Tavern in Another Dimension: Getting the Elf Queen Drunk at the Start

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.

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.