"Hey, Kid, what wine do you have in your bowl? Why does it smell so good? Are you trying to provoke us?" a Dwarf who was already a bit tipsy could no longer hold back.
Glancing around, Komer realized that the gaze of all the Dwarves had settled on him. He couldn't help but smirk bitterly to himself; drinking some wine, it seemed, could also bring some trouble, which was really too much.
"Hey, shorty, what are you yelling about over there? That's Red Maoshao! It's the treasure of this pub, made from pure grains. Smell that rich aroma, this is the real drink for men, one sip will set your blood boiling, and at that moment, you'll truly feel like a man!" The pub owner was not pleased, having finally found someone willing to spend money, he couldn't have them driven away by these Dwarves—it would be too much of a loss.