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Chapter 201 The Shocked Desol

A short while later, an old gray dwarf followed Fingart into Richard's villa.

"Hi, Dessol, I'm here because I might need your help with something." Richard greeted Dessol with a smile and gave him a warm hug.

"Oh, Li Wei, this is the first time you've asked me for help. Even if you're asking me for my favorite thing, I have to give it to you."

"Tell me, have you taken a fancy to that housekeeper at Fana's mansion?" Dissol said, winking.

Richard was speechless for a moment.

"Oh! I know, you've got your eye on Fana herself!" Dissol exclaimed in sudden realization.

"But that's quite difficult. Fana is known as the Flower of Dwarfs. She's powerful and beautiful, and quite a few formal wizards pursue her. However, it seems you have a good impression on her, and she seems quite interested in you." As he spoke, Dissol became serious and spoke with great confidence.

"But most importantly, your height, and her build," Dessall said, giving Richard a suspicious look.

Immediately, Richard's mind conjured up Fana's exquisite face, her long, flowing, light purple hair, and most importantly, her curvaceous figure, barely 1.2 meters tall.

This immediately darkened Richard's face, and he stumbled, hurriedly shouting, "Stop! Hold on, let's get down to business."

Fingart, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He didn't know how embarrassing he would be if he let Desol keep talking.

"Desall, I want to ask you, are you familiar with brewing beer?" Richard asked with a serious expression.

"Hey, Li Wei, don't you not really like drinking? Why are you suddenly asking this? Of course I'm familiar with beer brewing. I even have a few good beer recipes myself, like rye beer and Gothos beer recipes. I've brewed some of them myself, and they have unique flavors."

Richard didn't hear a word Dessall said after that; as long as Dessall could brew beer, that was enough.

He immediately interrupted Dessol's long-winded introduction, saying:

"Desol, I've designed a new beer. How should I put it? It's absolutely unlike any beer you've ever tasted before. It'll be more refreshing, fragrant, and have a sweet aftertaste."

"Haha, Levi, my brother, although you're an alchemy master, I'm definitely better at beer than you," Dessall said dismissively.

Richard could tell what Dessol was thinking just by looking at his expression; clearly, the other man didn't quite believe him.

That's true. I'm afraid that in Dessall's mind, someone his age who doesn't like drinking clearly hasn't drunk much beer, so how could he design any good beer?

It seems that unless he shows something real, Desol will not believe what he says, and naturally, there will be no follow-up plan.

"Desol, please come with me." Richard smiled and immediately stopped explaining.

Richard believed that facts speak louder than words.

The two walked down into the underground, and Richard led Dessol to his newly built alchemy room, located on the second basement level.

Richard's newly purchased villa has a basement room used to store flour, vegetables, and other food.

The villa was originally designed with a wine cellar on the second basement level, but since Richard didn't like drinking, he converted the entire second basement level into his private alchemy room.

"Whoosh!" Dissol's nostrils twitched. "Hey! Levi, this used to be a wine cellar, right? I can smell a lot of good wine that used to be stored here."

Richard was surprised and thought to himself, "Dessol really is a drunkard; he can even distinguish the smell!" But this was good, though; he could quickly conduct an experiment later and let Dessol taste it.

Given his keen sense of smell, he could probably tell instantly.

If you can't convince someone, let the facts speak for themselves; they'll move people more than a thousand words!

"Yes, Dessol, take a look at this first." With that, Richard handed Dessol a small bottle containing yellow powder.

Looking puzzled, Dessol opened it and sniffed it, still not quite understanding why Richard was showing it to him. He said, "What's wrong? Is this some kind of pollen? It has a special fragrance."

"But most pollen has a fragrance, right? There's nothing special about it."

Richard smiled mysteriously, not answering Dessol's question, letting Dessol chatter on and on.

Richard, meanwhile, carefully operated the equipment and began the process. Due to time constraints, he used witchcraft to accelerate the fermentation and purification process, adding hops to the existing beer for secondary fermentation, filtration, and purification.

Although the taste is quite different from beer made through the normal brewing process, Richard believes that Dessall should be able to spot the difference.

