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Hailar calendar: Day six after invading the human world.

Learned to forge and drank.

Hailar calendar: Day seven after invading the human world.

Learned to forge and drank

Hailar calendar: Day eight after invading the human world.

Learned to forge and drank

…

Hailar calendar: Day 10 after invading the human world.

Drank.

…

No more decadence, Abraham. You are one of the nine lords of the Abyss, the Evil Lord!

You will quit drinking tomorrow and start to investigate.

Tonight will be the last time you get drunk!

…

Hailar calendar: Day 14 after invading the human world.

Drank.

…

Abraham opened his diary. He planned to write in his diary, but after flipping through it, he suddenly realized that he hadn't done anything during this time. All he did every day was learn how to forge during the day and drink in the tavern at night…

Abraham suddenly felt a little ashamed. As the vanguard for the Demon King, he shouldn't have been so relaxed.

He scolded himself and pulled himself together. Tonight, he had to get information from Wayne.

He picked up his pen and started to write in his diary with a serious expression.

Hailar calendar: Day 18 after invading the human world.

Abraham, you have to pull yourself together. You absolutely can not continue to waste your time.

Today, you must quit drinking and get new information!

He checked his entry, closed his diary, and placed it back in his pocket.

"Abraham, what are you doing? Hurry up. Dorje and the others already arrived."

Wayne shouted at the top of his voice from outside.

Abraham patted the diary that he placed close to his body and ran out of the blacksmith's shop.

"What are you rushing me for? I'm here."

I will not drink today. My Demon King, I won't let you down, and I won't lose to that stupid cat.

In the tavern…

"Abraham, why aren't you drinking? If you don't want to drink, then I'll drink for you."

Knapp poured himself a glass and reached to grab the glass in front of Abraham.

Even though his expression was conflicted under his hood, he still held down the hand that was grabbing his glass.

The pale face under the hood lifted and glared at Knapp as he growled.

"Do not touch my glass!"

Knapp was caught off guard by the look in Abraham's eyes. He suddenly remembered that the man in front of him who was usually drinking and bragging was a very powerful mage.

The other people at the table did not notice the small interlude between the two of them and continued to chat happily.

"Mister Wayne, mister Dorje, don't be in a hurry to leave after you finish drinking. I have something good for you guys to taste."

While Abraham was still feeling conflicted and Knapp was still in a daze, the others were drinking freely, so Alan took the time to invite them while he had a short break.

After Yupanki and Olivia returned to the Imperial City, and the popularity he gained from the Harvest Festival business was booming.

The increasing number of customers every day made Alan complain incessantly. He said that he needed to find new employees, but he was unable to do so.

After receiving the fourth mission rewards, the strength-attribute whiskey and the Burning Knife Soju, he successfully brewed both. He agreed to let everyone try both before they went on the market. Seeing that everyone was here today, Alan sent out his invitation.

"Little Alan, there are new drinks!?"

When Dorje heard that, he immediately remembered that Alan said he was brewing new drinks, but still needed some time.

Alan didn't say anything. He just smiled and nodded, then turned around and rushed to serve the other guests.

Ever since Ai Xiaohei got to freeload drinks from Abraham, whenever she had the opportunity, she would go over to him.

It seemed that as long as there was a first time, there would be countless times after that…

After her first hangover, Ai Xiaohei recalled her drunken madness and her dark face turned even darker. But if she wanted to drink, she could only get it from Abraham.

Her big cat eyes were full of slyness. Seeing that the busy young man had no time to care about her, she jumped down from the bar counter, climbed up Abraham's body onto the table with a whoosh, and drank the wine in front of him in one gulp.

After drinking the wine, her furry cat face showed a human-like expression of enjoyment.

Perhaps because she was good-looking, everyone in the tavern liked this little black cat that Alan raised, especially since she was very spirited.

The customers often watched the young man act like a father sternly educating Ai Xiaohei. At this time, everyone was happy.

After being nagged so much, Ai Xiaohei stopped hiding that she could understand the human language.

Oftentimes, Alan would say something and she would retort back. Even though Alan could not understand her meow, she still enjoyed it.

He usually did not allow Ai Xiaohei to drink too much and used the fact that she was a girl. No matter how much she protested, it was useless.

Gradually, Ai Xiaohei stopped refuting him. Anyway, when Abraham came, she could freeload drinks.

Tonight was the same as usual. While Alan was busy, she quietly ran to Abraham.

However, tonight, Abraham was struggling with his desires. He did not drink the wine in his glass for a long time.

The sky gradually turned dark. The customers left the tavern in groups of twos and threes.

"Little Alan, it's about time to bring out the new drinks, right?"

Ever since Alan said he had new drinks tonight, Wayne was waiting for the other customers to leave.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get it right now."

Alan turned around and went to get the two new drinks. He did not pay any attention to Ai Xiaohei who was obediently squatting on the table. After interacting with her for half a month, he already knew what kind of personality this thieving cat had. He had never seen a cat who loved to drink so much.

He thought that she would like Lafite the most. After all, the fruit fragrance was stronger. Unexpectedly, this little guy liked drinks with high alcohol content.

From the conversations between her and Abraham after she drank too much, he could tell that Ai Xiaohei enjoyed the burning sensation when the alcohol entered her body. It felt as if the magic power in her body was boiling along with it.

Alan did not have magic power, so he could not experience that feeling.

"Mister, these are the two new drinks."

On the tray in Alan's hand, there were two differently-shaped bottles.

The strength-attribute whiskey used the same whiskey bottles. The only difference was that the color of the liquor changed from amber to dark orange, but it was still clear and bright.

The other bottle looked much smaller. It was not a glass bottle, but a kind of material that looked like a pottery pot.

"Little Alan, look at the number of people here. Why is the bottle so small? How many people can drink this?"

Wayne saw the small bottle with the Burning Knife Soju and immediately expressed his doubts.

Alan smiled and commented.

"Don't underestimate this small bottle. Maybe two small cups of it will knock you out."

Looking at the young man's mischievous smile, Wayne did not doubt his words and sucked in a breath of cold air…

The others were also surprised. Even Abraham, who endured the whole night without drinking, had rapidly changing expressions.

Alan placed the tray on the table and opened the whiskey first.

"This is a new type of whiskey, strength-attribute whiskey. Ingredients that can increase strength were added to the original whiskey. Drinking it in moderation over a period can increase your strength."

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They listened to Alan's explanation while tasting the new whiskey. Alan did not test the effects yet, so he did not know how much strength it would increase. However, the taste seemed more compound than the original whiskey.

Alan did not leave Ai Xiaohei hanging and poured her a small glass.

Seeing this, she gave him an incredulous look.

Abraham reached out with his trembling hand and picked up the glass that Alan poured him. Smelling the tempting aroma of wheat and the indistinct magic in the air, he drank the whiskey in one gulp.

Seeing that the new whiskey was well-received, Alan was relieved about his decision to raise the price..After trying the new whiskey, Wayne looked at the smaller bottle next to him with more anticipation.

Alan said that this small bottle contained liquor that could knock him out with just two small cups.

"Next bottle," Wayne urged excitedly.

When he opened the bottle that contained Burning Knife Soju, the smell of grain spread throughout.

This was a smell that they had never encountered before.

In the eyes of those who could drink alcohol, Burning Knife Soju was one of the most satisfying types of liquor. It was the fifth most powerful liquor in his previous life.

It was more than enough to conquer the drunkards of this foreign world.

To drink Burning Knife Soju, the system paired it with small cups that could hold about 50g of liquid. To this table of burly men, the mini version of the wine cup was indeed very small.

"Little Alan, this cup… aren't you being too stingy…"

This time, even Dorje felt that Alan was doing it on purpose.

"Everyone, try it first. It's best not to drink the first cup in one gulp. Take a sip to taste it first."

Alan reminded everyone, although the others may not necessarily heed his warning.

"Hiss…"

As expected, as soon as Alan finished speaking, a series of "hiss, hiss" came from the tavern. The anxious middle-aged men overestimated their endurance.

The sneaky Ai Xiaohei saw the others' reactions and knew how strong the drink was. She took small sips, and the first sip made her eyes light up.

This drink is delicious!

After one sip, the magic power in her body began to boil, and the burning sensation stimulated her body even more.

It wasn't just Ai Xiaohei, the others felt the same.

"What is this drink called? It's amazing!" Mister Dorje muttered.

"See, I told you!" Alan said proudly.

When Alan was brewing the Burning Knife Soju, he felt that the system optimized the recipe. The Burning Knife Soju that he brewed was purer, more fragrant, and stronger than the one he drank in his previous life.

