I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 755

Territorial disputes are treated with extreme gravity among nations, regardless of time or place.

Not just nations, but individuals, and even mere beasts, react very sensitively to their own territory.

Therefore, the moment a border dispute goes wrong, it frequently escalates into a localized war.

This tendency is especially strong among countries that are traditionally bitter rivals, as seen in quite a few nations.

The Holy Kingdom of Avalon and Mephisto were like that, and the Iris Kingdom and the Messiah Empire were no different.

However, Avalon and Mephisto had recently signed a peace treaty, and as for the Iris Kingdom and the Messiah Empire, the Empire had gained an overwhelming advantage since Ash’s appearance.

The Central Plains was closer to a civil war than a localized conflict, so there was no need to consider it.

Except for one place, where even the expression "cat and dog" was insufficient: Alfheim and Mountain.

Title) Elves and Dwarves Fighting with Clubs

(Video of Elves and Dwarves brawling with clubs at the border)

They are cracking each other’s gourds.

What are they doing?

It’s in the description. Gourd cracking.

If the "gourd" is a human head, that’s a bit scary.

That’s an annual event. They do that whenever they get a chance.

What kind of annual event cracks people’s heads lol

Well, they can’t exactly draw swords, can they?

The moment they draw swords, it’s not a localized conflict, it’s war;;

Usually, localized wars involve spears, swords, and magic, but those two nations are quite different.

Because their relationship is so terrible that the moment one side gives even a slight pretext, they will receive it back tenfold.

However, it is also awkward to wage war because both nations possess terrains that are natural fortresses.

Alfheim is lined with numerous forests centered around the World Tree, and Mountain’s capital itself is located in the mountains.

Invading would cause severe losses, and since that had actually happened many times, a clubbing match was the best alternative.

In this situation where it was awkward to act hastily, Alfheim found its political activities hindered due to Elia’s absence.

Mountain did not miss this opportunity and continued the activities they desired.

That activity was, of course, finding Lucas’s ruins—namely, the brewery.

"Looking at the records, it seems to be around here?"

"Are you sure?"

"I’m asking because I’m not sure."

For Dwarves, drinking was a realm of faith.

Not to mention, since it was a brewery said to have been used by the god they worshiped, it was no surprise they went wild.

Because of this, Mountain searched through every record imaginable to pinpoint the location even slightly.

In the process, secretly contacting the Holy Kingdom to request related records was a bonus.

Since finding traces of the gods was a monumental task for the Holy Kingdom as well, they granted Mountain’s request.

This was an agreement made even before the Heavenly God Martial Festival, and they acted quickly while the festival was underway.

As a result of all of Mountain’s intellectuals putting their heads together, they were able to determine that the brewery was located underground, not on the surface.

"The entrance might be fine, but there’s a high probability that the underground part is within Alfheim’s territory..."

"Is there a problem?"

"...Isn’t that obvious?"

Even if the entrance is on the surface, if the underground portion is in another country’s territory, it legally belongs to that country.

It was truly obvious, because if this weren’t legally established, countless loopholes would have emerged.

Mountain wasn’t unaware of this, which made it a dilemma, but they decided to act shamelessly.

"But we can’t give up on the brewery. We have no choice but to wait for His Majesty’s permission."

"His Majesty won’t give permission either. Although the Queen of Alfheim is absent, because of that, we don’t know what they might do."

"It’s always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission."

They couldn’t give up on Lucas’s Brewery. Most Dwarves thought so.

This was no different for the Dwarf King, Modin III.

Of course, considering the diplomatic consequences that might arise in the future, he left these words:

[Make it clear that the ruins exploration is purely an individual act.]

He would protect them, but if the situation became serious, he would cut them loose.

Although such words were clearly included, the exploration team took it differently.

"Oh! Does that mean we can drink the first batch of alcohol from the brewery?"

"For His Majesty to bestow such an honor upon us!"

As a race that lives and dies by alcohol, they barely cared.

If they got caught, they got caught; if they didn’t, all the better.

Thus, they searched thoroughly for the brewery entrance according to the records they had deciphered.

It was no different from the entire nation, rather than just a few, moving with determination.

Therefore, it was only natural that the eyes watching Mountain’s movements quickly sent reports.

Of course, the Dwarves didn’t care at all and bustled about to find the entrance to the brewery.

"I, I found it! I think I found the entrance!"

"What? Where? Where?"

"Look at this! It’s Lucas-nim’s symbolic crest!"

Around the time the Heavenly God Martial Festival was almost over after Grylls’s descent.

As a result of pouring in most of the nation’s resources, they were able to find the entrance to the brewery.

Just as it was said to be a brewery built in secret before, it was exquisitely hidden between the rocks.

Furthermore, since it looked like an abandoned mine on the outside, it could easily have been overlooked.Find the original chapter at novеlping.com.

"Everyone, be careful. Since it’s been abandoned for a long time, there might be dangerous monsters..."

"Woooooh! It’s Lucas-nim’s Brewery!"

