The wine bottle shattered. The strong aroma spread around.
All the dwarves rushed forward, fighting to snatch a piece of the shattered fragments. The dwarves were like addicts trying to lick even a drop of liquor from the broken glass. The remnants on those shattered pieces were a delicacy for them.
"This is good stuff!"
"Only the Lords from other worlds have this kind of liquor!"
"We will steal it all!"
"The liquor must be obtained for safekeeping!"
The dwarves shouted in excitement. Among them all, who were entranced by the prospect of more liquor, only one dwarf was clear-headed.
"How can the city wall be so weak that it can be dug through?" The dwarf wanted to dissuade the others from barging in recklessly. But no one listened to him.
Numerous dwarves followed the spy to the city wall. "I wonder who built the city walls for this Lord. It's so easy to dig through!"