Alan felt very honored that this type of traditional liquor could conquer alcohol gluttons like mister Wayne.

A small bottle of Burning Knife Soju could pour about 10 cups. For mister Wayne and the others, they only needed three small cups to knock them out.

If they drank other drinks as well, it would take even less.

Ai Xiaohei only drank half a cup before she was staggering at the edge of the table and fell asleep. Alan carefully picked her up and put her aside.

Abraham silently tasted the new drink. By the time everyone noticed him, he was already swaying in a daze, sitting at the corner of the table with tears streaming down his face.

He was shouting in his heart, "My Demon King, I'm sorry. It's not that I'm not trying, but the opponent is too strong. I can't stop him at all. This whiskey is too fragrant and the Burning Knife Soju is too delicious. But don't worry, I won't drink tomorrow. I'll find out more information."

Alan and mister Wayne looked at each other. They felt that Abraham was starting to imagine things.

Mister Wayne was worried that Abraham would start to talk nonsense in a bit.

He tasted the new drinks, so he urged everyone to leave. Alan sent the five away before heading to bed.

More than half a month passed since the Harvest Festival. It was time to cash in the rewards for the winners of those competitions.

The first thing he did when he woke up the next morning was to write a large poster and post the launch of the new drinks outside the tavern. The guests who came to drink spread the news by word of mouth, and soon, the news spread throughout the entire city.

Alan knew that the final winner of the drinking competition that night was a dwarf who just arrived in Rock City.

However, he had not been able to meet this potential new guest.

He thought that he should be able to meet him today.

As usual, he opened for business in the middle of the afternoon.

The tavern no longer only had a few customers as it did in the beginning, nor was it as full as it was a few days ago.

Business gradually stabilized as it successfully gained a group of loyal regulars.

Not every customer was like mister Wayne who came to the tavern every day. Most would come and drink a few glasses every now and then. This type of customer was most common.

At this moment, Alan was lecturing Ai Xiaohei at the tavern bar counter.

Recently, he realized that Ai Xiaohei had been drinking too much. He could even smell the alcohol on her when he was close to her.

However, verbal education was not effective. Ai Xiaohei's face was full of disapproval.

"If I smell alcohol on you again, I'll give you a bath," Alan threatened.

Ai Xiaohei was shocked. Her big cat eyes stared at Alan in disbelief.

"You can try. Orina said that I can't hug you, but she didn't say that I can't bath you. If you get drunk again, I'll personally give you a bath!"

From her shocked expression, he saw that he found a way to restrain Ai Xiaohei, the villain in Alan's heart couldn't help but cheer.

"Excuse me, boss, do you have new drinks today?"

Soon after, he heard a rough male voice speaking very politely.

Ai Xiaohei looked at her temporary master and looked at him as if he was an idiot. Immediately, she began to meow angrily.

"You scared me to death. I should have known, Ai Xiaohei, you're a girl, how could you have such a voice?"

Alan patted his chest and heaved a sigh of relief…

"Hey, Boss! Are there new drinks launched today?!"

The rough voice sounded again. This time there was impatience in his tone.

Alan stared at Ai Xiaohei. Indeed, he did not see her speak, and instantly, a chill ran down his spine.

"Ai… Ai Xiaohei… stop fooling around. This kind of prank is not funny at all!"

Ai Xiaohei rolled her eyes elegantly and curled the corners of her mouth. She looked at the terrified Alan with a hint of mockery and raised her head.

"Are you looking down on me? Why don't you answer me!" The rough male voice sounded again.

Alan was frightened this time. He looked at the black cat in front of him and then looked around the tavern. Everyone was drinking and there was no way they could come to the bar counter to scare him.

"That… No, I'm sorry… The shop can't receive customers like you for the time being…"

Alan answered that voice with a trembling voice.

"Idiot, idiot, what nonsense are you talking about? I think you're looking down on me! This is racial discrimination! I'm going to the governor's mansion to sue you!"

That rough voice roared in exasperation after hearing Alan's answer.

"Eh…" Alan took a deep breath. It seemed that his words had provoked the other party, and the fear on his face deepened.

Ai Xiaohei, who was squatting in front of him, couldn't stand it anymore.

"How long will it take for this idiot to realize that the person is down there…" she resisted the temptation of transmitting her voice telepathically to Alan.

Ai Xiaohei raised one of her front paws and pointed to the bottom of the bar counter. The complicated expression on her face pierced into Alan's heart.

Alan suddenly thought of a possibility. He looked at Ai Xiaohei in surprise and watched her nod in agreement.

He leaned his head over the bar counter and lowered his head. Sure enough…

A stocky bearded man who was less than a meter tall stood there with a face full of anger. He raised his head and glared at Alan.

"Phew…" Alan heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's a dwarf. You scared me to death…"

When the dwarf heard that, he became even angrier.

"Are you polite!? You're so impolite!"

Just as Alan let out a sigh of relief, the dwarf standing below suddenly jumped up with both hands on the edge of the bar counter and roared at Alan face to face.

The distance between the two was so close that he could even hear the dwarf's breath…

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The dwarf's voice was like a loud bell, shaking Alan's head until his brain buzzed, and even his ears were ringing for a short time.

"I'm sorry… I. . . didn't mean it, I. . ." Alan tried to explain incoherently.

He already knew the dwarf's identity. He was the dwarf who won during the Harvest Festival.

Ai Xiaohei looked at Alan who got sprayed as the dwarf screamed at him. She was secretly glad that she dodged just in time…

Look at this idiot, and he dared to threaten me?!

Alan spent a lot of effort to finally calm down the furious dwarf.

The dwarf who came today was the victor during the Harvest Festival.

"Bart, I'm sorry about earlier. Today, in addition to getting free samples of the new drinks, everything else that you want will be on the house."

Alan looked at the dwarf sitting in front of the bar counter and said apologetically.

"Hahaha, don't mind my friend. I was in the wrong too. I should have told you who I was earlier. It's not all your fault."

The dwarf Bart laughed and explained.

Based on impressions from his previous life, Alan had a good impression of the dwarves. After all, the most prominent characteristic of dwarves was their forthright attitude!

And this characteristic was reflected in Bart. Because of his mistake earlier, there was a small misunderstanding between the two of them.

But after explaining the misunderstanding, the other party magnanimously forgave him.

"No, no, no, please let me apologize for my rudeness just now. Moreover, you also said that we are friends. Let me treat my friend to a drink."

Alan's explanation made Bart very happy.

"Alan, your personality is very compatible with the dwarves. From now on, you are my best friend!"

Bart laughed loudly. His bold laughter was very infectious.

In Alan's memory, it seemed that all dwarves laughed like this.

Alan was affected and tried to emulate his laughter. However, Alan's laughter sounded a bit ridiculous compared to the dwarf.

Bart felt the kindness of his new friend and was touched. However, Alan's imitation laughter was indeed unpleasant to hear.

"Oh, Alan, it's not like that. You have to learn to speak with your diaphragm first, and then attach your magic power to it."

Bart frowned and corrected him, his expression was very disdainful.

"Because dwarves forge and mine for a living for generations, these jobs are all very loud, so none of us can hear very well. Attaching magic power to our voices can let us hear more clearly."

Alan listened to Bart's explanation while learning how they attached magic power to their voices.

After finding out that Alan can't weld magic power and doesn't have any magic power, Bart felt sympathetic towards him.

Therefore, he put in more effort to teach Alan how dwarves add magic power to their voices.

Sitting at the side, Ai Xiaohei licked her fur and looked at the two idiots. One dared to teach and one dare to learn…

Fortunately, there were not many customers in the tavern at the moment.

The two of them struggled for a while before Alan remembered why the dwarf was here.

"Teacher Bart, let's call it a day. You're here to drink."

Alan interrupted his instruction and pulled his attention back to drinking.

"Yes, yes, Alan. Even if you don't have magic power, you don't have to be sad. I'll find a suitable method to teach you."

"Teacher Bart…"

Alan was touched. This young clan leader of the dwarves was a good person!

"Meow Meow… Meow…"

Ai Xiaohei suddenly roared, completely breaking the warm atmosphere between the two of them. She felt that if these two idiots continued, the situation might turn dangerous…

After Ai Xiaohei interrupted them, Alan was somewhat reluctant to finish. He had good impressions of Bart. He felt that they had similar temperaments. Since they were also similar in age, he predicted that the two of them would get along.

"Friend, what would you like to drink first today?"

There were more and more varieties on the menu and Alan was a little conflicted about which drink to let him try first.

"We dwarven warriors only drink the strongest liquors. Just bring me whatever is the strongest, whether it's new or not."

