mousepad-d2 Chapter 23 Dionysus, this is a friend's fee
Chapter 23 Dionysus, this is a friend's fee
"Dude, when did you learn fire juggling?" someone asked in surprise.
"What firework tricks? This is a blessing from the god of wine!" The blue-haired pirate glared at his companion.
Although the 200 gold coins I saved up over a month only bought me a cup of wine, it was worth it.
Not only does it taste great, but most importantly, it dispelled the evil curse that had tormented him for years!
He was in severe joint pain just now and had to hold onto the wall to walk.
After downing a glass of wine, guess what?
Hey, suddenly everything is fine, and I even feel warm all over.
Who would believe it if I told them?
"Dionysus?" Seeing the blue-haired man's serious expression, his companion couldn't help but wonder, "Is this wine really that potent?"
After just one drink, he went from calling himself the Wraith Barrel to the God of Wine?
This made him want to be friends with Dionysus!
However, he wasn't the only one who wanted to make friends.
Seeing that the blue-haired pirate was refreshed and showed no unusual reaction after drinking, Toby rushed forward and took the best spot.
He's very clever; the matter of lifting the curse can't wait!
When making friends for the first time, the God of Wine was in a good mood and charged less in friendship fees.
The second one goes up; the god of wine should be in a good mood too. Give him a generous friend's fee, and you'll surely get something in return.
Third or fourth might be okay, but if it's tenth or twentieth...
What should I do if the boss, Mr. Wine Barrel, is fed up and doesn't want to make friends anymore?
He's still young and has many days ahead of him to enjoy life; he doesn't want to be forced to meet his grandmother so soon!
"My Lord Dionysus, I'd better not go see my great-grandmother, and I don't want to learn to swim either."
Toby muttered to himself as he inserted the coin.
He hadn't been a pirate for long, and although he wasn't a good person, he hadn't completely picked up the bad habits of the other veteran pirates.
So their savings are quite substantial.
"Hey Toby, you didn't even go back to a prostitute last time, did you? You're really good at holding back?"
"I think she wants to save some money to find someone high-class. She's young and ambitious, different from us. She wouldn't be interested in those ugly ducklings at the docks!"
Toby ignored the teasing around him and focused intently on tossing in the coins, one by one.
Asset Index +400.
The young man who placed the second order was quite wealthy, and he wished he didn't want to swim...
Believe it or not, Fang Qi actually has a suitable one.
Ignoring additives and labor costs, the cost of shipping each batch of medicinal wine, regardless of the quantity, is 50 points.
The other party offered 400 gold coins, and this was their second order, so let's give them three servings of medicinal wine!
Fang Qi extended the wooden tap that came with the wine barrel.
Toby's face lit up with joy, and he immediately understood, quickly catching it with a large bowl.
The metallic-looking "wheat wine" fell into the bowl.
The pirates watching were all stunned. What was this thing?
They had been robbing at sea for many years and frequented no fewer than a dozen ports, but they had never seen this kind of medicinal wine that was black with a reddish tinge and looked like rust.
Is this stuff really drinkable?
Could it be that something angered the miserly spirit, causing it to curse the wine?
The pirates all looked at Toby with strange expressions, wondering how this guy would handle the situation.
Toby took a sniff, and the strong smell of rust filled his nostrils.
It seems like drinking it won't end well.
But... if I don't drink, will Dionysus think I look down on him and don't want to make friends?
Forget it, I'm going to die anyway, might as well take a gamble!
He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and brought the bowl to his mouth.
thump.
There was a sound of a wooden board popping out.
Has Dionysus given a signal? Toby quickly put down his bowl as if relieved, opened his eyes and stared at the wooden board.
Hmm... as expected, I still don't know him.
"They say this liquor is called 'Iron Lung,' and it allows you to stay underwater for half an hour without needing to breathe." A voice came from behind:
"You just said you didn't want to learn to swim, now that's perfect, you don't have to learn anymore."
That's right, with this, we can go into the water to retrieve treasures in the future!
Toby had long admired those skilled pirates in the water, and now he finally had the chance to go down and fish for them himself.
wrong!
That voice sounds familiar.
After having this thought, a sense of oppression came from behind, and the surroundings became quiet without anyone noticing.
He stiffly turned his head.
A pair of familiar small boots came into view, and above that, a distinctively rounded figure...
Who else could it be but Captain Morning?
"Captain, let me explain... I... I'm just a little thirsty!"
Toby trembled all over, feeling that if he didn't answer a single question well, he would be hanging on the mast for days and lose half his life.
Mo Ning was surprisingly easy to talk to.
"Look how excited you are," he said, gesturing for Toby to squat down, patting him on the shoulder, and laughing.
"It's not like you're on guard duty today. You're just buying some drinks to have some fun, why are you telling me this?"
"Yes, yes, we're all here to buy wine." Everyone nodded in agreement.
Everyone knows who they are; none of those standing here are innocent.
If we don't get this over with quickly, and Toby gets hooked up to the mast, none of them will be able to escape!
Iver reacted quickly, shoving Toby aside and tossing in ten gold coins to start collecting drinks.
The prices at the port are basically the same, and he figured the Ghost Lord's prices should be about the same.
The wine was produced, but very slowly.
"Only half a cup?" Iver gritted his teeth and put in ten more gold coins, finally filling the cup.
He smiled obsequiously, squatted down, and presented the item to Mo Ning: "Captain Mo Ning, your brothers toast you!"
"Hmm." Mo Ning took the glass and, without any hesitation, gulped down half of it.
It tastes good, very authentic, exactly the same as the one in Wheat Wine Alley.
He burped and waved his hand: "If you want to buy alcohol, hurry up and buy it. What are you standing there for? We're going to Fishman Island tomorrow afternoon, and we won't be drinking this kind of alcohol."
Fishman Island... The pirates' mouths twitched when they heard that.
Yes, there is wine there too, and it's wine brewed by the fish-men.
The problem is that those fish-men have really peculiar tastes, and the "fine wine" they brew is even more indescribable.
It's either so smelly that you'd throw up your food from the day before yesterday after just one sip.
It's either incredibly salty, or a single sip of liquor can be mixed with half a bucket of water.
Drink with whoever wants, anyway, the pirates can't drink a drop!
"Yes, buy wine, buy wine!" The captain didn't say anything, so naturally they wouldn't report themselves for committing a crime.
Under Morning's imposing gaze, they obediently lined up, one after another stepping forward to insert coins.
Their expressions, however, were all different.
Some were impatient, some gritted their teeth, some sighed, and some were reluctant to part...
But what they had in common was that they had given away most of their savings.
Fang Qi, meanwhile, was just lying there collecting money, his asset index skyrocketing.
Asset Index +50.
This passerby is a bit poor, so I'll just offer him two and a half glasses of wheat beer to get rid of him.
Asset Index +300.
The friend fee was quite generous; they gave me a "Iron Lung" and a "Radiant Malt" meal.
Asset Index +15.
Who is this? Fang Qi didn't want to be friends with a penniless pirate, so he didn't offer a single drink.
The man was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and simply threw in his family's heirloom amulet.
Asset Index +100.
"It's just a C-rank gadget? Okay, so you're a friend of Dionysus now."