Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 470 I'm really not a lolita complex! (6.3k)

After forging, the exhausted dwarves lay on the ground and slept soundly.

When they woke up, two days had passed. The cold and hard stone slabs under them had long been covered with soft blankets, and runes were engraved around them to isolate them from external interference.

Although the dwarves were careless, they could clearly feel the courtesy and consideration, and they couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

Lord Loki is really a great god!

"Ahem, the work is done, we should go."

The chief Ivald coughed dryly to remind, and the dwarves came back to their senses when they heard this.

The princess of the Durin tribe and their gold seemed to be in the hands of the god of the courtyard?

Realizing this, the money-loving dwarves naturally couldn't sit still, and quickly got up from the ground, shouting to the temple guards on the periphery:

"The things have been made!"

"Where's the gold? Where's Eden?"

"We want to go home!"

However, the guards heard this and shook their heads helplessly:

"You want to leave? I'm afraid that's not possible!"

Hearing this, the dwarves were immediately disappointed, their faces turned black, and they couldn't help but want to curse.

Seeing this, the captain of the guards quickly explained:

"Don't get me wrong! We won't let you go because Lord Loki has already prepared a banquet in the reception room to entertain you formally.

Before, you slept too soundly. Lord Loki knew that you were working hard and couldn't bear to wake you up. He just told us to wait until you woke up and stop you. He would send you away after you finished the banquet."

After hearing this, the dwarves were flattered:

"Isn't this too polite?"

"It's right. As the host, how can I let the guests work for seven days and seven nights and go back hungry?"

A gentle voice came from the corner of the corridor. Loen, who heard the news, showed a very friendly smile,

"Everyone, the banquet is ready. Follow me to the reception room."

Seeing the warm and sincere invitation from the God of the Atrium, the dwarves were deeply moved.

The dwarves who had previously misunderstood the other party's intentions lowered their heads in shame.

Unable to refuse the hospitality, the group of Durin dwarves followed the temple guards, washed off the dirt on their bodies, and then came to the reception room to sit down.

As everyone arrived, Lorne, the host, clapped his hands and ordered the maids to present the dishes prepared in advance.

For a while, roasted meat, salty and delicious smoked fish, delicious cream mushroom soup, and various seasonal vegetables and fruits were presented to the table one after another.

In addition, both the tableware and the amount of food on the table were larger than usual, and the chairs were raised in advance, which was obviously specially configured to take care of the needs of the dwarves.

Although the dwarves did not understand the meaning of "feeling at home", they really felt a kind of respect, so they ate very happily at the banquet.

Or in other words, this was the happiest banquet they had ever had.

Therefore, the invited Durin dwarves were full of goodwill towards the friendly and considerate God of the Atrium, and even forgot to mention the gold they had been thinking about.

As the atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax, dozens of maids each brought a sealed pottery jar to the table.

The seal was opened, and the rich aroma of malt spread; the pottery jar was tilted, and the amber wine poured into the large horn cup on the table.

"Thank you all for your hard work in forging swords, let's drink this cup together!"

Lorne smiled and stood up from his seat, raising his glass to indicate.

Several dwarves who were seduced by the aroma of wine were about to raise their cups to drink, but were held down by the more stable elders around them.

Dwarves love wine, respect wine, and understand the cultural meaning represented by wine.

In Northern Europe, mead is not just a drink, but also a gift for worshiping gods and a medium for concluding a contract.

According to tradition, if a guest drinks the host's mead, he has a moral responsibility to protect the other party with force and become a vassal in a sense.

But the Durin tribe is not close to the Aesir and the humans in the courtyard.

On the contrary, due to geographical factors, they have a close relationship with the mountain giants of Jotunheim.

If they drink the mead of the God of the Courtyard at this banquet, what if he wants to use troops against Jotunheim and force the dwarves of the Durin tribe to take sides.

Then, they will be in trouble at that time.

So he was waiting for us here?

It was a close call, I almost got fooled!

The older dwarves secretly thought that a certain trickster god was cunning, and at the same time, they all looked at the chieftain Ivald, hoping that he could make a decision and resolve the current crisis.

Facing the expectant eyes of the tribe members, Ivald suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

It's easy not to drink this glass of wine, but his daughter and the gold of the Durin tribe are still in the hands of the other party.

If the God of the Courtyard gets angry and turns against them, they will be guilty.

Just as Ivald was hesitating about how to refuse, Lorne seemed to see his concerns and smiled and said:

"Don't worry, this is not mead, but my newly brewed malt wine."

Ivald's eyes lit up when he heard it. He took a closer look and found that the wine in the horn cup showed a unique amber color, not the golden color of mead.

It's not mead, which means it's just a banquet to entertain friends, and there is no special meaning.