Hearing Bart's words, Alan knew what to prepare for him.

Bart already drank normal whiskey during the festival, so Alan prepared the strength-attribute whiskey for him first.

This new drink had a richer texture and a richer taste.

"Bart, try this new strength-attribute whiskey first!"

Alan placed the glass filled with ice on the bar counter.

Bart's gaze seemed to be glued to it as he carefully lifted the glass.

"Oh, this cup is simply a work of art! Did you make this?"

"Alan, what material is this made of? How can it be so transparent? I can even see my face in it!"

Bart kept articulating his surprise as he asked Alan questions.

Alan was still holding a bottle of whiskey with the cap opened, getting ready to pour the whiskey. Alan looked at Bart who was holding the glass with no intentions of putting it down. He felt helpless and had to explain to him first.

"This is made from a material called glass. It's not difficult to make, as long as you find the right method. I'll teach you when I have the chance."

Bart looked at Alan in surprise. He was very touched that Alan was generous enough to share the method of making glass with him.

On the Hailar continent, formulas and techniques were very precious things.

Each major race had its own techniques. The dwarves' smithing techniques were the best on the continent, but they would never reveal their techniques. This was the foundation of their race's survival on the continent.

"Alan, as your best friend, I have to remind you that in the future do not casually share such techniques. Every technique is precious. It may allow you to obtain a high status on the continent."

Alan looked at the dwarf in front of him who was genuinely advising him. He could feel the dwarf's sincerity and his heart felt warm.

"Bart, don't worry. To me, only when you disseminate technology can you develop new technologies. Holding recipes and secret formulas in your hands cannot bring out their greatest effect."

"Only in a benign competitive environment can transformation occur and develop into a higher state."

Alan's words made Bart fall into deep thought.

He grabbed the glass from his hands and poured some strength-attribute whiskey.

He realized that Bart wasn't the only one who was in deep thought. Even Ai Xiaohei was also contemplating his words.

Alan didn't interrupt their thoughts. He looked at the customers in the pub in boredom and zoned out.

After a long time, Bart came back to his senses.

"Phew…" Alan heard him sigh heavily.

Then he said, "Alan, I think I know why I like you so much. You are even more broad-minded than the dwarves. I heard that the sea can accommodate everything in the world. I haven't seen it before, but I believe that your mind is broader than the sea."

"Please let me, as the next leader of the dwarves, pay my highest respect to you."

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Bart jumped down from the barstool and bowed to Alan.

Alan was a little confused. He never knew that he was so powerful!

He couldn't do anything that was related to technology because he lacked the skills to develop it. If he wanted to live as he did in his original world, to experience the convenience and comfort of modern life, he would have to give the blueprints that the system rewarded him with to someone who could produce it…

Did it matter whether he was broad-minded or not !?

Alan felt an inexplicable pressure under Bart's excited and respectful gaze, as well as Ai Xiaohei's respectful gaze….Bart came to the tavern today to drink, but he was interrupted by various things.

It was not until the sun started to set before he drank his first drink.

Today, it was drizzling in Rock City. The guests who already arrived could not leave, and those who intended to come could not come because of the rain.

Ever since the Harvest Festival, today was the quietest day in the tavern. Guests sat in twos and threes in the tavern and watched the rain outside. They chatted and drank. It was a leisurely and peaceful scene.

"Bart, why don't you try the whiskey first?"Alan urged helplessly.

Bart, who finally drank the whiskey, narrowed his eyes and carefully felt the magic power in the whiskey.

"I have to say, Alan, not only are you broad-minded, but you're also an outstanding human. The drinks that you brew are very good. Although, for the dwarves, an even stronger drink would suit their taste better."

"However, it's already amazing that you can brew magic drinks. After all, there aren't many people in the entire continent who can make magic drinks. What's even more amazing is that you found more than one recipe. You're amazing, Alan."

Alan was a little embarrassed as Bart kept praising him. The most important reason why he could brew so many types of drinks was that the system was helping him…

As expected, dwarves were a forthright group of people. They were not stingy with their praise to those they admired.

Alan was not surprised when Bart said that the whiskey was not strong enough.

After all, even mister Wayne said that any drink would feel weak after drinking Burning Knife Soju, let alone the dwarves who even thought that the Spirit Beast Wine was too weak.

"Since whiskey was not strong enough, let's try this next one. This is my new drink. I am very confident in its strength," Alan said confidently.

Bart was skeptical of Alan's words. However, seeing his new best friend so confident, he did not voice his doubts.

While preparing Burning Knife Soju for him, Bart curiously watched Alan bring out a small cup that was only one finger high. His face was filled with confusion.

"Come, try this drink."

Alan served him the drink.

Bart picked up the cup. Just the smell was enough to indicate how much alcohol was in the drink.

"This drink, what is it called!?" Bart asked as he smelled the liquor in the cup.

"Burning Knife Soju," Alan replied.

"The name was derived from the taste. This is an extremely strong liquor. When it enters your mouth, it will feel like a knife cutting through your mouth and throat. You will feel as if your entire body is on fire, hence the name!"

Alan explained in detail. As Bart listened, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

After he finished explaining, he did not wait and gulped down the liquor in one gulp.

The coughing that Alan anticipated did not happen.

After Bart poured the liquor into his mouth, he narrowed his eyes with a look of enjoyment. As his throat rolled, Alan guessed that he was swallowing the drink bit by bit.

He was enjoying the extreme burning sensation that the strong liquor brought to his body.

It was the first time that Ai Xiaohei knew that she could drink it slowly by keeping the liquor in her mouth. She felt that it was not very classy when she drank it in one gulp.

After the first cup of Burning Knife Soju, Bart said that this was the feeling that he wanted!

So he impatiently poured himself one cup after another.

Although it was still raining outside, Wayne and Abraham still came to the tavern as the last bit of sunlight dropped below the horizon.

"Yo, little Alan, there's a new guest here today."

Mister Wayne noticed the new customer the moment he arrived. As usual, Abraham maintained his good habit of keeping silent before drinking.

"Mister, you're here. It's still raining outside. Can you not drink for a day?"

Alan complained. After all, Wayne was no longer a disabled person who needed to rely on alcohol to maintain his health.

The old wounds on Wayne's body were healed, and since he had been drinking magic Lafite for a while, his original strength was on the verge of a breakthrough.

"This little bit of rain is nothing. Back when I was out on missions, I was drenched in torrential downpours before…"

Alan couldn't help but laugh as he listened to Wayne bragging.

Abraham pursed his lips and watched his good friend bragging with a disdainful expression.

Wayne was extremely curious and wary of every new face that came to the tavern.

Bart met everyone during the Harvest Festival. Speaking of which, Bart, Wayne, and Abraham even had a small interlude between them.

After all, if it weren't for his sudden appearance that day, the winner of the drinking competition would have been mister Wayne.

When Alan returned with the drinks, he saw the three of them staring at each other like roosters about to battle.

On the other hand, Ai Xiaohei was squatting on the side with a playful expression on her face.

"Mister, this is Bart. It's his first time in the tavern today. He's a good friend of mine."

Alan quickly came to smooth things over for the three of them and ease the atmosphere. After all, both parties were important to him.

"Come, come, come. Let's have a drink together. Let's forget about what happened before and be friends from now on."

The atmosphere on the scene was not affected by his words. Alan forced the three of them to have a drink together. The rule of the tavern was that once they drank together they have to forget about the past.

"Hmph, if I wasn't tired that day, I would not have lost to a dwarf in drinking!"

Mister Wayne grumbled indignantly.

"Idiot, idiot, what are you talking about! A real man will not find excuses for his failure. A person like you who only knows how to find excuses is trash!"

Bart came to drink very early and Alan felt that he was already a little drunk. He got angry and was cursing after a few exchanges. He was very different from how he was when he first arrived in the afternoon.

The exchange of insults between the two came suddenly, but he could see where it was coming from.

Alan did not know how to dissuade the two of them. He stayed where he was, just like Ai Xiaohei.

"Shorty, what are you talking about? You don't think I'll swing my hammer and give you a few blows?"

"Idiot, do you think you're the only one who knows how to swing a hammer!? Were you even born when I started swinging my hammer?"

"Don't think that dwarves are the only ones who know how to forge iron. Your kung fu is not nearly as good as me!"

"What's the use of just saying that you're good? How many artifacts have you forged? Do you know how many artifacts the dwarves have successfully forged? !"

…

Alan watched as the two of them argued back and forth. Abraham wanted to speak a few times, but he could not keep up with their rhythm.

In the end, Abraham took out his diary and silently wrote.

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Hailar calendar: Day 19 after invading the human world.

