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"A lot, a lot of wine!"

The bearded natives and the bearded natives stared brightly at the randomly made wine barrels.

What a rough and unrestrained way to hollow out a whole log to hold wine!

but……

"It's just untreated wood!"

The aboriginal man with a circle beard covered his chest in grief:

"In this way, the taste of the wood will affect the flavor of the wine!

"And the wine bleeds the wood... no wonder there's such a strong bouquet!"

"This guy is actually digging wood with a sword!"

The bearded aborigines were beyond shock.

"This level of work is difficult with an ax!"

Wayne is impressively holding the long sword "Longquan" wrapped around the armed color, and cut a whole tree into several sections and then hollowed it out.

As for the wood affecting the flavor of the wine...

He has no container, what can he do?

"So many barrels, where does his wine come from?"

"Hiss...look!"

Another row of wooden barrels was dug out, and Wayne snapped his fingers with a "snap".

In just an instant, wonderful liquor appeared in the wooden barrel!

"He, he can spell..."

The two natives, whose eyeballs were about to protrude, looked at Wayne completely differently.

"Is he a god!"

Sensing that the two guys were running away scrambling, Wayne glanced at the direction they were leaving and let out a low laugh.

At least among human beings, things like wine are always invincible most of the time.

Sure enough, not long after, there was movement from the direction of the aboriginal village.

After a while, a large group of natives appeared in front of Wayne.

"Very fragrant wine!"

The chubby natives stared at the wine barrel beside Wayne with bright eyes.

However, what they cared more about was the giant bird lying on the ground and sleeping to death.

"Is the bird drunk?"

"Wow... so much wine!"

"If we have enough wine, can we also deal with giant birds in the same way?"

"We don't have enough to drink ourselves!"

"..."

Wayne watched these natives making noise in silence.

Miraculously, he sensed no hostility in them at all.

Even though some guys were staring at the barrel and drooling, they had no intention of coming over to grab it.

They don't seem to have dealt with outsiders before, are they still struggling? !

"Tsk, it really is a group of kind guys..."

Wayne chuckled, glanced at the giant bird that was still sleeping soundly, and walked forward.

As soon as he moved, the natives fell silent, staring at him with pairs of small eyes.

"I'm Wayne from Burning Sea Wine Club," he opened his arms to show no hostility, "I'm a wine merchant."

"I came to this island by accident and was spotted by this giant bird...

"But it likes my wine very much, but it's not very good at drinking."

Wayne smiled and pointed at the giant bird:

"It got drunk after drinking a barrel. I don't know if you are interested in my wine?"

There was an uproar among the native crowd.

These wines can intoxicate a giant bird in one barrel!

It's just that, how many giant birds can be dealt with with just a few barrels of wine?

But the point is, two people saw him make many barrels of this wine with a snap of his fingers!

"Are you... a businessman?"

After a while, a guy who looked a little shrewd finally asked:

"So, you didn't come to invade our island?"

Natives are not as dumb as they seem.

Wayne can make wood into this shape with a mere long sword, which shows that it has strength.

"Invasion? No no no.

"

Wayne shook his head again and again:

"I just happened to pass by, um...but I can't go back for the time being, so I want to find a place to live and make friends."

Although their way of life looks primitive, it has a high degree of technological civilization.

"We need the wine against the giant bird, and you'd be our friend if you could help us—

"It's certainly not a problem to stay here!"

Natives are direct.

Of course it is good to make friends, but since we are friends, of course we have to help each other, right?

"No problem, my specialty is wine making, as much good wine as you want."

Wayne waved his hand with a smile, and a cloud of alcohol rose around the aborigine.

"Smells good!"

The aborigines were dumbfounded, breathing in the mellow mist greedily:

"So happy!"

"Then you can transport the wine away, and besides, can you tell me the story of this island?"

"No problem at all!"

The natives cheered.

The aborigines did not take away the big drunk bird.

Because it is the "prey" of Wayne, the natives will not fight for it.

"Have you ever caught a giant bird and eaten it?"

Wayne was very curious, what kind of fairy war was fought between the aborigines and the giant bird.

There is no hatred at all, and they can quickly reconcile later.

"No."

The natives shook their heads in unison:

"Not only have I never caught it, but I have never eaten it, so I always want to eat it!"

At most, they have caught fledglings that accidentally fell from a tree and could not fly.

However, with their tradition of singing and dancing to celebrate before eating, the giant birds can react no matter how slow they are.

Giant birds are the most sensitive to chicks. If they attack in groups, even if the natives are armed with bazookas, they will be beaten to the point of crying.

Therefore, they have maintained this exaggerated tradition without changing it, and they have never eaten a giant bird until now.

"Well, then don't make an exception."

Wayne called the shots and let the giant bird go.

Aboriginal people naturally do not have to eat it.

Noisily along the way, Wayne was invited back to the village as a "friend" by the aborigines.

After casting what they called a "magic spell" and filling almost any container they could find with spirits, the natives boiled over.

"Have a banquet!"

The indigenous village head, a middle-aged fat man with a beard excitedly poured a bowl of wine:

"Friend! Everyone admires you, you can stay here as long as you want!"

"Oh, but I always have to go—do you have a boat here?"

Although Wayne was not in a hurry, he did have to leave.

During his absence, the others were not worried, but they didn't know what kind of fuss Kidd would make.

If Xiong wanted to check something, William and Karl didn't know if they could hide.

After all, things like "wine" should be very sensitive to bears now.

"Boat, we don't have a boat."

The clansmen cheered and went to prepare the banquet. The bearded patriarch wiped his mouth and finished another bowl of wine.

"Good wine! Wayne, what kind of wine is this?"

"Uh, rum."

Wayne also smiled and took a sip of his wine.

His smile looked so kind to the patriarch, almost like his long-lost siblings.

"There are other wines, but it's best not to mix them... try again tomorrow."

Infernal · Rum, special effect: "Intimate".

Even if they are strangers, they will be as close as brothers and sisters when they drink this wine together.

Self effect: distinguish hostility.

"good!"

The patriarch patted Wayne on the shoulder excitedly:

"Wayne! You have been a great help to us!

"We need plants and other resources growing on giant trees to make 'powerful potions', but have been blocked by giant birds.

"Now with your wine, we can get supplies without harming them!"

Make it sound like you can successfully harm them.

Wayne complained secretly, but still worried.

"There is no boat, don't you all leave the island?"

"We are small in number and this island allows us to be self-sufficient."

The patriarch laughed loudly and patted himself on the chest:

"But although we don't have a boat, we have the technology to build one—we can build one if you need it!"

"!"

Wayne grinned, it seems that the aborigines here are not good at medicine.

But speaking of pharmaceuticals...

"'Power Potion'?

"Patriarch, I have always been a poor drinker."

He took out the jug and handed it to the curious patriarch, and smiled wryly:

"It's a hangover potion I got from a friend and it works well, but it still doesn't work.

"I wonder if your 'powerful potion' can solve this problem?"

Nine Snake's hangover medicine can only keep Wayne from losing control of his body when he is drunk.

But if he can't hangover, that is, quickly metabolize the alcohol, Wayne's ability to activate will still be limited.

Wayne tried, but it didn't even work to return life.

After all, alcohol is not food and cannot provide strength for the body.

"This, it seems to be recorded in the literature..."

The village head uncle scratched his bearded man, thought for a while, and shook his head helplessly:

"However, wine in the village is hard to come by. No one has used anti-alcohol medicine for many years, and now there is no one who can make it."

"However, if it is the person who made your hangover medicine, maybe he will be able to re-master the manufacturing technology of the hangover medicine soon."