The Durin dwarves around them, who had heard the hidden meaning, swallowed their saliva and stared at the amber wine in the horn cup.

The rich aroma of the wine kept drilling into their nostrils, making them feel anxious.

Seeing that the tribesmen were gradually losing control, Ivald simply made up his mind, stood up and raised his cup to respond:

"Since it is your newly brewed wine, I must try it!"

After that, he raised his head and poured the malt wine in the cup into his throat, intending to finish the process quickly and then leave.

Unexpectedly, as the wine entered his mouth, the sweet and mellow taste and rich layered feeling exploded on the tip of the tongue, part of it went straight into the brain through the palate, bringing a feeling of ecstasy to the soul, and the other part was transmitted to the limbs through the taste buds and esophagus, making the blood agitated and the pores dilated, and the fatigue accumulated from forging all night disappeared.

"Good wine!"

Ivald opened his eyes and couldn't help but praise loudly. The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Seeing the chief so excited, the other Durin dwarves couldn't help but pick up the wine glass to try this new product.

Soon, the dwarves who tasted the taste showed intoxicated expressions on their faces.

Honey wine appeared in the nine kingdoms a long time ago. Although the dwarves like this kind of drink that can make people feel intoxicated, they are far from being fanatical.

Especially the overly delicate taste and the hint of honey sweetness mixed in it make the dwarves always feel that this drink lacks taste.

The malt wine tasted today perfectly solves this problem. It tastes sweet and strong, and the layers are rich and mellow.

If honey wine is a pretentious noble lord, then this kind of malt wine is a bold and strong lower-level warrior, which is more in line with the temperament and taste of the dwarves.

So just a sip, the taste buds of dozens of Durin dwarves were completely conquered.

The new malt liquor was poured into the mouths of the dwarves one cup after another, bringing a constant increase in sensory stimulation.

Gradually, the dwarves were no longer satisfied with using cups, but directly held up the jars and drank from the jars.

Soon, this new product, which was many times stronger than mead, made their faces flushed, their minds intoxicated, and they began to sing and dance, or brag to each other with their tongues wide open.

Only Ivald and a few smarter older dwarves could barely restrain their appetite and maintain a sense of reason.

But even so, their eyes were a little blurred, and their bodies and minds were in an extremely relaxed posture.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Loen smiled and walked down from his seat and came to Ivald:

"How is this wine?"

"Great! It's a thousand times better than the mead that woman drinks!"

Ivald answered with his tongue wide open, looking intoxicated.

Loen automatically filtered out the aggressive second half of the sentence, and a deep smile appeared on his face.

"Then do you want to drink this kind of wine all the time?"

"Really?"

Ivald's eyes lit up, his rationality almost eaten away by the alcohol bug in his body.

Lorne nodded and changed the subject:

"Yes, it is possible, but there are still some small problems."

"What are the problems?"

"These malt wines are brewed with grains from the courtyard. If you want to drink this kind of wine, you can establish a trade route between the courtyard and the dwarf country and trade with each other. But I am not familiar with the situation over there, and I need a group of trustworthy people to be responsible for the transportation, storage and sale of the wine..."

"Find us! Our Durin tribe is willing to help!"

Ivald spoke without hesitation, and the Durin dwarves next to him nodded one after another, showing great enthusiasm.

If this wonderful malt wine can be introduced to the dwarf country, then not only they can drink it, but also benefit other compatriots who love fine wine.

Seeing that several silly fish had already taken the initiative to bite the hook, the smile on Loen's face became even brighter:

"That's great! Let's sign a contract and establish a cooperative relationship!"

"We still need to sign a contract?"

The dwarves stared at each other in confusion.

Loen nodded and said righteously:

"Of course! Friendship is friendship, business is business, I am the most fair person, how can I let my friends suffer!"

Ivald heard this, and the little sobriety he barely managed to hold on made him hesitate:

"Sir, there is no need for a contract, we just do it..."

"Those who are willing to help will be provided with three jars of malt wine for free every month!"

As Loen raised his hand and waved, Ivald's words were stuck, and the surrounding Durin dwarves looked over in unison, breathing rapidly instantly.

Free supply? There is such a good thing!

Seeing that the dwarves did not answer, Loen frowned:

"Not enough?"

"No, we..."

"Then let's do this. The initial brewing process requires a lot of money to buy raw materials. The Durin tribe can use their gold to invest. My Temple of Plenty will be responsible for technical matters. When we make money, we will split it 70%."

Loen paused, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Although it will take some time to recover the cost, during this period, as partners of the temple, you can drink unlimited malt liquor produced by the temple."

Hearing this, the dwarves were so excited that they almost fainted.

Unlimited malt liquor? What a paradise!

And the chief Ivald and several older dwarves with a long-term vision were also shocked by the generosity of the God of the Atrium in front of them.