Today, Abraham, the Evil Lord, worked hard.

I successfully provoked a war between a human powerhouse and the next leader of the dwarves. The intensity of this war was no less than a prelude to the Second Great War of Gods and Demons.

Just as I was working hard, that stupid cat was only watching from the sidelines. As the Demon King's magical pet, she was a disgrace!

As usual, he checked his entry and nodded in satisfaction. He put his diary away and looked up to find the three people and the cat staring at him with terrifying gazes..

This was the first time Alan saw someone write in a diary in this foreign world. He felt that it was rather novel.

Wayne and Bart's faces showed their disbelief. They never thought that someone would write a diary in this day and age!?

Ai Xiaohei's face was filled with contempt as she thought viciously in her heart how this guy was embarrassing the Abyss in the human world.

The pale face under the hood instantly turned even paler.

"I was careless, I was careless… I shouldn't have written in my diary in front of so many people…"

Just as he was searching in his mind for excuses for keeping a diary, Wayne and Bart shifted their attention back to their argument. The two of them tacitly ignored Abraham's strange behavior.

"You said that your forging skills are better than mine. I don't believe it!"

"We dwarves can forge all kinds of weapons, and we can also make sophisticated gadgets. What about you? Can you do it? Don't tell me that you can only forge, purely forging."

Bart provoked Wayne with a hint of mockery.

"Hmph, traditional forging, no matter what kind of weapon, there's nothing that I can't forge!"

"Alright, since you say so. If you have the ability, then let's have a competition."

Bart used a more roundabout way and finally got to his main point.

Alan felt that he was missing something.

Then, Alan slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered that he still had the blueprints that he did not know what to do.

He slapped his forehead a little too hard. He felt his brain buzzing, and it successfully attracted everyone's attention.

"Well, since you guys are going to compete, I have a good idea. But wait for me for a few minutes, I'll go upstairs to get something."

Seeing that there was no one downstairs and there was nothing to do, Alan crept out of the bar counter and went upstairs to get the blueprints.

The three blueprints that he obtained from Mission Four were suitable for use now. If they could create the magic-modified generator and electric light, that could be considered monumental inventions.

As Alan left, the atmosphere at the bar instantly fell silent, contrasting greatly to the lively scene of the surrounding customers.

"Hmph, no matter what the competition is, I will not lose. I will bet on the honor of the dwarves!"

Bart was very concerned about Wayne's words because he could hear his elders and his father from Wayne's words. The old, rotten, and lifeless forging concept was the reason why he left his clan.

He often felt that if he had brothers and sisters, he would not be the one in succession to be the next clan leader.

"Hmph, look at you, you're just a little kid. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten wheat cakes."

"Since I became an adult at the age of 48, I eat five kilograms of wheat cakes per meal and two meals a day. I'm 118 years old right now. How many kilograms of salt can you eat?"

Bart's words made Wayne's breath stop. He was just making an analogy. Was this dwarf unable to take a joke or did he not know what humor was??

The two guests from the Abyss were also stunned. After all, anyone who could eat so much in the Abyss was looked down upon by everyone.

In the Abyss, skinny was the standard of beauty, and such standard was passed down till this day. The main reason was that there was not a lot of food…

Now, this dwarf said that he would eat five kilograms of wheat cakes in one meal!?

Five kilograms of wheat cakes were enough for an ordinary family of three in the Abyss to eat for an entire day.

"I brought it. Mister, Bart, let me… decide the criteria for your competition."

Alan came down and saw that other than Bart, who was drinking alone, the others were stunned in place.

Alan could see the smug look on Bart's face. However, it was a little strange. What happened just now that caused this type of silence?

"Come and take a look. I've arranged a competition for you."

Alan passed the blueprints to the two of them as he explained.

"There are three blueprints here. These are all new things that no one has created before. Don't you two want to compete? Then let's see who can create the things on the blueprints in the shortest amount of time!"

Bart took out a blueprint and carefully studied it.

The moment he flipped open the blueprint, he was shocked by the equipment drawn on there. He picked up the generator blueprint.

The machine on the blueprint was an exquisite instrument that he had never seen before. Just looking at the blueprint, many things were worth studying.

Mister Wayne picked up the Mahjong blueprint. The Mahjong table, Mahjong, and detailed explanation of how to play Mahjong were drawn on it.

When this Mahjong thing appeared, it would definitely become a popular pastime activity for the entire continent, he thought to himself.

For Bart, forging also required innovation. It was a good thing to inherit the forging methods of his ancestors, but his race needed to progress. To do so, they must constantly subvert old ideas and create new ones!

"Alan, are you giving this blueprint to me to make?"

Bart looked at Alan in disbelief and asked.

"Of course, the blueprints would be most valuable in the hands of the people who are most suitable for it."

Alan answered affirmatively. He was thinking about who he would give his blueprints to, but Bart's appearance made him realize another possibility.

There was no doubt that dwarves had manufacturing talent. As long as the blueprint he gave was detailed enough and he gave him enough time, he believed that Bart could make it.

"Mister Wayne, what do you think about this competition?"

Alan looked at Wayne, who was obsessed with studying the rules of Mahjong, and asked.

"I'm fine with anything. Bart, how do you want to compete?"

His gaze fell on Bart again.

He looked at Alan as if he had made an important decision and said.

"There's no need to compete. These blueprints detail very exquisite instruments. Any one of these instruments would make a bang throughout the entire continent!"

Bart said as he turned his gaze towards Wayne.

Wayne's eyes were filled with surprise as he casually picked up the remaining electric lamp blueprint on the bar counter.

"Alan, I've said it before. You're a person with a mind wider than the sea. You gave me the blueprint so I won't use it to compete. I'll do my best to create the machine on it."

"I, Bart, swear on the reputation of the dwarves and the rest of my career that I will perfectly create the machine detailed on this blueprint that Alan gave me. I won't let down my best friend and his expectations of me."

After Bart made his solemn oath, Alan felt an inexplicable connection between himself and Bart.

Wayne saw Bart make a magic-bound oath and had a better impression of this young dwarf leader.

"Little Alan, you are surprising. Such exquisite blueprints and the wild ideas in your head. It's hard to imagine that you are just a child who just came of age."

Wayne finished the whiskey in his glass in one gulp and couldn't help but sigh.

Ai Xiaohei was anxiously hopping on the side, but the two people holding the blueprints were afraid that she would recklessly damage the blueprints, so they didn't let her see it.

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Abraham remained quiet ever since he finished writing in his diary. If it weren't for the fact that his hood was so eye-catching, everyone would have ignored this person long ago.

After Alan resolved the conflict between the two of them with the three blueprints, he sighed. The people in this foreign world were very simple. They were loyal to him just because he gave them two blueprints. If this was his original world, that would be impossible…

Bart took the blueprints for the generator and the light bulb. He could vaguely see the future on the two blueprints.

Mister Wayne, on the other hand, took the Mahjong blueprints back to the blacksmith shop as if he found a treasure.

The two of them left before they even finished their drinks. For Alan, this matter had temporarily come to an end. All he could do was wait..

That night before Alan went to sleep, he remembered that he never asked where Bart lived in Rock City.

On second thought, even if he knew his address, he did not have time to visit.

Wayne returned to the blacksmith shop and began to build the Mahjong table in high spirits.

Abraham saw that he had no work, for the time being, so he went back to the backyard to rest.

Abraham was about to sleep when he suddenly felt the Demon King's call.

He quickly got up and saw that the blacksmith shop in front of him was still lit. He felt relieved and answered the Demon King's call.

A dense fog rose in front of him. As the fog gradually calmed down, the triangular cotton nightcap was still flopping on the Demon King's head. His face was still blurry.

"My Demon King!"

Abraham bowed respectfully and lowered his eyes, quietly waiting for the Demon King's instructions.

However, he waited for a while. The silence spread between the two of them. Abraham gradually felt the heavy atmosphere and guessed that the Demon King was angry that he was moving too slow…

Abraham instantly became flustered. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the Demon King was angry and disappointed at his inefficiency.

Cold sweat kept dripping down from his forehead, and Abraham didn't even dare to reach out to wipe it.

His back, which was bent in a bowing position the entire time, was already sore, but he didn't dare move without the Demon King's permission.

Abraham kept thinking of countermeasures. Should he take the initiative and admit his mistake?

At this moment, Abraham suddenly heard a very light snore. He was slightly stunned and his face was filled with confusion.

After waiting for a while, he confirmed that he did hear snoring.

He slowly straightened his back and looked at the fog. He moved closer and listened attentively.

A rhythmic, intermittent, and light snore entered his ears.

