The next few drinks were eye-opening for Roland.
Some are like coffee, slightly bitter but exudes a strong aroma, and some are like soup, delicious and stomach-warming; the most unique one he can't even find the corresponding taste in memory, if he has to say, he will. Only one word can be created to name it: fire dragon wine.
It's not a wine made from dragon fruit, but the imaginary dragon flame. When you enter the entrance, you first feel the scorching impact, like lava pouring into your mouth, and then your mouth is full of burnt fragrance, as if your tongue has been roasted, and finally the juicy fruit. Fragrant, mixed with a slightly drunken taste.
The longer you hold it in your mouth, the longer the finish will last. If you put it in winter, it will definitely be an addictive drink.
"Your Majesty, does it really taste so good?" Probably seeing Roland's intoxicated expression, Nightingale couldn't help showing her figure and asked, licking her lips.
"You'll know when you try," Roland handed her the cup.
Soon Nightingale let out a contented grunt, her eyes narrowed into slits.
"I've tasted it," Wendy said with empathy. "It's really hard to resist."
After drinking all the fire dragon wine, Roland hiccupped, "Is this drink still available?"
Evelyn shook her head, "I can't repeat the results of the last time... The new abilities are completely irregular."
"Can't repeat?" Roland was a little stunned. After Wendy explained the test in detail, he finally understood why the other party was troubled.
This ability can turn water, wine, or other liquids into beverages, but the specific beverage cannot be controlled, or the finished product is different every time.
Its consumption of magic power is much greater than that of transformed alcohol. It is basically enough to be used once a day, and the amount of transformation is quite limited, which is almost equal to the capacity of a wine barrel. Roland has seen the kind of round wooden barrels in the tavern. Save about a cubic meter of wine.
So far, Evelyn has used the new ability five times, and what she has obtained is five drinks with different flavors.
When he thought that he didn't know when he would be able to drink fire dragon wine again, or that he might never be able to relive it, Roland felt full of regret.
This is probably the reason for Evelyn's loss.
For witches, high-level awakening can be regarded as a new life, and there is even a chance to jump from a non-combat witch to a combat witch. Although he repeatedly emphasized that every witch's ability has extremely broad potential for discovery, Evelyn from Sleepy Island still couldn't completely reverse her mentality so quickly.
Roland knew that she had always felt that her winemaking skills were very bad. Now that she has finally evolved, the new abilities have not changed in essence, but they have changed from alcohol to more drinks. Even the results are uncontrollable, and the mood is even lower.
He didn't have a good way to do this either. It usually takes time to change the inherent concept. When a large number of auxiliary witches shine in Neverwinter, the witches' mentality will naturally change.
But to say that this ability is useless, he will definitely not think so.
The era of great voyages, which was once opened for the pursuit of spices, and the Silk Road, which flourished in the trade of porcelain and silk, all testify to the demand and desire for luxury, and these drinks are indisputably beautiful. The taste, the unique feeling, and the surprise of adding a bright color to this boring world, no matter what era it is placed in, it will arouse people's pursuit.
And it costs almost nothing!
For example, if the fire dragon wine is sold to the fjords and other kingdoms, it is not uncommon to convert it into a golden dragon of the same weight.
There will always be some wealthy merchants and nobles who have too much money to spend will pay for it.
As for the war brought about by coveting luxury goods... Others would be thankful if they were not robbed by Roland. Coming to rob Neverwinter was no different from seeking death.
Evelyn is without a doubt a moving mountain of gold.
And trade isn't the only use for drinks.
Historical experience tells him that things that are widely loved by the masses can often play a role in spreading culture and ideas.
In addition, in the arduous war years, if the soldiers fighting on the outer edge of the Desperate Mountains can drink a bag of drinks transported from Neverwinter to the front line, it will definitely boost the morale of the army.
It can enhance the cohesion and stabilize the confidence of the people in the war of divine will, no matter how much he is not too much.
"In the future, in addition to alcohol... no, it is the transformation of high-concentration alcohol, I will build a beverage storage warehouse for you," Roland said, "You can use all the remaining magic power for new abilities, I believe that every Anyone who drinks it will be fascinated by it."
"Okay, okay... Your Majesty." Although Evelyn agreed, her expression was still a little suspicious.
She didn't realize her worth.
It's just that Roland didn't say everything he thought. He knew that as long as he kept doing it, Evelyn would sooner or later see the changes brought about by her power of chaos.
"As for their names, let's call them Chaos Drinks." Roland laughed.
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After the welcome banquet in the evening, the scattered star scholar walked into His Majesty's study.
He has served three Wimbledon kings successively, and with Roland Wimbledon, he is already the fourth.
And the other party is also the monarch who puzzles him the most.
Aside from the absurd and frivolous rumors in the capital, this young ruler can always give him an unpredictable feeling that he is not arrogant, nor is he pretending to be deep, as if... the other party's thoughts have exceeded It's beyond the realm of ordinary people, leaving him at a loss.
That reply is the best proof.
The Scattered Star had never seen a king so indifferent to news of the Destroyer Star. Half of the letter is greetings, and the other half is to invite the Astrology Association to move to the West, claiming that there are better astronomical telescopes here, which can fully meet the needs of stargazing. At the end of the last letter, he casually mentioned that Neverwinter had also discovered new clues about the red moon, which needed to be discussed with the astrologers.
There was no surprise or panic, the whole letter was like a casual response of "Oh, I got it".
Having said that, even Roland Wimbledon didn't act too surprised when he first appeared on the Star Observatory and learned of the existence of the World Destruction Star.
Although it is a blessing for the people to have such a calm king, it is still a little uncomfortable to feel that his lifelong pursuit has finally been realized, but it has not been given too much attention.
The room was brightly lit, His Majesty was writing something, and the table was filled with thick documents. Dispersive Star had not seen such a scene for a long time.
"Your Majesty, good evening," he said with a slightly relieved bow, "The Astrology Association greets you."
"Ah... you're here," Roland put down his pen and gestured to him, "Sit down, I just have a lot of things I want to talk to you about."