On the way back to the academy, Philiya looked at me with great interest and asked curiously: "Why do you buy so many grapes? Even if you like to eat them, you don't need to buy so many, right?"
Indeed, if I eat them, these grapes will probably be enough for me to eat for a few years.
I smiled mysteriously and said, "You will know when the time comes."
After buying the grapes, I started looking for jars. Fortunately, clay is not uncommon here, so it is not difficult to find jars. I also bought hundreds of them in one go.
If it weren't for the huge capacity of my space ring, it would be really difficult to take so many things back.
Seeing us enter the academy, the people following us dispersed one by one.
The leader of the Brave Mercenary Group, Sword Saint Chewede, originally wanted to find out where I live and come to trouble me at night.
He didn't expect that I actually lived in Laiya College. He didn't have the courage to come to the college to cause trouble. He could only stare at the three of us and said to himself: Boy, you'd better stay in the college for the rest of your life. Otherwise, we will meet again and settle the score today. By then, your artifact sword and the large-capacity space ring in your hand will all be mine!
Thinking of the artifact and the space ring, the greed in his eyes could no longer be hidden. But he didn't know that if he really came to provoke me at night, I'm afraid it would be his death.
In the palace of the Os Empire, King Rokara was listening to a report from a man in black.
"What! You said that he made an artifact in the dwarf blacksmith shop? Moreover, the power even exceeded the whirlwind gun made by Master Alexi twenty years ago?" King Rokara said in surprise.
"Yes, Your Majesty! According to the description of the blacksmith, that one-handed sword is the work that Master Alexei is most satisfied with. The sword is as white as jade, and because it is inlaid with the magic core of the wind-type holy beast, it emits a faint green light. Although I don't know what special effects it has, but the clerk saw the anvil being cut in half by the sword, so just this sharpness is enough to be called a divine weapon." The man in black answered carefully.
Nodding, King Rokara said solemnly: "It seems that we really need to think about how to win him over. With a strength beyond the Sword Saint and such a divine sword, I'm afraid he has a good chance of success in slaying the dragon. Go on, what did he do later?"
The man in black said respectfully: "The three of them took their pet birds for a whole afternoon. There was nothing special. It's just that he bought thousands of kilograms of grapes and hundreds of jars. Moreover, he put all these things in his space ring."
"Oh! What did he buy those things for? What a strange person. By the way, he put those things in his space ring. It seems that his space ring is really a super large capacity. It's really strange, how could such a person suddenly appear? You continue to keep a close eye on him. Remember, it's better to fail in tracking than to do anything that may anger him." While thinking, King Rokara solemnly instructed.
Back at the academy, Philiya went to prepare dinner, and I was busy. First, I crushed the grapes into pulp, then filtered with fine yarn, and put the grape juice into a clean jar.
Because there is no catalytic enzyme as good as on Earth, I can only buy some yeast to mix in. After filling, I first seal the mouth with a film, and then tie it with palm leaves. Finally, I use clay soaked in water to seal the mouth of the jar tightly.
Alice has been helping with interest. When she sees me squeezing grape juice, she also follows me obediently; when she sees me tying the mouth of the jar, she cleverly passes me things, which saves me a lot of trouble.
Seeing that she was so well-behaved, I decided to reward her. It happened that I saw that she would eat two grapes from time to time, so I squeezed a whole cup of grape juice, handed it to her, and said, "Alice, try this!"
Alice looked at the dark purple grape juice in the cup with suspicion, and asked doubtfully, "Brother, can this thing be drunk?"
Indeed, this juice squeezed from pure grapes is a bit ugly in appearance. The dark purple turbid juice does not look like something delicious.
I smiled and said, "Don't worry, this tastes very good. I guarantee that you will want to drink it again after drinking it!"
Although she still didn't think that the ugly juice was delicious, she believed in my words. Alice had a bitter face, closed her eyes, and drank a big mouthful of it like drinking medicine.
But immediately, she opened her eyes and said in surprise, "Sour and sweet, it tastes good!" She quickly took another big mouthful.
I smiled and said, "How is it? Brother didn't lie to you! But you can't drink too much, otherwise, you will have a stomachache."
Nodding seriously, Alice said obediently, "I will only drink this one cup, and I won't drink it after I finish it."