"Cough…"

The moment Abraham heard the light cough, he immediately took a step back. The fog drifted a little further away.

"Mmm, you did well. Your king is quite satisfied."

Abraham humbly listened to the Demon King's praises and cleverly did not mention the snoring.

The Demon King was also working hard. He even fell asleep while communicating with Abraham. It seemed that he had to work harder to complete the mission and share his king's burden.

"Abraham, it's been so long. How's the stronghold coming along? Why isn't Xiaohei with you?"

The Demon King's lazy voice rang out as he asked.

"Sir, Xiaohei and I are working separately. We have made progress on the stronghold. With my help, Xiaohei successfully infiltrated the tavern and is hiding by the tavern owner's side. I'm undercover by the side of a human powerhouse. He has a very close relationship with the tavern owner…"

Ai Xiaohei's magic power was completely blocked while she was in the tavern, so naturally, she could not contact the Demon King. The responsibility of reporting fell on him. Abraham began to feel lucky that he was the one reporting the situation. If it was Ai Xiaohei.., he did not know how much she would belittle him.

"Alright, I know your situation. Tomorrow, I will arrange for a new helper. When the time comes, you and Xiaohei will meet up with the helper. The three of you will work together."

"Ah!" After saying that, the Demon King let out a big yawn.

"That's it. If there's anything, contact me. If there's nothing else, hurry up and finish the mission."

Before Abraham could reply, the Demon King hung up. The image in the fog instantly disappeared, and soon, the fog also disappeared.

After the communication ended, Abraham saw through the window that the lights in the blacksmith shop were still on. There was no risk of being exposed, so he took off his hood and lay down to sleep.

Wayne and Bart, who received blueprints from Alan, were destined not to sleep that night. However, for powerful mages like them, staying up for one or two nights was not a problem.

Abraham laid in bed feeling somewhat melancholic. He had no idea who the new helper was. The Demon King hung up without saying anything.

Could it be that the king was getting impatient since he had not sent back any useful information and decided to change the person in charge…

Thinking of this possibility, Abraham's head hurt even more.

Alan was not affected in the slightest and went to bed early.

Ai Xiaohei lived with him and was adapting to his living habits recently.

In the Abyss, the capital city.

The city was shrouded in a layer of hazy gray fog all year round.

Even when the sun came out, no one could see the light, they could only feel the heat.

On the main street, there were two rows of small dirt bungalows neatly arranged. Lanterns hung under the eaves of the houses. The ground was a dirt road that would raise a cloud of dust whenever the wind blew.

The people here all had ash-colored faces, but there were faint smiles on their faces.

The streets were not bustling and commerce was not developed. It was as if this place never entered modern society.

Poor, backward, and lacking in resources…

In the center of the city, there was a mansion that seemed to occupy a very wide area. That was the Demon King's palace. It looked gray. "Gorgeous", "noble", and "royal" were not terms used to describe it.

At this moment, every servant in this spacious mansion was on high alert, and their faces were solemn.

"Father is it okay to leave such an important matter to Samael…"

The young man, who looked gentle and refined, lowered his head and spoke to the man who was standing in front of him and exuding strong pressures. Even though that person was his father, he still appeared somewhat aloof and respectful.

"It's okay. Samael is not brainless. He can complete the mission."

A dignified voice came from the front. The young man did not refute his father when he heard him. He only stood respectfully behind him.

The person in front of him was the true lord of the Abyss. He ruled the Abyss for thousands of years and no one ever dared to challenge him. He once brought glory to the Abyss and was also one of the three strongest people in Hailar.

He was fierce, cruel, and ruthless. No one had ever seen his face except for his wife.

He stood straight in the middle of the courtyard, looking for the appropriate node in space to open the door. Today, he was going to send the Fury Lord to the human world.

The Evil Lord and his magical pet Xiaohei had been in the human world for a long time, but neither sent back any useful news. The Demon King could not wait any longer.

Such a man who stood at the top was the king of all demons in the Abyss. He should have been a lonely strong man without any weakness.

But the Demon King was not only obedient to his strict wife, but also a slave to his daughter.

It was a glorious thing to be a vanguard and go to the human world, but it was extremely difficult to open a space passage between the Abyss and the human world.

All the important figures within the demon race gathered in the courtyard. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at the Demon King in front of them, quietly waiting for the passage to open.

After a bit, transparent fluctuations appeared in the air again. A pitch-black narrow passage formed. This time, the passage was even smaller than the previous two times.

"Go, Samael," a dignified voice sounded.

"Yes!" A low reply followed.

A tall man with two long sharp horns on his head stepped out and quickly walked towards the passage.

Suddenly, something strange happened.

No one noticed that a petite girl and a white-fur Cerberus emerged from the crowd.

The Cerberus first rammed into the Fury Lord, stunning the other party. Then it quickly followed the girl who entered the passage first and flew into the shrinking passage.

Following that, the girl's voice drifted out of the passage, "Father, your daughter will complete your mission. I will conquer the human world!"

Before the Demon King could react, the passage closed. Only his daughter's childish promise was left floating in the air…

In an instant, a huge wave of violent power swept over the courtyard. Everyone present did not dare to breathe loudly and lowered their heads even lower. Everyone knew how furious the Demon King was at this moment.

In the deep forest outside Rock City, a small opening suddenly appeared in the air. As if the passage had indigestion, it spat out a little girl and a snow-white long-haired puppy.

For a moment, no one noticed that Lolita and her magical pet, a mutated Cerberus, were spat out by the spatial tunnel.

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After being spat out of the tunnel, the child had a livid expression and was about to blow up from anger.

However, when she first arrived in the human world, she suddenly realized that her magic powers were restricted. She only had half of what she had when she was in the Abyss.

Her beloved pet could only materialize one of its three heads. The remaining two could not materialize because it lacked magic power.

She was a little flustered. She did not know if her magic power disappeared temporarily or completely…

First, she needed to find her general in the human world!It was poured with rain in Rock City the whole night.

When the sun rose, the water on the ground evaporated. The whole city shrouded in a layer of thick mist. The rain had cleansed the entire city, and the air was fresh.

Alan woke up early as usual. The lights in the smithy had lit up for the whole night. When Abraham woke up, Wayne had already heated the boiler. It looked like he was about to start forging.

Bart lived on the other side of the city. This courtyard was the dwarven stronghold in Rock City. There were all kinds of tools here. He could forge whatever he wanted to.

After studying the blueprints for the whole night, Bart felt like he had caught a hint of inspiration. When the sky had just lit up, he immediately began to try to make it.

After Alan finished cleaning up the tavern, Blackie was still sunbathing in the backyard. That lazy and leisurely look made Alan envious.

Because it had rained all night yesterday, it was very lively when the tavern opened for business today.

Alan once again resumed his busy life until evening. Most of the customers left, and Alan could take a break for a while.

Wayne and Abraham entered the tavern at the very last sunray.

"Little Alan, Bart didn't come today?"

Wayne looked around the tavern and didn't see Bart the dwarf, so he asked curiously.

"No, I didn't see him come all day."

"Abraham, how's your debt coming along?"

Wayne had always paid for Abraham's drinks. Although Alan had repeatedly said that they didn't need to pay, Wayne still insisted on paying.

In Alan's eyes, Abraham did not look like a demon king at all. He was shy, he was respectful, independent, and extremely cultured. He paid his debts with his work and returned the money he owed by working in a blacksmith's shop.

"Hmph, I will be able to pay it off soon. Mind your own business."

Abraham's face was slightly red under the hood.

As one of the seven great kings of the abyss, he had fallen to the point where he had to work to pay his debts. This matter was the shame of his life.

The abyss was poor, to begin with, and Abraham was the gentlest one of the demon kings. He did not have many ways to earn money thus he did not have much savings. The reason he came to the human world this time was that he had long been penniless from drinking.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mock you. Let's drink Lafite today. You better not to drink the strong ones."

Alan apologized, but his hands skillfully decant and poured the liquor.

"Sigh, Little Alan, actually I've already recovered. There's no need to drink more of it. Besides, I can drink the strong ones with no problem at all." Wayne grumbled softly. He only whined to Alan and nobody else.

Alan smiled and shook his head. He did not say much. After all, Wayne was just whining.

The three men were chatting happily, and the atmosphere was just right. Blackie quietly sat at the side of the bar. Alan put her special wine glass in front of her, which was filled with high-level magic Lafite.

Outside the tavern, the sky was turning dark.

Meanwhile, he little princess of the abyss had arrived in the human world in the morning. She brought her companions and found the location of Rock City by following the scent of Evil Lord.

She saw the tall city walls in front of her, the civilians coming and going, the merchants pulling all kinds of goods, and the noble lords sitting in luxurious carriages.

