The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 1218: To The Pub

Once the men were all worn out from training and sparring, they migrated to the pub to test out the local beverages.

The bartender didn’t wait for them to ask questions, and poured everyone their first drink as soon as they sat down. He already had a good idea of what everyone liked, based on their orders since they had arrived.

The resort was fully booked for the wedding, and all-inclusive, so there was no good reason not to give them whatever liquors they were after, or to wait for them to order.

Some of the answers were obvious. Spiced Rum for the Wrath Demons, Ale for the Dwarves. But some were less obvious. The bartender had no idea what humans drank other than wine, but the human smelled part Dwarf, so maybe he liked Ale?

That was what the bartender went with. Even only part Dwarf, he should still appreciate Fae Dwarven Ale.

Now, the miners at the Lithium mine were not unfamiliar with strong drink. They regularly made honey mead and every spring brought a new batch of maple sap rum. But what they were unfamiliar with was a drink as refined as Dwarven Ale.

The taste, the lingering magic, the overall effect. Nothing that he had ever tasted before could compare to that first sip.

”This is absolutely wonderful. I don’t even know what it is made of, but we might have to plant some of it near the mines.” Jake sighed.

The Dwarves laughed at his reaction, then nodded in agreement. ”You would need someone with a bit more training. The Dwarven Ale is a magical brew in the most literal sense. You can’t just brew it with conventional equipment.

But with the power level of your continent coming up, you might actually be able to find a few that were willing to move in order to establish a new brewery.

The ingredients aren’t uncommon, they just need the skill to brew it perfectly.”

The Fae hosts smiled as they poured everyone’s second round of drinks.

”Yes, even here in the Fae Realm, which has entire nations of Dwarves, it is hard to find a true Brewmaster. Though, as I recall, that was once a class option for your planet.

The advantages that the System give to your people are absolutely unfair. One of my cousins went there when she failed out of school, hoping to get enough of a benefit that she could catch up to her peers.” One of the Dryads serving food agreed.

”How long ago was that?” Karl asked.

”We were kids, and the timeline between the two worlds doesn’t really match. The Fae Realm fluctuates differently. But I would guess that it’s about fifteen thousand years ago in your world?” He replied.

Jake coughed as he choked on his ale. ”You are fifteen thousand years old?”

The Dryad shook his head. ”A little over nine thousand. But as I said, the timelines don’t match up.”

”In the Fae Realm, Dryads don’t die for as long as their spirit tree survives. As long as they picked a good one, and it doesn’t suffer from the bad luck of a fatal lightning strike or other tragedy, the Spirit Trees usually live for around ten thousand years.” One of the smaller flying Fae explained.

The server nodded. ”I am in my last thousand now, most likely. My spirit tree is enormous, and has an entire city grown around it. But after so long, the magic begins to fade and change. But I can’t complain, I have had a wonderful run of it, and I have completed every task that I wished to try in my life.”

Jake hummed in confusion. ”You see, in my home, servers are a lower social status job. So, I would have expected that someone working as one during their later years would have many regrets.”

The Fae all laughed.

”None of us are here for the money. They pay us well, but that’s not why we are here. Everyone who works here was either born here at the resort, or they came here to fulfil a desire to mingle with new types of people. That’s what our Dryad friend came here for, nearly a hundred years ago.” The little Fae explained.

Karl set out a bowl of the honey infused coconut milk that had been served for the guests who didn’t drink, and Tian appeared on the table for a snack.

”Is that... A Stonefur Divine Fox? They’re not extinct?” The Fae server asked, shocked by the small white ball of fluff.

”Indeed he is. But they’re far from extinct. I have heard of at least a dozen others still living in the dragon Isles. His den was raided, and the rest of his kin were lost, but there are others left on our world.” Karl explained.

The small Fae were entranced with Tian, and continually filled the bowl with honey milk until the little fox burped, then sighed and rolled over on his side, milk drunk and sleepy.

That was their cue to get out the brushes and start grooming the fluffy little fox.

”You’re after the loose fur, aren’t you?” Karl asked as he watched the gentle grooming process.

The little Faeries nodded. ”It makes wonderful accessories, and Divine Fox fur will hold nearly any sort of Fae or Holy magic. Plus, the brushing is like a gentle massage.”

Tian nodded in agreement. The grooming was really comfortable. Plus, they had given him a cute braided Mohawk.

Karl shrugged. ”Well, no harm, no foul. It feels like Tian’s magic responds well to this place as well. I will have to see if he wants to stay outside so he can absorb Fae Realm magic and perhaps understand a bit more of the world.

He is still very young, after all.”

That comment made Thor chuckle. The others in the group had all matured at a vastly accelerated rate, but according to his studies with Tessa, the Stonefur Fox normally took a century to reach adulthood.

So, even if Tian was growing much faster than usual, it would likely take him years before he was even an adolescent. At least in body. His power was growing very well.