Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 173 The Honest Half-Beast

Thorin finished speaking with disdain and took a smooth-polished horn cup from his waist.

The horn cup, as big as a large bowl, slammed onto the table with a loud thud.

"This stuff isn't even enough for me to rinse my mouth!"

"This is so satisfying!"

Lin Mo smiled upon seeing this, not annoyed at all.

"This is our Great Xia's baijiu. It's strong, so you have to use a small cup to taste it."

He made a "please" gesture.

"If you don't believe me, smell it first."

Thorin looked suspicious, but still picked up his wine glass and brought it to his large, bulbous nose to smell it.

In an instant, a domineering and pure aroma of wine, unlike anything he had ever experienced before, shot straight to the top of his head.

This tastes a hundred times better than the strongest dwarf wine!

His eyes lit up, and he tilted his head back to drink the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

The next second, Thorin's weathered old face suddenly turned a deep liver color, and he clutched his throat and coughed violently, as if he had swallowed a red-hot iron.

However, Thorin coughed a few times, then suddenly stopped.

He stood there, stunned, smacked his lips, and his eyes widened.

A burning sensation ran from my throat all the way to my stomach, followed by a warm current that swept over my entire body, erasing all the fatigue of the journey.

Finally, a rich, mellow grain aroma, mixed with a unique sweetness, lingered in his mouth.

"Good...good wine!"

Thorin slammed his hand on the table, making a deafening noise.

His eyes lit up, he grabbed the wine bottle from the table, poured wine into his horn-shaped glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"ha--!"

He let out a sigh of utter satisfaction, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

"Awesome! God of craftsmanship! This is fucking real wine!"

He held the wine bottle, examining it closely, his flushed cheeks radiating fervor.

"Compared to this, the elven horse urine and the human sweet water are practically livestock feed!"

Elder Muyu: "..."

Archbishop Kyle: "..."

Thorin was completely intoxicated at this moment. He hugged the bottle with the three square characters "Erguotou" printed on it as if he were hugging a long-lost brother.

"Lord Lin Mo! What's the name of this wine?!"

"Erguotou, if you like it, drink as much as you want, there's plenty!" Lin Mo said with a smile.

"Oh! You're such a generous friend!" Thorin's gaze towards Lin Mo instantly became incredibly warm.

A minor incident completely enlivened the atmosphere of the banquet.

Nearby, the orc leader Grom was tearing off a sizzling, oily roasted lamb leg with both hands, stuffing it into his mouth with gusto, his face glowing with satisfaction.

He swallowed a large piece of meat and spoke in a muffled voice:

"Lord Lin Mo! The food of your Great Xia is so delicious!"

He pointed to the roasted lamb leg that he had already gnawed halfway through.

"We orcs also know how to grill meat, but compared to yours, it's practically charcoal!"

"Your meat has a... unique aroma that I can't quite describe!"

"How did you do that?"

"Oh, you mean that?" Lin Mo smiled.

He waved to a soldier and gave him a few instructions.

Soon, the soldier brought over a small glass bottle containing a brownish-yellow powder.

"It's this." Lin Mo handed the bottle to Grom.

"It's called 'cumin,' and it's a kind of seasoning."

"Sprinkle some on the meat while grilling, and it will produce the aroma you described."

"Seasoning?" Grom took the bottle, his huge hand making the bottle look particularly small.

He saw that Thorin had smelled the bottle before drinking, so he did the same, uncorking the bottle and carefully bringing it to his nose to smell it.

A strange and domineering fragrance wafted over.

A hint of curiosity flashed in Grom's eyes.

He tilted his head back, brought the bottle to his mouth, poured some in, and chewed a few times.

Lin Mo: "..."

Zhao Gang: "..."

The two exchanged a glance, both somewhat taken aback.

Chewing on the seasoning directly?

This orc leader's brain is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

At that moment, Grom's eyes widened, as if his soul had been elevated in an instant!

"That's right! That's the taste!"

This domineering, mouthwatering aroma is exactly the same as the smell of the grilled meat on the table!

Grom carefully capped the bottle and carefully tucked the cumin bottle into his pocket like a precious treasure.

But after putting it in, I felt it was impolite and hesitated to take it out.

Lin Mo found it amusing and casually remarked:

"If Chief Grom likes it, I'll send you a few more bottles later."

"Really?" Grom was overjoyed, and the embarrassment on his face vanished.

For the rest of the time, Grom ate heartily while keeping a close eye on Lin Mo's movements out of the corner of his eye.

Finally, he saw Lin Mo and Zhao Gang exchange a few words, and subconsciously turned around to look at the soldiers behind him.

Grom's eyes lit up.

Even as the luncheon drew to a close and everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Lin Mo still hadn't mentioned the cumin he was going to give as a gift.

Grom finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward and stopped Lin Mo.

"Lord Lin Mo!"

Lin Mo was taken aback:

"Chief Grom, what's wrong?"

Grom pointed at Lin Mo, then at the person in his arms, his expression so honest it was almost endearing.

"You...you just turned around."

Lin Mo: ? ? ?

It took him two seconds to realize what the other person meant.

I'll send you a few more bottles later...

This guy was actually waiting for himself to "turn around" in a physical sense!

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Gang couldn't help but chuckle, his shoulders twitching as he tried to suppress it.

This orc is so clueless!

"Go!" Lin Mo laughed until tears almost streamed down his face, shouting to the soldiers beside him.

"Pack Chief Grom with a case of each of our cumin, chili powder, five-spice powder, and chili peppers!"

He likes straightforward guys like that.

"A whole box?!" Grom's eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing this, his immense joy almost making him want to neigh on the spot.

Amidst the joyful atmosphere, Lin Mo's laughter gradually subsided.

Seeing that the time was right, Lin Mo wiped his mouth with a napkin and turned to Elder Mu Yu and Kyle.

"By the way, Elder Muyu, Archbishop Kyle, regarding the reopening of the teleportation portal, when will it begin, to open the path home for our warriors?"

The lively dining table quieted down.

Elder Muyu glanced at Kyle, a perfectly measured hint of doubt on his face.

"Lord Lin Mo, the portion of the fee for opening the portal from our elven race arrived this morning and has been handed over to Archbishop Kyle."

Kyle froze.

He could only nod, forcing himself to do so.

"Yes, Your Highness... it can be activated at any time."

"That's great!" Lin Mo's smile was incredibly bright.

"Shall we begin after dinner?"

What else could Kyle say? He could only squeeze out two words through gritted teeth.

"……Can."