cruelly crushed with the sound of "Hey!". The purple juice splashed, and even the air became sticky and sweet.

Wangcai looked at these sturdy dog-headed dragon descendants and couldn't help but sigh at the wisdom of his own crown again.

Let these dragon-like cubs who have been transformed into dragon descendants hide in the underground wine cellar to make wine, which can not only prevent the exposure of the two crowns and the wine-making methods, but also exercise the physical fitness of these cubs.

Look at these strong thighs covered with black scales. They may run faster than the fastest wind camel in the desert.

He looked at the stacked glass barrels on the other side of the wine cellar. Some of them were fermented wines, and some were still fermenting.

In the past, if these fruits were not dried, the merchants would not accept them.

According to them, by the time they were transported out of the God-forsaken Land, the fruits would have been rotten.

Even if they were dried, the price offered by the merchants was very, very low.

And now, these worthless fruits, after being crushed and fermented by the method taught by His Majesty, have become the wine His Majesty calls red wine.

"It's amazing. No matter how many times I have checked, there is no magical fluctuation. How did I do it?" Wangcai couldn't help muttering. "Maybe, this is His Majesty's infinite wisdom."

Scratching the itchy scales on his head, he continued to patrol in this dim wine cellar. If any bastard made a mistake, he would correct it in time to prevent the final product from being a pile of stinky water instead of red wine.

The sound of footsteps rang out regularly in the noisy wine cellar. Now he no longer needs crutches.

After becoming a dragonborn, he not only regained his youth, but also luckily became a noble dragon vein warlock, which also led to his extraordinary worship of Irene.

If placed in the church, this is a complete fanatic.

If it weren't for the lack of labor in the tribe, this reborn dog-headed man would want to erect a majestic statue for his great crown.

"Patriarch! Patriarch!"

Even in the noisy wine cellar, these sharp shouts are so piercing.

Followed by a burst of hurried footsteps, in the passage leading to the outside world of the wine cellar, a young dog-headed man stumbled in, and as a result, he didn't pay attention and bumped into a passing dog-headed dragonborn head-on. The strong recoil made him fall to the ground.

The solid chest gave the young dog-headed man the illusion of hitting a wall.

He shook his head and looked up at the two-meter-tall dragonborn dog. Although it was not the first time he had seen it, he was still shocked.

He couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart. If he was stronger, he might be selected to become a member of the Black Knight.

"Dart, are you okay?" The dragonborn dog said in a muffled voice, and stretched out a hand to pull him up.

"No, it's okay." The young dog-headed man named Dart said, and he caught a glimpse of Wangcai who came over after hearing the noise, and hurriedly reported: "Chief, the merchant is here."

"Oh? He came again so soon." Wangcai first looked around the wine cellar, and after a little thought, he said to Dart: "Go and call a few tribesmen down to move the red wine mixed with water up, don't move it to the wrong place."

"Okay, I'll go now." Dart turned around and ran into the deep passage again.

Seeing him running away, Wangcai slowly gave instructions to the Dragonborn Dogheads in the wine cellar, and then walked into the passage step by step.

The moment he stepped into the passage, his body quickly hunched up, and he used the Transfiguration to turn into the skinny old Doghead again.

........

In the square of the Iron Tooth Tribe.

A team of dozens of people was surrounded by the Dogheads, and the leader was Magrisius.

He brought so many people this time, not for revenge, but to purchase goods.

After trying to sell wine for this strange bartender several times, he was surprised to find that even if he could only get 10% of the profit, it was actually more than he had earned before.

And these wines are much easier to sell than those dried fruits. In fact, many times, before they arrived in the Eastern countries, they were already bought up by those alcoholic bearded men when they passed through the Dwarf Empire.

Especially the red wine that this bartender had recently made, it was even more popular.Popular, almost every time it arrives, it will be snapped up.

Merchants are always quick-witted. Magrisius, who smelled the business opportunity, did not stop at nothing. He simply sold all his belongings, borrowed a lot of money, and collected more than a dozen carriages, ready to travel between the two places to sell alcohol.

So after explaining his purpose and handing over 90% of the proceeds from the last sale of alcohol, Magrisius rubbed his hands with anticipation, waiting for these dirty dog-headed people to move out those lovely barrels.

At this time, he was actually a little scared in his heart, not because he was afraid that the bartender who looked like a little loli would jump out and strangle him again.

Although the bartender had a bad temper, so what? As long as there was money to be made, as long as the money was enough, let alone almost strangled him to death, even if he really strangled him to death, he would become a ghost and climb up and shout, "Good strangle!"

What he feared was that the mysterious bartender would suddenly disappear. If so, the caravan he had put together with all his assets would be wasted, which would be more painful than killing him directly.

Fortunately, after waiting for a while, the old dog-headed man appeared, and under his arrangement, glass jars engraved with Maotai, Lei Bi, and Coke were soon brought out. Through the transparent glass, you can see the light red wine inside.

"Oh! My patriarch, this is really an exquisite work." Seeing the goods, Magrisius smiled brighter than a chrysanthemum, and hurriedly asked the people in the caravan to move the wine jars onto the carriage. During this period, he kept giving instructions, fearing that these delicate and fragile items would be bumped.

Fortunately, since the transactions these days, he has become accustomed to this special glass jar, and there is always a black iron-level mage in the team.

After draining all the magic power of the mage and continuously releasing a bubble technique that can slow down the impact on all the glass jars, Magrisius finally felt relieved.

Seeing that all the carriages were already filled with transparent glass wine jars, the slick merchant did not rush to leave, but walked to Wangcai, carefully took out a crystal from the storage ring, and shook it in front of him.

This was exactly what he "took" from the old dog-headed man when he first came to this tribe.

When Wangcai saw this crystal, it evoked bad memories, and his face suddenly became very ugly.

Magrisius ignored Wangcai's complicated eyes and smiled and said: "Dear Chief, I found this crystal on the way here. I think it should be lost by you, so I brought it back for you."

"I hope you can tell the bartender that I have prepared so many carriages to sell wine for you. I am enough as a merchant..."