The bustling city in front of her deeply shocked her. Even the Cerberus was scared out of its wits and cowered beside its master.

After a short while, she finally mustered up the courage to follow the people into the city. The soldiers guarding the city saw that she was a little girl with a dog. They thought that she had gotten separated from her family, so they asked her about it.

However, the girl thought that her identity had been exposed, so she timidly looked up at the soldier who spoke. She took the dog and ran away without saying a word.

The two soldiers looked at each other and wondered if they had scared her.

No, their armor must be too scary. They must find an opportunity to suggest to the governor that they change the armor of the city guards to a gentler style.

The two looked at each other and nodded, confirming each other's thoughts.

After escaping into the city, she hid everywhere with the dog and passed the busy day with difficulty.

At dusk, the number of people on the street gradually decreased. The girl finally followed Evil Lord's aura to the tavern. She watched as Evil Lord and another human walked in side by side. After waiting for a long time, she did not see him come out.

Seeing that the sky was about to turn dark, the girl decided to go in and take a look.

She carefully hid her entire body outside the door of the small tavern and poked out a furry little head to look inside the shop. The little white dog imitated its master's movements.

Abraham, who was leisurely enjoying the fine wine, suddenly felt a chill on his back. Blackie seemed to have also smelled the scent of his nemesis.

Abraham never expected that the helper this time would be her.

"Abraham! Blackie!"

A delicate shout sounded under the bar counter, and Abraham and Blackie were frightened.

They stiffly turned to look behind them. The girl and the white dog, it was the infamous devil combination abyss.

"Abraham, you've been in the human world for so long, and you haven't sent any useful news back. You still have the mood to drink here! Are you worthy of what father has done for you!?"

The girl cursed loudly.

Alan and Wayne were stunned on the spot. Were the children of the abyss all so fierce?

Abraham and Blackie were scolded so badly that they couldn't raise their heads. They just lowered their heads even lower. The girl didn't wait for them to defend themselves and continued to curse.

"Blackie, you're the one who asked for help, but you're completely out of reach after you came here. Turn out you've been hanging out with Abraham in this place all day. Do you still remember what your mission is!?"

"Humans are all cunning. Our compatriots are still waiting for you to bring back the news, but you're just doing nothing!"

…

Alan did not know how long the girl had been scolding him like this, but he knew that this girl was also a guest from the abyss, but her status was higher than Abraham's.

After she reprimanded him, she felt a little thirsty. She consciously picked up the cup in front of Abraham and drank the entire cup of Lafite in one gulp.

"Hey…" Alan didn't have time to dissuade her. Even if it was just wine, it was still wine. This child was not an adult yet, so how could she drink wine!

"Burp…"

She placed the cup heavily on the bar counter and burped at the three men.

"Eh!" the girl suddenly realized that her magic power had recovered a little.

"Abraham, another cup!" She said excitedly to Abraham.

"You can't drink alcohol, you're underage." Alan finally stopped him.

"Human, who do you think you are!"

She said disdainfully, her little hand reaching for the bottle beside her and pouring it into her mouth.

Abraham and Blackie didn't dare to breathe and just stared blankly.

Wayne frowned and didn't move. He hadn't figured out the identity and purpose of this child yet.

Seeing that the girl was about to finish half of the bottle of wine, Alan snatched the bottle from her hand. However, he was a little late, and there was still a bottom of the bottle…

"I'm completely recovered! Abraham, follow me…" the girl's eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of mist, and her focus gradually blurred.

Abraham looked at his princess in surprise, but he still did not dare to move. On the bar counter, Blackie looked down at the little white dog fiercely, and the two of them growled at each other telepathically.

In the morning, the girl had passed through the spatial barrier, and her magic power had been reduced by half. With the recovery of her magic power from drinking the Lafti, she immediately got up and was about to launch an attack.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that she was locked down by a very powerful magic power. She felt danger, and she didn't dare to act recklessly.

Alan stretched out his hand and flicked the girl's forehead. Alan looked at her eyes. The girl's eyes were wet, and she was about to cry

"Don't cry. Speak properly, or I'll slap your forehead," Alan threatened.

The girl instantly covered her forehead with her hands and bit her lips. The tears in her eyes didn't fall.

"Tell me your name and how old you are. How did you come to the tavern?" Alan asked seriously.

"Lolita, 212 years old this year. I'm the youngest daughter of the demon king of the abyss. I walked through a dark passage, and then I'm here in the human world, just like that."

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Alan was shocked. He glanced at Abraham and sighed in his heart. The demons of the abyss were too difficult to raise. Their growth cycle was too long.

"Then why are you here?" Alan continued to ask.

"To help my father conquer the human world! I'm warning you, if you do something to me, my father will definitely kill you! My father is super strong!"

The bar was silent for a while, and then the customers burst into laughter, treating it as a joke of a child.

Only Alan knew that the child was telling the truth..

When the girl heard the laughter of the people around her, she felt stifled. She was clearly telling the truth!

"Haha… What's wrong with this child? She was just like Abraham first got here, keep yelling conquering the world and things like that."

"Hahahaha… didn't you see how she scolded Abraham the moment she came? If I had to say, they must be a family."

Wayne fell into deep thought. When Abraham heard those words, he was so nervous that he broke out in cold sweat.

Alan was still chilling. The Abyss was not a big deal to him.

Hearing the taunts of the people around her, Lolita was so angry that her face turned red. She no longer suppressed the magic power in her body, and instantly released her power.

"Shut up! Shut up! All of you, I want all of you shut up!"

Before she could do any further damage, Wayne gave her a look and instantly dispersed her power.

Lolita felt wronged when she was threatened. She was the princess of the Abyss, and these stupid humans actually dared to mock her like this. Abraham did not even lift a finger to help and just stared blankly.

Abraham didn't help and just watched her bullied by the humans.

The more Lolita thought about it, the more wronged she felt. She couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes anymore and started to cry.

Alan looked at Lolita across the bar counter who was sobbing at feeling wronged. For a moment, he felt that he had gone too far.

"Ahem, everyone, I think that is about enough. She's still a child, don't tease her anymore."

At this reminder, the atmosphere in the tavern returned to its previous state.

Lolita stopped sobbing after a long while.

The confrontation between Blackie and the Cerberus had also come to an end. The Cerberus named Whitey, was now obediently sitting by its master's side.

Abraham himself was staying in the blacksmith shop, and there were no empty rooms in the blacksmith shop. Alan thought about it briefly and decided to temporarily have her stay at the tavern. After some cleaning, the guest room on the second floor could be used.

Wayne was somewhat disapproving of Alan's behavior of taking in a random person, but seeing that Alan was quite happy, he did not say more. His wine was finished and Alan did not allow him to drink more, so he could only bring Abraham back to the blacksmith shop.

The little girl and white dog duo who were taken in went up to the second floor without any courtesy.

Alan did not mind. After closing business for the day, he went upstairs to rest with a body full of fatigue. Every day at this time, he would miss Yupanki's days in the tavern dearly.

A week passed quickly.

Bart did not appear, and Wayne still arrived at the tavern on time every day. Abraham told him that Wayne had not been sleeping much at night recently. He kept trying to craft the mahjong on the blueprint.

Abraham's days were not easy either. The little princess from the Abyss, Lolita, was simply his nemesis. Ever since she came to the human world, he not only needed to pay the debt he owed for the wine, but he also needed to pay the little princess's wine as well.

Ever since the first day they reunited, the Abyss team would try every opportunity they can to gather for small meetings. They thought that they had kept it well uncovered, but in reality, Alan and Wayne had turned a blind eye to it.

That afternoon, Alan had just opened his shop when he heard an excited shout from outside the door.

"Alan, my best friend! Come and see, I've made it! Open it and see!"

Bart had starting shouting from afar. Alan was also very curious about how far the manufacture of the generator had gone after not seeing him for a week.

Alan walked out of the bar counter and went to the door to welcome him.

He saw the short and strong Bart carrying a large machine wrapped in gray cloth in his arms.

Alan was shocked. He made it in such a short time!?

However, he was more excited than shocked. They had crafted the generator, didn't it mean that the electricity would soon to be available?

After Bart put it on the table in front of the bar counter, he looked at Alan with excitement.

"Dear friend, I have successfully made the generator, but it's not tested and adjusted yet. I am not sure it will work or not. Yet, I hope to share the joy with you at the first moment."

Bart bold voice resounded throughout the bar.

Lolita curiously followed Alan and came by Bart's side.

As he spoke, Bart lifted the gray cloth, and a hefty machine appeared before their eyes.

