The World Dragon's Heir - Chapter 628: Good Wine

Chapter 628: Good Wine

As the short break started, Dominic flagged down a vendor selling meat pies, and wondered where Alexis had gotten to.

He had expected her to be back by now, as her excuse had seemed like it was intended simply to get her away from the morning duties and the opening ceremony.

However, they had been out for half a day.

There hadn’t been any word of trouble, and there likely would have been if someone attacked them while they had Mountain Trolls in their presence.

Dave would certainly call his brothers if there was a fight.

However, while Dominic was concerned, it was the first chance that Alexis had found to be away from the Manor for more than an hour or two in over a month. Letting her vent her frustrations on whatever monsters they had managed to find in the wilderness would certainly put everyone in the group in a better mood.

The meat pies were surprisingly good, some sort of monster meat with ale and mushrooms turned into a thick stew inside the pastry.

That gave Dominic a perfect excuse to try out his new spell.

[Create Wine] refilled his cup, and he took a tentative sip of the deep red liquid.

It was an interesting flavour, not one that he was immediately familiar with, perhaps a blend of fruits? But it went down smoothly, and the aftertaste was irresistible.

Amie sniffed at the cup’s contents, then frowned.

“What are you even drinking?”

“I made wine with magic. It’s pretty good.”

She laughed. “You put the spell in your spellbook, didn’t you?”

“Naturally. I don’t really carry around spell gems with me.”

“That explains a lot. I’ve never seen someone actually level up that spell so high before. Level three or four already makes an absolutely lovely brew, so there is no point in taking it any higher.

Pour me a cup, will you?”

Dominic nodded, and used the spell to fill her cup. Amie sipped at it, and her eyes opened wide in shock.

“That’s got Ambrosia Honey Mead mixed into it. Not much, but I know that taste. You’ll have to be careful with that, Ambrosia is addictive.” She warned.

“I can see why, it’s quite good. I wonder why it’s in the wine, though?”

“I have heard that the wealthiest of the wealthy have ambrosia flowers in their gardens and use it to mull wine. A sweetener that brings the magic of the flowers into the beverage, without the overwhelming side effects of imbibing it directly.

It’s considered to be an absolute luxury of a beverage, the finest of wines available.

Though, this might not be made with Ambrosia Honey. It could also be a replica of wine fermented of the Ambrosia berry. I have no idea what that should taste like. But logically, it should be similar, and that would be considered purely wine.

Magic works in interesting ways when you take it beyond the ordinary usages.” She explained.

“If that is the case, I will try to tone down the level that I cast the spell at. It wouldn’t do to drink myself insensible.”

The mage in front of them, the referee for the matches, laughed as he overheard their conversation.

“I don’t think that’s the worst part of it. You see, you could have offered it to your guests first, and then they would have to live with the knowledge that they are unlikely to ever taste it again once they return home.

Getting some sent to Cygnia City shouldn’t be difficult. However, at ten thousand gold coins a barrel, it’s unlikely that anyone else would splurge to order it for themselves.”

As one, the Kings looked up to see what the mage was talking about. Ten thousand coins a barrel and unlikely to ever be seen again sounded like exactly the sort of thing that they would love to try at least once.

Dominic saw the expression on their faces, and gestured for Amie to bring out a container.

The mage shrugged, then gestured to the referee, who sighed and cast a spell to create a two gallon wooden barrel. Dominic filled it with wine cast at level ten, just in case it really was an addictive substance when cast at maximum level, then handed it to one of the Royal Guards.

Goblets were filled, and the Royals sipped at the drink, their eyes widening in shock at the flavour.

“Oh, that is very much worth the coins.” The King of Mitfield sighed.

The Necromancer King laughed as he sipped the wine.

“The dragonkin is holding back on you. This was created at level ten. He can make a higher quality version, but he’s likely worried that the flavour means it has an addictive plant in it.

It doesn’t, it just tastes like it.”

Dominic smiled at the old Necromancer. “Oh? So you have the spell at that level as well.”

The Necromancer King shrugged. “I have had a lot of time on my hands.”

Which meant that he likely had the spell memorized, so he could cast it at the maximum level of his magic, which would be in the forties or fifties.

Now that would be some very interesting wine.

But would it even be considered wine at that point anymore? Or would the fruit that it was made of just be increasingly exotic magical plants?

You could make magical metals with transmutation magic at a high enough level, so it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities that the wine of an ultra-powerful creation spell would actually be some sort of magical potion in liquor form.

Now that was something that Dominic wouldn’t mind trying.

More meat pies were delivered, along with batches of meat skewers. The ale deliveryman looked a bit sad that his services were not yet needed, but the Kings had goblets full of wine, so he would have to return in a few minutes.

He certainly wouldn’t let them sit there with empty cups.

Not when the Royal Guards paid every time he dropped off more beverages.