A moment later, Richard picked up a glass of pale yellow liquid and handed it to Dessol, saying, "Dessol, try it, and then tell me how it feels."

Trusting Richard, Dessall took the bottle, took a small sip, and smacked his lips a few times.

The next second, his small eyes opened slightly, a glint of light flashing in them, and he immediately gulped down another big mouthful!

"Wow! This taste! This slightly bitter aftertaste!!" Desol exclaimed in shock.

This refreshing taste was the first time he had ever tasted it in a beer. Although it wasn't very obvious, Richard had just mentioned that it was because of time constraints and the fact that he had done the experiment hastily.

Richard's words still echoed in his ears. He instantly understood what Richard meant.

If this yellow powder is added to the beer brewing process, the refreshing taste and the sweet aftertaste after the slight bitterness will be more than ten times stronger!

What does this mean?!

At this moment, Desol's eyes were wide open, and he looked at Richard with the expression of someone who had seen the Titan Father!

Because he himself was an alcoholic, he instantly realized how big the business opportunities were if this new type of beer were promoted!

At that moment, Richard was at his best, smiling as he looked at the shocked Desor.

"You're going to be rich! You're going to be rich! Levi, do you know what this means?!" Dessol was so excited he was almost incoherent.

"No! Let me correct you on one point," Richard said with a smile.

Looking at the puzzled Dessol, Richard slowly said, "It wasn't me who struck it rich, it was us!"

"No, no, this is all your discovery, Levi, my brother. I can't take advantage of you for nothing." Dessol shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"Dessol, I forgot to tell you, I think I'll need your help with brewing this new type of beer with hops from now on," Richard said with a smile.

Desol was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears!

He knew perfectly well that Richard was deliberately taking him along.

"Oh, Richard! My brother! You didn't have to do this at all," Dessall said, tears welling in his eyes.

"This is something I've already planned, Dessol. Otherwise, why would I have called you here at this time of day instead of choosing someone else?" Richard winked and said.

Dessol could no longer contain himself, patted Richard's chest heavily, and then hugged Richard tightly.

"Haha, Dissol, what do you think about bringing Ms. Fana along? I heard you say last time that she's a rare wizard who's proficient in both dark and natural magic? We might need to find a reliable natural magic wizard to participate in the large-scale cultivation of this hops," Richard asked after thinking for a moment.

Disol is a wizard who is proficient in both dark and fire magic, and is not suitable for managing the large-scale cultivation of hops.

"Hops? Is this newly added plant called hops?" Dissol asked curiously, looking at the yellow powder.

"Fana is a suitable candidate when it comes to plant cultivation; she has extensive experience in this area."

"That's good. Desol, pick a time when the three of us can meet and discuss the specific division of labor. However, we might need you to make a few bottles of the finished product according to the normal brewing process first."

"Then we can talk to Fana about this. Also, after you brew it, I will take the time to standardize some of the brewing processes to ensure that the taste of the new beer is at a certain level."

After a brief discussion, the two decided on the general direction for the new type of beer.

Richard watched as Dessol hurriedly left with the small jar of hops, a smile appearing on his lips.

Since Richard's alchemy room doesn't have a dedicated brewing facility, Dessall will return to his own place and brew a few bottles of the new beer with hops added.

According to Dessall, he intends to add it to a premium beer recipe—rye beer—a point Richard largely agrees with.

It's obviously easier to make money from the rich than from the poor.

This aligns with Richard's initial plan to start with premium beer.

The normal production cycle for rye beer is two weeks, but if Dessault uses magic to speed it up, he can compress the entire process into three days, completing a series of processes such as saccharification, fermentation, filtration, and purification.

If nothing unexpected happens, three days later, Dessall should be showing up at me with a bunch of noise and some new beer.

Thinking of this scene, a smile involuntarily appeared on Richard's lips.

-

Near Tug City.

Lake Tokar.

A strong stench of blood filled the air.

The fishman camp at Lake Tokar was littered with fishman corpses, their deaths gruesome. Among the dead, many fishman children could be identified, a testament to the killer's cruel methods.

