“A lot, a lot of wine!”

The circle-bearded natives and the bearded natives stared at the casually made wine barrels with bright eyes.

Hollowing out a whole log to hold wine, what a rough and bold approach!

but……

"This is just untreated wood!"

The ring-bearded native covered his chest with grief:

“If you store wine like this, the smell of wood will affect the flavor of the wine!

"And the wine will seep out of the wood... no wonder there is such a strong aroma of wine!"

"This guy is digging wood with his sword!"

The bearded natives were extremely shocked.

"This level of work would be difficult even with an axe!"

Wayne was holding a long sword "Longquan" wrapped in an armed color. He chopped an entire big tree into several sections and then hollowed it out.

As for wood affecting the flavor of wine…

He doesn’t have a container, so what can he do?

"With so many barrels, where does his wine come from?"

"Hiss... look!"

After digging out another row of barrels, Wayne snapped his fingers.

In just an instant, wonderful wine appeared in the barrel!

"He, he knows magic..."

The eyes of the two natives who were about to bulge looked at Wayne completely differently.

"Is he a god?"

Sensing that the two guys were running away, Wayne glanced at the direction they left and chuckled.

At least among humans, alcohol is always unfavorable most of the time.

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

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

"Very fragrant wine!"

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

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

"Is that bird drunk?"

"Wow...that's a lot of wine to drink!"

"If we have enough wine, can we deal with the giant bird like this?"

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

"..."

Wayne watched speechlessly as these natives were minding their own business.

Miraculously, he sensed no hostility in them at all.

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

It seems like... they have never interacted with outsiders, are they still struggling? !

"Tsk, they are indeed a group of kind-hearted guys..."

Wayne chuckled, glanced at the sleeping giant bird, and walked forward.

As soon as he moved, the indigenous people fell silent and stared at him with pairs of small eyes.

"I am Wayne from the Burning Sea Wine Club," he spread his arms to show no hostility, "I am a wine merchant."

"I came to this island accidentally and was stared at by this giant bird...

"But it likes my wine very much, but it's not a good drinker."

Wayne smiled and pointed at the giant bird:

"It got drunk after drinking a bucket. I wonder if you are interested in my wine?"

There was a commotion among the natives.

One barrel of these wines can actually make a giant bird drunk!

That's all. How many giant birds can be dealt with with just a few barrels of wine?

But the key point is that two people saw him create many barrels of this wine with just a snap of his fingers!

"Are you... a businessman?"

After a long while, a guy who looked a little smarter finally asked:

"So, you're not here to invade our island?"

Aboriginal people are not as stupid as they seem.

Wayne can make wood look like this with just a long sword, which shows that he has strength.

"Invasion? No, no, no."

Wayne shook his head repeatedly:

"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 stay and make friends."

Although their way of life seems primitive, they are highly technologically advanced.

"We need that wine to deal with the giant bird. If you can help us, you are our friend——

“Of course it’s not a problem to live there!”

Native people are direct.

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

"No problem. My specialty is making wine. I can have as much good wine as I want."

Wayne waved his hand with a smile, and a mist of wine rose around the native.

"It smells so good!"

The indigenous people were stunned and breathed in the mellow mist greedily:

"So happy!"

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

"No problem at all!"

The natives cheered.

The natives did not take away the drunken bird.

Because it is Wayne's "prey", the indigenous people will not fight for it.

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

Wayne was very curious about what kind of magical war the two sides fought under the feud between the natives and the giant bird.

There was actually no hatred at all, and they could quickly reconcile later.

"No."

The indigenous people shook their heads together:

“Not only have I never caught it, but I’ve also never eaten it, so I always want to eat it!”

At most, they have caught fledglings that accidentally fell from the trees and were unable to fly.

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

Giant birds are the most sensitive to young birds. If they attack in groups, even if the indigenous people are armed with rocket launchers, they will be beaten until they cry for father and mother.

Therefore, they persisted in maintaining this exaggerated tradition despite repeated admonitions, and so far they have not eaten a giant bird.

"Okay, then don't make any exceptions."

Wayne made the decision and let the giant bird go.

Naturally, the indigenous people did not have to eat it.

Along the way, Wayne was invited back to the village by the indigenous people as a "friend".

After casting what the natives regarded as a "magical spell" and filling almost every container they could find with the spirit, the natives were boiling.

"Have a banquet!"

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

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

"Gee, but I have to go anyway—do you have a boat here?"

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

During his absence, others were not worried, but they didn't know what kind of commotion Kidd would get into.

If the bear wants to find out something, William and Carl don't know if they can hide away.

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

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

The clansmen cheered and went to prepare for the banquet. The bearded clan leader wiped his mouth and drank another bowl of wine.

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

"Uh, rum."

Wayne also smiled and took a sip of wine.

His smile looked so friendly to the patriarch, almost like his long-lost brother.

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

Infinite Rum, special effect: "Intimate".

Even strangers, drinking this wine together will feel like brothers and sisters, and treat each other with sincerity and sincerity.

Self effect: Distinguish hostility.

"it is good!"

The patriarch excitedly slapped Wayne on the shoulder:

"Wayne! You helped us a lot!

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

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

It sounds like you can successfully hurt them.

Wayne complained secretly, but still became worried.

"There's no boat. Don't you guys want to leave the island?"

"There are not many of us, and this island allows us to be self-sufficient."

The patriarch laughed loudly and patted his chest:

"But even though we don't have a ship, we do have the technology to build a ship - if you need it, we can build one!"

"!"

Wayne grinned. It seemed that the indigenous people here did not only know how to make medicine.

But when it comes to pharmaceuticals…

"'Powerful Potion'?

"Clan leader, my ability to drink has always been bad."

He took out the wine bottle and handed it to the curious clan leader, and smiled bitterly:

"This is a hangover medicine I got from a friend. It works well, but it still doesn't cure hangover.

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

Hydra's hangover medicine only prevents Wayne from being unable to control his body when drunk.

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

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

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

"This seems to be recorded in the documents..."

The village chief uncle scratched his beard, thought about it, and shook his head helplessly:

"However, wine is hard to come by in the village. No one has used hangover medicine for many years. Now there is no one who can make it."

"However, if it is the person who made your hangover potion, he may soon be able to master the technology of making hangover pills again."

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