While talking, Turk had returned to the apartment. When he saw so many grapes and me squeezing juice, he was surprised and said, "Brother Edmund, didn't you go to get the sword? Why are you squeezing grape juice here by yourself? Isn't it sold outside? Why don't you just buy it? Come on, give me a cup too." As he said that, he quickly picked up a cup and wanted to scoop from the jar.
I laughed and scolded, "Go away, go away, you want to squeeze the grape juice yourself. I am not squeezing grape juice, but making wine. I added yeast to the jar. Don't blame me if you get sick."
"Can grapes make wine?" Turk suddenly became interested and said, "Brother Edmund, when can I taste your wine?"
I smiled and said, "It's too early! It's just the beginning now. I'm just trying to brew it. If you want to drink it, you can't think about it for a few months. Hey, don't be idle, come and help."
Afterwards, the other people who came back one after another were also pulled by me to help me squeeze grape juice, and I was only responsible for mixing yeast and sealing the jar, so that the speed was much faster.
After dinner, Princess Kelly, who must come every day, also joined the ranks of squeezing grape juice.
By the end of the night, thousands of kilograms of grapes had been squeezed into juice, filling eight large jars.
After the work was finished, I smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad, it seems that you are quite skillful. I think I will buy a vineyard and build a winery in the future, and everyone will go there to help squeeze grape juice!"
Everyone laughed and scolded, and Rank asked doubtfully, "Brother Edmund, can you really make wine like this?"
I actually didn't know, but I said, "Of course, I will buy more grapes and fill more jars tomorrow. In a few months, when you drink the wine I brew, you will know the benefits of squeezing grapes!"
"No way! Still squeezing?" The three brothers of Tek screamed in unison, and even Virsa, who was always calm and almost cold, was sweating. They might be able to persist in practicing hard for several months or even years, but it is difficult for them to do such a monotonous and boring thing.
"Okay, okay! What are you worried about! Tomorrow you will go to your own classes, and we will do the winemaking." I laughed and scolded.
The next morning, when teaching Philiya and Alice swordsmanship, Rank suddenly asked, "Brother Edmund, didn't you go get the sword yesterday? How is it? It should be a divine weapon, right?"
"What? The weapon made by Brother Edmund is actually a divine weapon?" Nick said in surprise.
"What's so strange about a divine weapon? Isn't the Hanbing Sword used by Philiya a divine weapon? With Brother Edmund's strength, a sword that is not a divine weapon is really not worthy of him." Rank looked disdainful and gave me a compliment.
Tek and Virsa were also surprised. They didn't go to the dwarf blacksmith shop with me, so they naturally didn't know that I took it to forge an extremely rare ore, and I also had the magic core of the wind-type holy beast. They were just simply surprised by the appearance of the divine weapon.
Even as powerful as the Os Empire, divine weapons are very rare, and in General Qiao's mansion, there is only the whirlwind divine spear of Marshal Santes.
Now, after hearing what Rank said, I already have two artifacts around me, which really surprised them.
Although they have seen the Ice Sword many times, because Philiya's own true qi has the effect of freezing the opponent, its real effect overlaps with Philiya. This is why they have never thought that the Ice Sword is an artifact, but only thought it was a magic sword with excellent fighting spirit amplification effect.
I smiled and took out the Dragon Edge Sword wrapped in a scabbard and rolled into a ball, and said, "This is my sword."
Looking at the curled ball in my hand, several people were puzzled and said, "Brother Edmund, did you take the wrong one? This looks like a belt. How can it be your artifact sword?"
I smiled and said, "Teach you a lesson, this is called a soft sword, which can be curled into a ball at will. The swordsmanship of the soft sword is extremely dangerous, and you can't understand it now, so if you want to see my sword, wait until later!"
As I said, I put the Dragon Edge Sword into the space ring. Although they were very curious, they let it go when they saw that I didn't want to draw my sword.
For three consecutive days, I bought a lot of grapes every day, and gave up the time to go to the library to read books, and was busy squeezing the grapes into juice and putting them into jars.
And every day, there would still be many people following me, secretly monitoring my actions, and Sword Saint Chewede never left behind.
I knew he was looking for an opportunity to attack me, but I was obsessed with brewing wine and had no interest in dealing with him, so I didn't give him any chance, and he was too cautious after all, so he always returned with hatred.
In three days, I finally filled a hundred jars with a mixture of grape juice and yeast, and only waited for a few months of successful fermentation to become real wine.
I carefully moved the wine jars into the basement of the apartment and stacked them neatly, thinking to myself: Whether I can drink authentic wine depends on these jars.