Chapter 1211

After all, Forging Master is not lacking in Dwarf Race.

However, the brewing master in Dwarf Race also appeared in the ancient book.

Up to now, there is no such thing.

So, things are more expensive.

The master is the same.

When the number is large, it will not appear so noble.

“One person is limited to one bottle a day.”

Qi Le knows what Fan Zan thinks, so he reminded him again with no expression on his face.

“But, Qi Store Manager, this bottle of wine is really too small.”

Fan Zan raised his hand and gestured.

This thing about fine wine, for the clansman of Dwarf Race, no matter how much, it is not enough.

Anyway, it’s either until I haven’t drunk it or I’m drunk until I get drunk.

Such a little bit of wine is not enough.

“No, the rules are the rules. If you still want to drink, come back tomorrow.”

Qi Le shook the head, I said slowly.

It’s not a good thing that you want to be full at once after drinking a good wine.

If you really want to drink it once, you may have to lie directly in the store.

So hunger marketing is better.

Just leave a thought, so that customers can continue to spend.

even more how, this is also for the sake of the customer’s body.

“Since Qi Store Manager has said so, then I will come back tomorrow.”

After hearing Qi Le’s tone, Fan Zan knew that this matter was not discussed.

So I can only compromise.

It is really painful to have fine wine in front of you but not impudent booze.

I probably know that there are only so many wines today, so Fan Zan, who has always liked to drink with big sips, has also been changed to tasting with small sips.

However, 60 milliliters is really not much.

Even if it’s just a small sip, it won’t last long.

“Master Fanzan, is this wine really that good?”

Kurd looked a little moved and couldn’t help asking aloud.

“Of course it tastes good, Kurdish, it’s not me. Qi Store Manager, this wine is definitely the best one I have ever drunk.”

“No One!”

Fan Zan’s evaluation of Maotai-flavor liquor is very high.

At this moment, Kurdish also became interested.

Then I went to the shelf and took a look at the price, ten Spirit Crystals a bottle.

Looking back at the wine bottle in Fan Zan’s hand.

“This… Master Fanzan, ten Spirit Crystals a bottle, don’t you think it’s too expensive?”

Kurd looked at the price and thought it was a bit inappropriate.

Elf Race has always had no sense of wine.

So spending ten Spirit Crystals to buy a bottle of wine with no more than two mouthfuls at most, Kurd felt it was really not worthwhile.

“Expensive? How could it be expensive!”

“For this kind of good wine, this price is the right price!”

Fan Zan immediately It expressed dissatisfaction.

The value of this sauce-flavor liquor is a question of different opinions.

For Fan Zhan, ten Spirit Crystals are considered cheap.

“Since the Fanzan master has said so, I’ll try it.”

As soon as Kurdish became interested, he didn’t bother to care about the price.

After all, the aroma of Maotai-flavor liquor is very attractive.

“If you don’t like it, you can give it to me…”

“Wait!”

After Fan Zan spoke casually next to Kurdish, suddenly Thought of an idea.

“Although everyone is limited to one bottle per day, there is no limit to one bottle per person.”

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