As personal experiencers, they certainly understand how powerful this ale is to attract dwarves.

As long as this kind of malt liquor is popularized, there will be a lot of dwarves willing to exchange their gold for a cup of fun.

In addition, giants, elves, and even the Warner Protoss may become potential trade targets.

Behind all this lies huge profits.

Even if the income is only 30%, its value far exceeds the investment of 30 cars of gold.

What's more, the dwarves were willing to pay everything just for the condition of unlimited ale.

This is not the God of the humans in the Midgard, it is clearly the God of their dwarves!

Under the temptation of wine and gold, the Dulin dwarves present unanimously approved this business cooperation:

"Agree! We agree!"

"Okay, I will draft the contract and you can sign it if you have no objection."

Lorne said, quickly drawing up the contract and explaining the specific contents to the dwarves.

After confirming that this was a very generous contract, the several dwarf leaders who were already drunk excitedly wrote down their real names, then hugged the wine jar and drank the delicious ale to their heart's content.

Looking at the drunken dwarves staggering around in the hall, Lorne flicked the contract in his hand with a meaningful look in his eyes.

God's gifts often come with a high price.

The gift of fate must be repaid one day.

Similarly, the dwarves of the Dulin tribe seem to have taken advantage of the wine and gold, but as long as they establish a cooperative relationship with the Midgard, their common interests will inevitably drive them away from Jotunheim and move closer to the human side.

In the future, once the interests of the Atrium are harmed, the Dulin dwarves who have tasted the sweetness will inevitably turn against any foreigners who dare to invade the Atrium in order to protect their own industry.

The dual temptation of gold and spirits is enough to make them fight for it.

As Churchill said, there are no permanent friends or permanent enemies, only permanent interests.

Binding each other with interests and forming an alliance is the most stable.

On the other hand, as excellent craftsmen, dwarves' forging skills and sophisticated products are urgently needed for the development of human society.

Using wine made from grain to exchange for weapons and equipment that can resist foreign enemies is also a hugely profitable business for humans.

Therefore, the dwarf may gain, but he will never lose.

A certain god of the atrium smiled with satisfaction, took the newly signed contract, stood up and walked out of the door of the living room and came to the side hall.

At this time, due to their young age, Hela, Holo, Eden and other three lolita were not allowed to participate in the adults' wine party. They could only stay here to eat some snacks and drink some honey water to satisfy their cravings.

Seeing Lorne enter the door, Holo hummed and turned away, apparently still complaining that her old father didn't take her to drink with him.

Lorne smiled and handed over the contract in his hand:

"Take it."

"What?"

"The contract for business cooperation with the Dulin dwarves has been signed. You will be responsible for it from now on."

"I?"

Holo couldn't help but be stunned by the sudden appointment.

Lorne nodded and spoke in a deep voice:

"The nine kingdoms have always been unstable. The frost giants and mountain giants in the north, the fire giants in the south, Warner's infiltration, and the rebellion of the dark elves... I have so many things to deal with, how can I have the energy to deal with these? Don't you always He said that his business talent was good, but was it buried when he stayed on Heather Island?

It just so happens that you try to deal with the wine business first and see if you can get results. "

After hearing this, Holo couldn't believe her ears:

"real?"

“Realer than real gold!”

Lorne hummed softly and stuffed the contract into his adopted daughter's arms.

In fact, as the master of the atrium who has many things to do, neither the Dulin dwarf's possessions nor the profits from the wine business are worth his while.

The reason why he chose to do it himself was just to plan a safer future for his daughter Holo.

As the Holy Spirit conceived from the harvest sacrifice, Holo was born with the power of "fertility".

The Temple of Fertility on the Heather Island was actually built for her.

Its purpose is to use the abundant divinity to shape Holo's godhead that favors the light side, so as to prevent him from degenerating into a demonic wolf that destroys the world.

Everything was going well at first, but after the game between him and Olweg, Holo actually showed signs of becoming a demonic wolf.

This couldn't help but make Lorne feel a little uneasy, and he began to secretly look for strategies to deal with it.

When Holo repeatedly mentioned that she was interested in commerce, Lorne had an idea and thought of letting Holo cultivate the divinity of the God of Commerce, and then cooperate with the divinity of abundance to eliminate the demonic nature in the body.

Right now, he was taking the opportunity to win over the Durin dwarves to create opportunities and pave the way for Holo to take control of the God of Merchant.

It can be said that for the healthy growth of his adopted daughter, Lorne, the old father, has been worrying secretly.

Seeing the opportunity to start a business before her eyes, Holo, who was afraid of being cheated, couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. She rolled her eyes and shook her white paws:

"But we have no money! If you want us to do business, you have to give us capital, right?"

"Remember the thirty carts of gold the dwarves brought?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"Those are yours now."

