Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

"By the way, how did you get together with that drunkard?" Wayne, who was teasing the Poro, suddenly thought of something and looked at Braum.

"Gragas? I met him by chance on the way to Frost City."

Braum briefly explained what happened, "He saved a few children from the mammoth. Actually, Gragas is a good person, but he likes to drink too much. He is not good at drinking. He likes to cause trouble and fight when he drinks too much."

"Originally, we were going to attend the founding ceremony, but he drank too much last night. It was noon when he got up, so he was still a step late."

Speaking of this, Braum was also very depressed.

This is the first founding of a country in ten thousand years, and he didn't catch up. When he came, it had already entered the final carnival stage.

Now that he thinks about it, Braum, who is so good-tempered, wants to beat up the barrel.

It's a pity that the fat guy looks fat, but his body is full of muscles. He won't feel anything when he hits him with a punch. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called Gragas all morning and nothing happened.

But even though he was cheated badly, Braum still pleaded for Gragas.

"Mr. Lawrence, Gragas has this personality. He can't care about anything after drinking. Apart from this, he is actually a very good person and often helps the weak. Please forgive him this time. I will definitely be responsible for the compensation of the tavern and the wounded."

Braum also knew that the most effective person in the entire Freljord now is not Ashe, but the man in front of him.

"You are just too kind." Wayne shook his head gently, "Bring him to see me tomorrow, and there will be no fine. Who asked you to help me find so many cute little ones?"

Braum was overjoyed.

The next day, when the time came, Wayne's spell was automatically lifted, and Braum took the sober Gragas to a side hall of the palace.

As a result, Gragas spoke, and the first sentence made him stay in Bengbu.

"Mr. Lawrence, would you like a drink?"

"Gragas!"

"Oh, Braum, happy hours can't be wasted." Gragas patted his big belly, and said that he was about to open the barrel and drink with Wayne.

"I don't like your wine." Wayne said with disdain.

"What?!" Gragas was immediately angry, his voice thunderous: "My wine is made by traveling all over the Rune Continent and collecting countless precious materials!"

"There is no better wine in the whole world than mine!"

"Really?" Wayne smiled lightly and waved his hand.

Soon, there was a sound of breaking air, and dozens of bottles flew in from the open door, and then opened the bottle caps automatically.

Several different wine aromas emanated at the same time, and Gragas' eyes immediately widened, tears involuntarily falling from the corners of his mouth.

"These wines... these wines..."

He picked up the bottle closest to him and poured it into his mouth, gulping it down in three or two gulps, and then shouted.

"Great!"

After finishing a bottle, he actually felt dizzy.

This is incredible.

Gragas has always been looking for a drink that can make him drunk. Drinking a barrel of ordinary malt liquor can't make him drunk, but a bottle that is just a little bigger than his palm can make him tipsy.

This is definitely the strongest drink he has ever drunk.

He immediately rushed to another bottle of wine.

A beam of light hit him and fixed him in place.

"Gragas, you can drink these drinks, but you must finish talking to me about business."

"Drinking is business!" Gragas was impatient, "Wait until I'm drunk before talking!"

Wayne waved his hand, and all the wine disappeared.

"You!" Gragas was about to get angry, but when he saw the boy's half-smile, his eyes immediately became clear again.

No, I can't win this fight.

Not only can I not win, but a look from him can make me unable to move, and I can't enjoy the fun of fighting at all.

I can only force myself to calm down.

"Say what you want to say quickly, but you must promise to give me all the wine just now."

"If the deal is successful, I will give you the wine as a gift."

Wayne snapped his fingers and sent the barrel to a seat.

Seeing that the chair that could accommodate three of him was filled to the brim, Wayne's mouth twitched, ignoring this funny scene and talking about business.

"Gragas, what I want you to do is very simple, and it is also what you like to do." (To read the violent novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"I hope you can help Freljord brew wine and study more recipes."

"That's it?" Gragas was confused, he felt that Wayne was playing a trick on him.

"You can take out so many good wines, but I don't have your ability, Lawrence, are you kidding me?"

"Of course not." Wayne played with his fingers, "I brewed all these wines for you carefully, and the materials used are very precious. They don't exist in this world, so they can't be mass-produced."

"I need you to study good wine that can be mass-produced."

He doesn't know how to brew wine, these are all fakes with the wine spell cast on them.

But a false god casts a spell, and fake wine must become real wine. Even 793 people like Gragas who soak in wine every day can't tell that this is the effect of magic.

"I understand." The barrel suddenly realized, "You want me to help you brew wine that can make money."

"Quite smart, you got to the point at once." Wayne was a little surprised. This barrel didn't seem as stupid as he acted, and he still had a brain.

Gragas said in embarrassment, "The materials used in my wine are also very precious, the ruins of Shurima, the True Ice of the Snowfield, the Soul Stone of Bilgewater... these are all good things."

Wayne smiled and said, "I believe you have the ability to research good wine with ordinary materials. It doesn't matter if it's worse than what you drink, it's better than what's on the market."It's OK if you are strong enough."

"Then you can make it yourself, right?" After seeing the wine just now, Gragas already regarded Wayne as a winemaking master.

"Have you ever seen a monarch who helps civilians make money?" Wayne said lightly.

"Is that so..." Gragas thought about it and it made sense.

He has traveled to many places, and the nobles are only drunk and dreaming, doing nothing, how can they help their subordinates make money.[]

People like Wayne who can consider the grassroots are considered good.

"Okay, I agree." Gragas agreed generously, "As long as you give me those wines, I will give you all my recipes and what I will research in the future!" .