Game Across the World

Green plants and gorgeous purple decorations dotted the scenery in the manor. The joy of celebration temporarily came to an end in every corner of Suramar City, but it seemed that it did not include here.

The nobles still rode the unmanned magic boat and came here when Suramar fell at night. Under the clothes of their attendants, they admired the dusk scenery of Suramar City below and discussed the recent gossip, and then Pour the wine glowing with purple magic into your throat.

A Shal'dorei elf walked past the nobles with light steps. She listened to their comments on Yue County's wines, gained their favor, and greeted the guests.

This is Twilight Winery, the largest magic wine brewing estate in Suramar. Almost 70% of the magic wine comes from this winery located in the highlands on the edge of the city.

Speaking of magic wine; 10,000 years ago, because of the magic concentration of the Well of Eternity, the ancient elves were more concerned about the taste and drinking culture of the wine, focusing on the use of rarer materials that were closer to nature, as well as older brewing techniques.

If anyone drank magic wine at that time, it would be the commoners of Shadorei. After all, the ingredients for this kind of wine were available everywhere.

But after the magic power of the Nightwell propped up the shield and blocked the city of Suramar for countless years, the concentration of magic power dropped, making it increasingly difficult for elves who were not talented in meditation ability to obtain sufficient magic power.

As for the nobles, they are not willing to spend a lot of time on meaningless meditation. After all, no matter how high their magic power is, they can't compare to Elisande. No matter how strong they are, they can't leave the barrier of the Night Well.

Magic wine quietly became popular.

The condensed water droplets seeping out of the Dark Night Well are called the Dark Night Well Essence. This is the condensation of pure magic under the power of the Dark Night Well. Only one small bottle is needed to satisfy an adult Son of the Night who has spent a whole day refining and meditating. Magical needs.

In this way, as long as there is enough magic wine, no matter whether they are Suramar civilians or nobles, they do not need to spend most of their time on survival every day, but can carry out more other activities.

Malga carefully sent away another batch of distinguished guests. She breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know how long this kind of life would last.

Recently, due to the increased demand for magic power from the nobles and the additional expenses required for celebrations, the nobles and the royal palace who hold the winery have repeatedly urged the manor to increase production, and even dispatched the strictest supervisors to ensure production.

At this time, a supervisor next to her drew a whip towards the winery steward. This long whip made of magic threads would not cause any damage to the bones and flesh of the whip, but the magic power penetrated the body, like a whip. The shrapnel of the strings sent pain straight to the depths of his heart.

The manager of the winery screamed in pain, but suppressed the painful roar in front of his throat. He just groaned, lowered his head and reported: "I'm sorry, sir, there is something wrong with the equipment that produces the essence of the Dark Night Well, and we have to carry out maintenance." !”

"Then you should also report it in advance. If you keep it secret, the problem can be solved?" With another whip, the steward apologized quickly and said: "Sir, there will never be a next time, I promise."

"Hmph, I hope you will do what you say. You have to understand me. The adults above don't care about this. They only want production. Do you understand?" The supervisor softened his tone, took back the whip, and took out a bottle of pink potion. , "Take me over now and take a look. I want to see who advocates concealment."

The steward quickly took the potion, not daring to apply it immediately to relieve the ongoing pain, and hurriedly took the supervisor to the imbuing equipment.

At this time, a large number of winery workers are surrounding an operating columnar building. Purple magic mist is shining around it, and the magic is gathered at the top like a blue fire. From time to time, a ball of water is thrown from the top. Fog falls in the magic pond on the side.

"What happened?" The arrival of the supervisor frightened the surrounding workers. They reluctantly moved out of the way, and then someone with clever hands and feet immediately handed over a small plate.

This plate is a container used to collect the energy dew of the Dark Night Well. If you use it to receive a sufficient amount of magic water mist, it can be used to brew magic wine.

The overseer stared at the container. In his opinion, the magic essence inside was not much different from the past. He turned his head and looked at Silverin, the person in charge of the facility.

He did not treat Silverin like a steward. As the person in charge and engineer of the facility, Silverin was not weak in strength and his status was not much lower than him, especially since the nobles urgently needed this person. Improve the facilities to get more magic dew drops.

"Is there any problem in peacetime?" asked the supervisor.

"There is something slightly wrong with the color, appearance, luster, and the nature of the magic power. Although the changes are very weak and cannot be noticed by ordinary mages, for me, I can feel something is wrong just at a glance." Silverin replied .

The overseer was very dissatisfied with this answer, especially the arrogance in Silverin's mouth, as if he was the only noble magister in the winery.

So he frowned and asked, "Then how do you plan to deal with it?"

"I hope to send the samples to the palace for personal inspection by Lord Elisande. During this period, these problematic magic essences need to be sealed until Lord..."

Upon hearing this, the supervisor immediately interrupted Silverin, "You have to know that our inventory is running low after the festival! And I need an additional 500 bottles of concentrated magic wine every day to deal with those greedy guys!"

He approached Silverin in a low voice, "Don't embarrass me, or you will know the consequences!"

The threat of the overseer was very effective. After all, Silverin was only the engineer of the facility, not the manager of the winery. He thought for a while and finally said: "I will use these magic essences to brew a batch of wine alone, and use it for daily consumption." Otherwise, you take care of it first."

Silverin paused, and then warned: "However, these must not be released to the market. If the adults find out that there is something wrong, we will not end up in a bad way."

"Well." The supervisor was still satisfied with Silverin's attitude, and then he patted Silverin on the back, "Isn't this great? If you meet my requirements, I will naturally meet yours. "

After saying that, he picked up a bottle of collected magic essence and said, "Don't worry, I will bring it to Sir Orelul and he will pass it on to the Great Mage."

Walking aside, I suddenly remembered something. By the way, what is the difference between these magic dewdrops?

The brewing worker on the side immediately took over and said: "Sir, please follow me."

Not all winery workers agreed with Silverin's caution, so they brewed a small batch of wine in advance.

"It's just that the abnormal purple magic power exceeds one percent of the limit. Silverin is always too cautious. He even thinks that Sha'dorei should reduce his intake of magic wine. Look, sir." The brewing worker raised a hand A bottle of deep purple wine, "We call this new wine the blood of the sea."

"Oh, what do you say?" The overseer became interested. The new wine will definitely arouse the curiosity and joy of the nobles. His own status and promotion space are not much more important than Silverin's worries. ?

"It tastes like a special fragrance. You can smell the smell and sound of the sea, but there is no lingering fishy smell. Instead, it has a fishy sweetness, just like..."

"Blood?" The supervisor couldn't wait to take a sip. It was indeed as the brewer said, the taste was very special, and the magic power was full of stamina.

"And the subsequent taste is long, almost more than three hours, and I can immerse myself in its feeling!" Seeing that the supervisor liked it, the brewer quickly continued: "It is a dreamlike feeling, like returning to eternity. Well, the best prosperous scene in Shal'dorei."

"Yes." The overseer had become slightly drunk. The scenery in front of him was like a blue halo full of magic. Everything was back to the time when magic was extremely rich, making him reluctant to leave.

When the drunkenness subsided slightly, he said with satisfaction: "Okay! Reward!"

My heart is full of joy. When I bring this magic wine to the master, I will definitely get more rewards and appreciation from them.

At this time, he completely ignored Silverin's warning, but he agreed with one thing, "These wines really shouldn't be on the market. Only true nobles and elves with noble blood can taste these wines." Beautiful bar!”