Lorne said, throwing out the key to the temple vault, and then added leisurely,

"Those Durin dwarves will use these thirty carts of gold as a share, as the initial investment for the temple to purchase materials and brew wine. Once the project is profitable, give them 30% of the profit, and the rest will be yours."

As the cold metal key came into her hand, Holo was stunned at first.

After a moment, she reacted and finally convinced that this was a real opportunity. She couldn't help but rush to her old father in ecstasy:

"Dad, I love you so much!"

"Pah~~"

A pretty face that came close quickly kissed the side of Loen's cheek heavily, making a crisp sound.

Suddenly, the whole audience was silent, and Hela and Eden looked at the wolf-eared girl who was riding on her adoptive father's waist and kissing boldly in astonishment.

As the person involved, Loen couldn't help but be stunned.

Then, he raised his hand and touched his cheek, his face as black as the bottom of a pot:

"Ah, what are you doing? You made my face full of saliva."

"Hehe, kiss you! You have done so much for me, of course I have to show my appreciation!"

Holo replied with a smile, as if it was a matter of course.

Lorne heard this, his face full of disgust:

"Kiss me if you want, don't even wash your mouth, it's full of snacks..."

"No, I'm happy!"

The rebellious wolf cub hugged the breeder's neck with both hands, buried his head with a smile, and attacked his other cheek with pursed lips.

"I can't stand you..."

Lorne complained weakly, while pressing the head that was pushing against him, as if dealing with a large dog that was playing with its owner.

Just as the man and the wolf were entangled with each other, a black shadow rushed forward, and before Holo, he quickly pecked Lorne on the other side of his cheek.

Seeing that the territory she had not touched yet was marked by someone first, Holo was annoyed:

"Hela, what are you doing?"

"Just like you, expressing gratitude."

Hela raised the Night Sky Sword she had just obtained and answered confidently.

Holo glared at her good sister and protested indignantly:

"How can it be the same? This is our father!"

"Same, this is my teacher."

"I came first!"

"So, I let you kiss first."

Hela responded in a deep voice, her face normal.

Hearing such bandit logic, Holo was furious:

"No! This is all ours, don't try to steal it!"

As she said, Holo quickly buried her head and began to occupy the base.

"Why is it yours? I can do it too!"

Hela was not to be outdone and declared her sovereignty over the other half of her teacher's body.

Faced with the little heads falling like raindrops, the loli breeder who was exhausted from dealing with it quickly lost, and her cheeks, forehead, back of the hands, arms and other parts fell one after another.

At this moment, Eden, who was standing by, watched Hela and Holo take turns to express "thank you" to someone in this strange way, and couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

Before, she also did bad things.

Not only did she break the jar of precious wine, but she also caused her father and this adult to fight.

But this adult not only did not blame her, but also took her in and sent her a lot of delicious food.

So, I have to thank him too?

Yes, I should!

Having made up his mind, Eden mustered up his courage, trotted forward, and bumped into Loen's chest.

As we all know, dwarves are good at strength, and the four corners of the sky in the Nordic world are supported by four dwarves.

Although Eden is still young, he has good qualifications.

In addition, he has not received systematic combat training and has almost no concept of restraint.

So, the little figure hit him with a headbutt, causing the victim who was caught off guard to black out and fall straight to the ground.

Looking at the little loli Eden who was riding on him, with her index finger on the corner of her lips, hesitating about how to bite him, and Hela and Holo who were almost tearing him in half on the left and right, Lorne wanted to cry but had no tears.

Are you sure this is a return of favor, not revenge?

Just as the three little lolis were hanging on a benefactor and began to circle the land with their mouths, a crisp cough came from outside the door.

Freya, who was wearing a gauze skirt and seemed to be more graceful than before, knocked on the door frame to announce her arrival.

Seeing this uninvited guest, the three little lolis were startled and quickly got up from the ground, revealing Lorne's buried figure.

Freya looked at the temporary boss with saliva marks on the ground and the three little lolis who shrank into the shadows, and couldn't help showing a complicated look:

"You actually like this?"

No wonder this guy always tortured her, but never really did anything to her.

It turns out that this guy doesn't like adult women, but little girls who haven't developed yet.

Beast!

As if he sensed the contempt in his subordinates' eyes, Loen quickly got up from the ground and started to defend himself:

"It's not what you think. They were just..."

"No need to explain. I respect your hobbies. I didn't see anything just now."

Freya snorted in response, and then without waiting for Loen to take over the conversation, she hurriedly explained her purpose,

"But you'd better restrain yourself now. Odin is here. He wants to see you and Hela. You hurry up and pack up. I'll help delay for a while."

Looking at the back of the Warner Valkyrie leaving and hearing the ambiguous aftertaste, Loen's face turned black and he was crazy.

I'm really not a lolita control!

Really!