It doesn't look like a tribal conflict, because in a typical conflict, women and children wouldn't be killed off indiscriminately.

At this moment, the corpses in the camp are being dragged by a group of gray-robed men wearing black hoods towards the central square of the merman camp.

The central square, where the giant totem poles once stood, now had them uprooted and thrown aside. In the very center of the open space, a giant blood-red witch array was drawn, with complex and eerie runes flickering on and off, and a surge of powerful energy flowing through it.

These corpses were being piled up on top of a giant blood-red witch array by these people wearing black hoods.

In no time, the stacking was completed, and then an unusually tall man in black robes stepped forward and began chanting a lengthy incantation.

"Great Lord Savas, King of Azure Flames, please heed the request of your humble servant. These offerings will serve as..."

As the deep chanting began, the crimson light grew increasingly intense.

Watching from afar, Irene turned to Grace with a worried expression and said, "Grace, do you really think that cooperating with the Azure Flame Church can retrieve the Nightmare Mirror and the Black Dragon's Blood?"

"I have a bad feeling that we are heading further and further down the wrong path."

"Don't worry. Although the methods of the Azure Flame Church are too cruel, their activities are mainly within the territory of the Gray Dwarves. The Gray Dwarves have been our mortal enemies for thousands of years. The weaker the enemy's strength is, the more advantageous it is for us."

Grace comforted her, "As for the Nightmare Mirror and the Black Dragon's Blood, I don't know how confident I am in getting them back, but I trust Nicol. Since he promised me, he will definitely do his best to help me complete the mission."

After hearing this, Irene stopped talking, but the worry on her face deepened.

"It's a pity that this merman tribe should have had a prophet who had reached the level of a formal wizard, but he's not here this time. Otherwise, we wouldn't only have this one half-finished product."

Nicol walked over, fiddling with a blood-red sphere resembling amber in his hand, and said...

Clearly, it was Nicol who had just performed some kind of evil ritual.

As Nicol's tall figure approached, the pungent smell of blood that hit them instantly stopped Grace and Irene from their conversation, and they looked at each other warily.

"My dear Grace, relax, I'm preparing you for your mission right now," Nicole laughed heartily.

"Nikol, your methods in the Azure Flame Church are far too bloody and cruel. You've slaughtered all these merman children. And I don't see what you're doing has anything to do with my mission in the slightest," Grace said, frowning.

"Hehe, dear Grace, you need to be more patient."

"You might not know this, but that old grey dwarf, Dissol, has returned to Tug City. However, Shadra is nowhere to be found. Interestingly, her former human male servant was actually a rare alchemy master, and he has now joined the Grey Dwarf Brotherhood."

"So, I think there must be some problems with your Night Elf information channels. The current situation seems quite different from what you said before," Nicol said with a hint of sarcasm.

"What?!"

What Nicol had just said truly surprised both Grace and Irene. After exchanging a glance, Grace asked in a low voice:

Is this news true?

"Of course, our Azure Fire Church has long since infiltrated all walks of life in Tug City, and even in many wizarding organizations, there are many of our loyal followers."

Nicol raised his hands, looking slightly smug.

"We've already wasted several days, Nicole. When will you be ready?" Grace continued to ask.

"My dear Grace, don't worry. The Grey Dwarf Brotherhood is a force to be reckoned with, especially since they're still in Tug City and haven't come out yet. As soon as Dissol or that human alchemist leaves Tug City, we'll receive the news immediately and be able to take action."

"What if they just stay holed up in Tug City and don't come out? You know I can't wait a few months!" Grace paused, then said.

"Don't worry, it won't take several months, at most a month, for all the preparations on my side to be in place. Then, I'll give you a surprise." Nicole smiled mysteriously.

At this moment, a gray-robed attendant wearing a black hood stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and respectfully said:

"Lord Nicol, the scene has been cleaned up and there will be no trace left. Sir, shall we now set off for the next location?"

Nicol nodded and said, "Then let's go!"

"Let me think... our next stop is the Green-Scaled Lizardman tribe in the Black Mist Swamp!"

(End of this chapter)