To Alan, this machine was a little crude. He had seen more advanced machine in the modern society

However, Bart, a native from another world who had never seen a machine, was truly shocked even by the machine he had created.

Mechatronics was truly a man's romance. A machine with shiny metallic finish was a man's lifelong pursuit. Bart was fascinated by his own creation. This was the machine that he wanted to make!

"Start it up and try," Alan urged.

Bart nodded solemnly and turned on the generator on the table with trembling hands.

The two of them heard a loud noise from the machine, but there was no response.

The mechanism of this Otherworld's version generator was the same as the rules of the world, but it did not successfully generate magic power. There must be a problem somewhere.

"Turn it off, Bart. I think we failed for our first attempt."

Alan said with some regret. Looking at the puzzled Bart, he stood rooted to the ground. He had been full of confidence, but unfortunately, the result was not satisfactory.

The trial of the first generator in the Hailar Continent had failed.

The tavern fell into silence. With Alan's shallow knowledge of physics, it would be very difficult for him to help even if he wanted to. Moreover, the energy production mechanism must be different in this magical world.

Bart thought about the problem and frowned with a serious expression.

"Why don't you tell me about your manufacturing process, and I'll see if I can provide you with some help?"

Alan still couldn't bear to see his friend in such pain. He might not be able to provide him with any practical help, but he might give some suggestions.

"That's right. The blueprints were all given to me by you, so you should be very familiar with the generator. Help me analyze my theory and see if it is on the right track."

Alan left closed the door of the tavern. He was may only be able to open for business until later today.

Following Bart's explanation, Alan also gained a deeper understanding of this magic-modified generator.

"My dear friend, is the production process wrong?"

After Bart finished explaining, he looked at Alan with anticipation.

Lolita looked at the two of them in confusion after listening to everything.

Alan thought for a moment. He had to translate the theorem into the language of this world, so that Bart could understand.

"No matter what method is used, as long as the influx of electricity passing through a closed-circuit changes, electricity will be generated in the closed circuit."

"This phenomenon can be called electromagnetic induction. The flow of electricity produced is called induced electricity flow."

"If the wire is connected to an electric load at this time, electricity will flow and thus generate electricity, converting the kinetic energy into electricity."

"The positive and negative poles of the induced electromotive force can be determined by the direction of the induced current. The direction of the current inside the electric energy source should be from the negative pole to the positive pole

"The electromotive force caused by the relative movement of the circuit and the electric field is the fundamental reason behind the normal operation of the generator."

Alan translated the Faraday's law of induction theorem to Bart. In fact, the most basic thing for a generator was to discover the electric field and maintain the flow of electricity in the electric field.

After listening to Bart's explanation of the principle that he understood, Alan guessed that he should have only discovered the electric field, but he had not discovered the direction of the flow of electricity.

Alan's words shocked Bart. After thinking for a long time, he finally reacted.

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"Alan, your theoretical knowledge is too solid. I am far inferior to you. I believe that if you are willing to devote yourself to research, you will definitely become an amazing inventor."

Bart's emotions were complicated. He admired and looked up to Alan. Yet, he felt that it was a pity that Alan was not interested in dedicating himself to research…

Alan was embarrassed. What he knew was just the tip of the iceberg. The truly amazing ones were first-class researchers like Bart.

Blackie took in the conversation between the two of them. While Alan and Bart were discussing, he was glowing. His erudite knowledge once again made her see him in a new light.

Lolita's face was confused, and her mind had wandered off..After his discussion with Bart, Alan reopened the tavern.

There were a few customers standing outside the door, waiting for Alan to open for business.

Bart wrapped up the failed generator again and sat at the table in deep thought. What Alan had just told him inspired him greatly.

His original theory was proven to be invalid. Just now, Alan had helped him complete the original logic. As long as he could perfect the two principles, he believed that the next generator would definitely work.

After Alan reopened, the tavern became busy again, yet Xiao Hei's gaze stayed on Alan.

Lolita, on the other hand, did not understand any of the academic content that Alan and the dwarves had discussed just now. She sat on the bar counter with a calm expression, swaying her two small legs, staring blankly at the customers in the tavern.

Wayne and Abraham arrived right after Alan reopened the tavern. They bumped into Bart as was leaving the bar.

They called him twice but went completely unnoticed by Bart, as they watched left in a hurry with a big thingy in his arm.

"Little Alan, did Bart finish crafting that thing?"

Wayne asked as soon as he took a seat.

"Yes, Bart finished it, but it failed. he is probably rushing back to do more research. Next time, he might succeed."

Alan replied with a smile. He was also very surprised that he could give Bart some new ideas.

Wayne was not surprised. He had a good guess when he saw Bart, but now it was only confirmed by Alan.

During Lolita's stay at the tavern, Alan asked her to work as a waitress to pay for the rent and food.

She refused at first, but as she woke up the next day, she found out that Alan did not prepare any food for her. After being starved for a whole day, she finally dawdled into her career as a waitress.

Even her white little dog did not escape from being "exploited" by Alan. Alan asked him to provide relief services to the customers in the tavern. Any customer who liked dogs could pet him to relieve the pressure.

Wayne knew quite well that Bart had already built the generator. Although Bart failed this time, seeing his opponent had completed the task ahead of him indeed made him feel pressured.

Wayne went back to the blacksmith shop early, as he was in no mood drinking that night.

The daily life in the tavern was always dull and boring. The repetitive rhythm of life had not changed.

At the blacksmith shop.

After Wayne finished drinking, he came back to the shop and continued to fiddle with his new toys.

Abraham felt that Wayne seemed to have made some improvements based on the blueprint. He had seen Wayne reforge and rebuild the things that he had finished several times.

After returning to his room, Abraham received a message from the Demon King. It had been long since the last time Demon King had contacted him.

A gray mist appeared out of thin air. After a while, a man wearing a cotton triangular nightcap with a dense mist on his face appeared.

This time, the soft nightcap seemed to stand up a little, just like its owner's aura now. Abraham could feel Demon King's anger even without being physically in front of him.

Cold sweat drenched the clothes on his back, he lowered his head.

"Abraham, where's Lolita!?"

Demon King's voice was filled with killing intent.

"S-sir… Her Highness is with Xiao Hei, they're both in that tavern."

Abraham replied in fear. He was somewhat confused about Demon King's anger this time. Wasn't the princess was sent by Demon King himself? Why would Demon King angry when he mention his daughter?

"You didn't personally protect her!? You just let her stay alone with that human elite!? How can you guarantee her safety!?"

When Demon King heard that his youngest daughter was alone with the human elite, he couldn't help but worry about her safety. He became even more displeased with Evil Lord.

"Sir, please rest assured. Princess is very safe there. And I will definitely protect her highness."

Abraham agreed repeatedly. However, what he did not know was the incomparably terrifying expression on Demon King's face. If Demon King was here, he would have beaten him to death.

As his precious daughter's safety had been neglected, Abraham's death looked certainly well deserved to Demon King.

"Starting tomorrow, you will be at Lolita's side all the time. If any mishaps happen to her, you know what I am capable of…"

Demon King's death threat shook Abraham to his core.

After the communication ended, Abraham was terrified.

The moment Demon King disappeared, he fell to the ground.

As he calmed down a little, he took out his diary while trembling.

Hailar Calendar: the 30th day of the invasion of the human world

Today was the day that I almost died. Demon King's strength was getting stronger and stronger.

One could feel the pressure emanating from his body even from afar.

The demon king was very angry. The speed at which the human world's occupation plan was implemented made Demon King grow out of his patience.

However, the humans were actually very good. They didn't have any animosity towards the abyss. They were tolerant, kind, and knowledgeable…

I, the leader of the Seven Lords of the Abyss, the Evil Lord, had lived alone for thousands of years until now. This was the first time I made friends, human friends. I knew that they had long guessed the fact that I came from the abyss, but they didn't look at me differently.

They helped me in my daily life and showed me a lot of warmth…

Recently, I often wondered, what I should do if the day came when the Demon King led the army to invade the human world?

After writing and checking, Abraham did not smile. He just silently closed the diary and held it close to his body.

He looked at the front yard through the small crack in the window. Wayne was still tinkering. He smiled and muttered, "Before the moment of choice comes, we will be fine."

After living in the tavern for the time being, Lolita slowly getting used to the life in the tavern gradually. Even it was dull and boring every day

But many people yearned for this kind of simple life, and Lolita actually started to enjoy it as well.

Her feelings for Alan were complicated. He clearly did not have any magic power, but when he put on a serious face, Lolita would feel afraid.

Alan was stricter with her than her brothers, but under this kind of discipline, she felt the joy and warmth of family that she had never experienced before.

