Chapter 63

The dwarf poet made a brilliant appearance, thinking he would receive a warm welcome from everyone present.

However, the truth was that the atmosphere in the inn was very strange. The merchants were whispering to each other, discussing Mali's unreasonable profit margin, and couldn't care about the newly arrived King of Joy.

So the dwarf poet had to raise his volume a bit and ask again, "Which kind person can tell me who is the champion of the Wealth Trial and the new Rose Merchant? I have prepared to offer my voice for him."

The priestess pointed to Mali, "Are you looking for the champion of the Wealth Trial? Well, that's him."

"Ah, they didn't tell me you are also an alchemist. No wonder you are so generous."

The King of Joy stepped forward and saluted Mali, then took off the lute behind him and cleared his throat.

"I have already received your 20 Silver Shield art sponsorship fee. Shall we start now, or wait a little longer?"

Mali looked at him, "Have we met somewhere?"

"Have we?" The dwarf poet blinked, "It's not impossible. I have been traveling around the continent, singing for kings and queens of various countries."

"No, I mean in Yingzui City."

"Uh... I came to this lovely city half a month ago, and indeed performed a few shows. It is indeed possible that we have met, and," he paused, and added, "We dwarves all look about the same, sometimes it's normal to recognize the wrong person."

"Alright."

"But when I stretch my voice, I will definitely make you remember me," the dwarf poet plucked the strings twice and added, "You will like the praise song I wrote for you. I plan to use a lot of gorgeous arias in it."

Baier-ta was furious, "You idiot, I hired you! Not him!"

The dwarf poet looked confused, "Ah, so you are the champion? Then you didn't speak just now, making me recognize the wrong person..."

"You didn't recognize the wrong person," Iouli said leisurely, "This is the champion. Or is it that someone wants to question the authority of the goddess?"

Her gaze swept over everyone in the inn. Although she still had a smile on her face, the warning in her eyes was already very obvious.

Even Baier-ta, who was stiff-necked, couldn't help but shiver when he was seen by her.

In the end, Helun bit the bullet and stood out, representing all the merchants, "We naturally won't question the goddess's choice, but everyone is indeed a bit curious about how this was done."

He turned to look at Mali again, "Of course, how to trade and make money is everyone's secret. If you don't want to say it, it doesn't matter... we will still respect the final result."

"There is nothing that cannot be said," Mali said, "I heard that the Iron Hammer Clan under Shuang Qiu Shan is celebrating their half-month Winter Festival, and the demand for fine wine has increased greatly. Since the dwarves themselves don't know how to brew wine, I inferred that they should be very welcoming to merchants selling wine now."

The merchants were in an uproar again upon hearing this, and started discussing one after another.

"Shuang Qiu Shan? Isn't that in the west of the Gongguo? It's more than a hundred leagues away from Yingzui City. How is it possible in eight days?"

"I do know about the dwarves' Winter Festival, and I also know that they are willing to spend a lot of money on wine... but the problem is that it's impossible to make it in time. I sold wine there last year, and it took more than half a month on the road, not to mention coming back. How could it be possible without a month?"

"Did he turn into a bird and fly over?"

Fast? Mali didn't feel it was very fast.

Comparing it to the map in his hand, it was just in the neighboring Shaanxi. It would take about four or five hours to drive from Zhengzhou without traffic jams.

But on the Leiwateleisi Dalu, he drove for a full four days.

This was still according to the guidance of the Rose Manual, taking the proper trade route.

It can only be said that infrastructure is indeed very important.

If he earns money, Mali also plans to invest part of it in infrastructure, especially the road from Baimu Cun to Yingzui City, which needs to be repaired well.

In this way, when his diesel runs out and he goes back to recharge or maintain, the speed can also be faster.

This answer clearly also exceeded the priestess's expectations, and she said with a strange expression, "You sold honey wine to the dwarves?"

"The fact is so. I also got this from them..." Mali pulled a dagger from his waist and gave it to Iouli.

"This is a gift from their clan leader. The caravan that sent them wine in previous years was attacked by a forest spirit last month, suffering heavy losses and losing most of the goods.

"When I arrived there, the Iron Hammer Clan was worried that their inventory would not be enough to support the Winter Festival. So they spent a large sum of money to buy my honey wine and also gave me this dagger."

"This is indeed authentic dwarven craftsmanship," the priestess placed the dagger in front of her eyes, staring at the elegant patterns on the blade.

"This dagger can also be worth one or two Gold Eagles. Your previous income was still less; you are a well-deserved winner."

Her words also completely sentenced Baier-ta and his brother to death.

Especially when the hook-nosed merchant thought that he had to pay Mali 360 Gold Eagles according to the bet, he felt like he wanted to die.

In addition, he used the Duchess's secret order to require Rose Merchants in other cities to dump honey wine to Sheng Xia Ting at any cost until it was lower than the market price.

All the losses and personnel transportation costs incurred in the middle, totaling about 300 Gold Eagles, would also be borne by him according to his previous promise.

He had run a magic potion shop in Yingzui City for so long, and until now, he only had a family fortune of 400 Gold Eagles, which also meant—he was bankrupt!

Baier-ta felt the world go black, and his body softened. If it weren't for his brother Wolwen supporting him from behind, he would have probably collapsed to the ground by now.

The dwarf poet looked left and right, "Is the champion decided? Can I start performing now?"

"Good, I also want to see the legendary voice of the King of Joy," the priestess flicked her honey-colored curly hair and showed a charming smile.

"I will give you another one for free later. Your beauty and fairness are absolutely worth writing about."

The dwarf poet praised, then plucked his lute and jumped around Mali.

Handsome and cool alchemist, he defeated the rude and unreasonable old rascal~

Winning the goddess's trial, his gold coins are shining in the hall~

Oh, shining and shining~

He crossed the wilderness, climbed over the hills, and no difficulties could slow down his steps~

He sent fine wine to the Dwarf King, and the Dwarf King gave him a precious sword and wealth~

The old rascal was so angry that he rolled on the ground, crying and wailing with nowhere to go~

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This song should have been made up on the spot, with a bit of personal emotion in it. The dwarf poet clearly didn't like being called an idiot.