Jie Luo came up slowly and put the wine on the table.

Patted the wine jar: "Boy, ten gold coins, this is the rule!"

Jiang Mo smiled slightly, took out ten gold coins from the space ring, and put them on the table.

"open!"

"Okay...!" Jie Luo accepted the gold coin and pulled the lid on the wine jar vigorously.

With a sound of "Boom!", the wine jar was directly pulled away by him like this, and the smell of wine wafted out all over the room, it was much bigger than before!

Old wine, absolutely genuine old wine.

Jie Luo picked up the jar and poured it for Jiang Mo, only to see that the wine fell down like a thread. During the whole process, only a wisp of the wine flowed out, but it never broke.

The wine is good, the level of Jie Luo's pouring wine is stronger!

"Master, are you interested in having a drink?" Jiang Mo looked at Jie Luo.

"What? Are you really willing to buy me a drink?" Although Jie Luo is the owner here, the tavern belongs to the dwarves, and he has no right to drink it secretly. Otherwise, why did he just throw his mouth to catch those few drops?

The dwarves are inherently reputable and will never steal everything from the clan. Even if Jie Luo dreams of drinking good wine all day long, he will not steal a pot!

Sitting up, Jiang Mo and Jie Luo drank happily.

Jiang Mo was taking ten gold coins, and then opened two more altars.

From noon to night, even the dwarves couldn't bear it anymore.

"Ugh! Human, you really are the most powerful guy I've ever seen!" Jie Luo couldn't help but admire Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo shook his head, trying to stay awake, and cursed in his heart: "Damn, the wine of this dwarf is too strong, right? Even the undead can feel drunk?"

Indeed, Jiang Mo meant that he drank too much.

However, Jiang Mo must be an undead, and he is still awake. This means that he is an undead. If he is really a human being, he might be lying on the ground after two cups at noon!

With a slightly drunken tone, Jiang Mo said: "Brother Jie Luo, the dwarves, you are so fucking useless!" Jiang Mo and Jie Luo have already become brothers, but at this moment, Jiang Mo Get ready to get nervous.

"What? Jiang Mo, how can you say that?" Jie Luo was a little displeased, but his words were obviously a bit vague.

Jiang Mo waved his hand: "Look at the majestic blacksmiths, what have you all become?"

"Huh?" Jie Luo looked around and patted the table: "Huh! It's not the orcs. If they didn't restrict the dwarves from selling weapons to humans, how could the dwarves have fallen to this point?"

"For so many years, the dwarves have no source of income. In the multi-ethnic forbidden area, their status is not as good as before!"

Jiang Mo laughed loudly: "Is it not as good as before? I think it's the end of the crane!"

Although Jie Luo didn't know what the meaning of the tail of the crane was, he could probably analyze it. Jiang Mo's words were definitely not good words!

Suffocated, Jie Luo drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Jiang Mo lay on the table and whispered: "Jie Luo, I can buy a batch of equipment at three times the price, how about it? Can this save the face of the dwarves?"

"What did you say?" Jie Luo looked around: "Three times?"

Jiang Mo nodded: "That's right, the current market value is three times, can you help me?"

Jie Luo shook his head: "No! This is not up to me! Although I really want to sell it to you, I know that the patriarch will not agree!"

Jiang Mo gave Jie Luo a glass of wine: "Well, take me to see your patriarch, if it's okay, I won't force it. If it's not, I can add more. If he says, it's not enough, I'll leave immediately!"

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