Days passed by quickly. The ordinary daily life became interesting thanks to Lolita. The daily life of Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai was also extraordinary.

With these little fellows in the tavern, Alan's life became quite fulfilling and lively.

Another week had passed since Bart came to find Alan with the generator.

Bart came to the tavern with the modified generator again.

"My good friend, this time, I have a feeling that it will be a success!"

Bart's face was full of anxiety, and his tone was filled with anticipation.

Alan nodded and urged him to quickly test it. The public release of the generator also represented the beginning of the industrial era of the Hailar Continent.

The modified generator buzzed as Bart pressed the switch. The two of them stared at the indicator light that represented success.

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Under the nervous gaze of the two of them, the indicator light lit up!

Alan and Bart looked at each other, smiled with a big high-five

"We did it, Alan! The generator works!"

Bart burst into tears with excitement. He grabbed Alan's hands, exclaimed loudly.

Alan was also very excited.. He could finally use electricity!

Alan looked at the generator in front of him and was filled with mixed emotions inside. As expected, smart people were everywhere. He had only provided the blueprint and the generator was produced in just half a month.

Ai Xiaohei and Lolita brought Xiao Bai to watch from the side. Although they did not understand the importance of the generator, they could sense that Alan was paying a lot of attention to this strange fellow and the joy he felt of having the generator being manufactured successfully.

"Bart, since the generator has been created, have you tried making the incandescent lamp for the other blueprint?"

Alan looked at him earnestly.

Bart pondered for a moment and replied, "I've seen the blueprint. It's not difficult to make an incandescent lamp, but there's one thing that's poses a challenge to me. I have not found the right material for the lamp wick yet."

Alan was deep in thought. He only knew that the wick was made of tungsten wire, which had a high melting point and high electrical resistance.

"When the lamp is lit, the electricity passes through the thin wire and as it gets heated, it will start glowing. As the amount of electric current passing through the wire increases, the lamp will also get brighter. During this process, the temperature of the lamp will continue to rise, so when it comes to the choice of material for the wick, it will need to fulfil two criteria. The first one is that it must be able to bear high temperature and does not melt easily; and the second one is that it has a relatively low electrical conductivity."

After Alan finished expressing his opinion, Bart fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and said excitedly, "I know! There's an alchemy material which has properties that completely satisfy the requirements. Most importantly, this material is very common!"

"Tungsten crystal!"

Alan didn't know much about the various materials in this world, but when he heard the word 'tungsten', he had a rough idea. It was probably similar to tungsten wire.

Bart was thinking while muttering to himself.

"If we were to consider their characteristics, tungsten is the most suitable material. After all, it is easy to mine and produce in mass quantities…"

Alan didn't interrupt him. He quietly waited for Bart to finish what he wanted to say.

"Alan, I'll go back first. I'll come and find you after I've made the light bulb."

Bart didn't wait for Alan to say goodbye and hurriedly got up to leave the tavern.

Alan could only sigh helplessly. He wrapped up the very first generator of this other world and moved it to the backyard. He believed that the tavern would soon be completely powered up and the energy structure would be completely changed.

Bart had just left when Uncle Wayne rushed into the tavern. He pulled Alan to his side and told him in a mysterious tone, "Little Alan, guess what I have for you."

As he looked at Uncle Wayne's sneaky expression, he kind of guessed what it would be, but seeing that Uncle Wayne didn't have anything in his hands, he was a bit uncertain…

"It is made from mahjong!?"

"Not only is it made from mahjong, it's also an improved version."

Right at this moment, Abraham also entered the tavern.

Alan was a little surprised. In what ways could mahjong be improved? Moreover, from what he had heard, it seemed that the improvements done to it were very good.

Uncle Wayne's had a smug expression on his face. It seems that he wanted to boast about his treasure and was just waiting for Alan to pop the question.

"Uncle Wayne, just show me what your improved mahjong has become!?"

The excitement on Alan's face was Uncle Wayne's source of motivation. He waited with bated breath before saying, "Look at this!"

He proudly opened his palm and right in the middle of his palm was a small ball. Alan could vaguely see the glittering metallic luster on it.

"Is this it?" Alan asked with a puzzled look.

Ai Xiaohei recognised this as something interesting and his cattish face was full of curiosity. He stood at the side of the table and stared intently at Wayne's palm.

Lolita and Xiao Bai arrived a little later. They didn't know what had transpired prior to the selection of the blueprint. They were just curious to see everyone gathering together.

"Little Alan, watch carefully!"

As Uncle Wayne said this, he casually threw the small ball on the ground. When the ball touched the ground, it seemed to have triggered a switch.

In an instant, the small ball underwent a transformation, its metallic luster shimmered brightly under the light, and it changed into a table with four legs and stood upright.

Alan was dumbstruck. This wasn't mahjong, it was like witnessing a Gundam transformation. This mahjong table was certainly impressive!

Within that mere five seconds, what looked like a peanut-sized ball in the palm of someone's hand had evolved into a mahjong table.

Lolita was also shocked by this. After all, she had never seen such a table in the abyss. Although she had no idea what use it has as of now, but the fact that it can transform itself is already a killing point.

"Uncle, Uncle, quickly tell me how your table can be used after it has been modified!"

Alan felt that his mecha dream had been ignited once again. Uncle Wayne's modification design was simply brilliant!

Uncle Wayne said proudly, "Ahem, then let me tell you. This is my modified automatic mahjong table. It's convenient to carry around, easy to install, and you can bring it anywhere at any time in your hand."

He continued, "I used memory metal as the main material for this mahjong table, and I included a space array. The mahjong tiles are also placed within the table. When you want to play mahjong, you just need to pull up the drawer from the middle of the table and you can start the game."

Uncle Wayne started to demonstrate while explaining. When he saw Alan's shocked yet adoring eyes, he felt very proud of himself and that half a month's time spent on this was worth it.

"Oh right, has Bart completed his project?"

Wayne pretended to ask casually.

"It's done, and it's a success. He just left before you guys came in."

Alan looked at the shocked faces of the people in front of him.

The appeal of mahjong was that it was suitable for people of all ages.

Even Lolita was attracted by this game and she sat around the table and watched it with great interest.

"Alan, how do you play this game? Teach me, I want to play too."

Upon hearing Lolita's request, Alan felt troubled. How was he going to teach her how to play mahjong? She was still a child…

Uncle Wayne didn't care much about these things. When he heard that someone wanted to play mahjong, he was extremely excited.

Ever since he had gotten the blueprint, he had studied the rules and methods of playing for quite some time. After making this table, what he wanted to do the most was to find three companions to play a few rounds together.

During this half a month, Abraham had been forced to play mahjong by his landlord. It was very interesting, and he was very familiar with the rules.

As long as he taught two more people, he would be able to gather enough people to start the game Thus, Uncle Wayne began to explain happily.

Uncle Wayne was teaching a small mahjong class. The students who were attending the class were Lolita, Ai Xiaohei, and Xiaobai…

"There are a total of 136 mahjong tiles, including honors tiles and suited tiles. Suited tiles are divided into three suits: dots, bamboo and characters. Each player will have the same number of chips in their hands."

"If you have two or three identical tiles in your hand, and someone discards another identical tile, no matter which position you are at, you can declare a meld and shout out 'Pong' to the other players. At this point, play may be interrupted. If you hold three matching tiles and then draw a fourth piece from the end of the wall to get a complete set of four, this is known as a Kong."

"The important thing to take note is, the next person will continue to draw and play tiles after the previous player."

"If all the tiles belong to the same suit, then this is called a flush. The points can be quadrupled. For example, if you have character tiles such as 1112345678999 in your hand, then this is considered a flush, all tiles in one suit. After careful inspection, since you have tiles from 1 to 9, you can choose one of it to win the game."

Alan was quite shocked when he heard this. He never thought that Uncle Wayne already knew the rules of mahjong so well?

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"If you have three identical tiles and two identical tiles, the points will also be doubled."

"When you have formed melds with all thirteen tiles in your hand, you only need to add the fourteenth tile to get a winning hand. If the three melds consisting of Pongs or Chows have already been exposed, then there's only one tile left. If you have the wining hand, the points will be doubled."

"The general criteria for a winning hand is to get four melds consisting of Pongs, Kongs or Chows, and a pair of identical tiles known as Eyes."

"The points for each hand need to be converted into chips and handed to the winner. At the end of the game, the winner or loser will be determined according to the number of chips he has."

Alan listened with confusion as he was not well-versed in the rules of mahjong. However, Uncle Wayne had figured it out in such a short time. It seemed that he had the potential to become a gambling saint….