"Hurry inside! There’s bound to be alcohol aged for an incredibly long time!"

As expected of a race crazy about alcohol, they threw safety out the window.

Since they had been chugging from bottles the moment they found the entrance, it was only natural that their cognitive abilities were shot.

’Is safety insensitivity really a racial trait?’

Anyway, now that they had found the entrance, all that was left was exploration.

The exploration team calmed the members down as much as possible and entered the long-abandoned entrance.

At first, it looked like an ordinary mine shaft, but the further they entered, the wider the space became.

Moreover, as the space widened, it transformed from a mine shaft into a passage made of solid steel.

"My goodness... they made a space like this underground?"

"It’s not even a base. It’s a brewery."

"Oh god..."

Although they were drunk and excited, the exploration team couldn’t help but marvel the more they looked around the interior.

Dwarves are craftsmen recognized by all races, and their average eye for detail is extremely high.

Therefore, they could feel that the brewery entrance and its surrounding environment were extraordinary.

Even a simple reinforced steel plate was more than enough to inspire them.

"How much heat do you need to generate to join them like this?"

"You can tell it was made in a hurry, but even that is beyond our reach."

"Come to think of it, didn’t they say they got a Plasma Cutter or something from the Ghost Ship? I heard it’s made digging mines easier lately?"

"His Majesty took that. He said it would only be used for national projects."

The exploration team conversed as they gradually moved further inside.

Pat! Pat!

Surprisingly, the further they entered, the ceiling lights automatically turned on.

Meaning that even though it had been abandoned for a long time, power was still flowing.

Just as the exploration team let their guard down slightly in this mystical atmosphere.

Chwareureuk!

Out of nowhere, the sound of a whip cracking pierced their ears.

Before the startled exploration team could even react to the noise.

Chwareureuk!

"Kuh-euk?!"

The body of the Dwarf at the front was tightly bound like a lasso.

Subsequently, he was slowly lifted while bound, easily subdued.

"W-What?!"

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

With one of them easily subdued, the exploration team hastily took up battle stances.

Meanwhile, they closely examined what had bound the vanguard.

It looked like a thick rope at first glance, but being Dwarves with sharp eyes, they recognized it immediately.

"T-This... is it a tongue?"

"It’s like steel? What on earth..."

What bound the vanguard was a tongue. And a steel-like tongue at that.

Not a human tongue, but an animal’s—specifically, an amphibian’s.

[Kkeuuk.]

In a situation hard to grasp, a refreshing burp echoed throughout the entire space.

Soon, in front of the exploration team where the lights hadn’t turned on yet, the presence of something moving was felt.

"Mph! Mmph!"

The Dwarf tightly bound by the amphibian tongue struggled, but it was useless.

From the exploration team’s perspective, it was awkward to free him, and they didn’t know what lay ahead.

Koong! Kung!

A touch-and-go confrontation.

From the unlit space, a heavy entity began to move.

A vibration that seemed to shake the entire space, a heavy noise.

Just as the exploration team felt this and tensed up, the owner of the tongue emerged from the darkness.

Though faded and rusted in places, it was overall blue.

However, its belly was a vivid white, creating a strange contrast.

Its massive body was overall round and chubby, supported with difficulty by two short, thick legs.

Its innocent eyes, regardless of their color, seemed to carry a hint of drunkenness.

"A f-frog?"

"Why is a frog..."

It was a frog. A giant frog, at that.

To be precise, it looked like a half-frog, half-toad hybrid.

While the exploration team was bewildered by the giant frog’s appearance, the frog shifted its gaze.

It looked toward the vanguard it had tightly bound with its blue tongue.

[...I taste alcohol.]

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Saying so, the frog immediately released the Dwarf it had bound with its tongue.

The Dwarf, unable to land properly, tumbled on the floor, but the frog was more important.

What on earth was this frog, blocking the entrance to the brewery?

Was it a monster using this brewery as its base, as they had guessed earlier?

Or....

[Hey. You guys.]

"Y-Yes?"

[Got alcohol?]

Was it the gatekeeper guarding the brewery?

The Dwarves wore puzzled expressions at the gatekeeper’s question.

Amazingly, the gatekeeper was using the language of Mountain.

After a brief moment of surprise, the representative of the exploration team spoke in a trembling voice.

"A-Alcohol, yes, we have some..."

The representative said, pulling a bottle of alcohol from his bag.

The blue frog stared intently at the bottle the Dwarf pulled out, then immediately snatched it with its tongue.

Kwajik!

After lightly crushing the bottle, the frog drank the alcohol spilling from it.

Considering its size, it wouldn’t even tickle its liver, but the frog didn’t care.

[Tastes bad. It’s the worst.]

"What...! C-cough...!"

The Dwarf was momentarily offended but held it in.

The alcohol it had just drunk was home-brewed.

From a Dwarf’s perspective, it wouldn’t be strange to fight to the death over this, but they couldn’t.

After all, the giant frog’s presence was extraordinary.

The fact that it demanded alcohol right off the bat was bound to make them wary.

[No other alcohol?]

"More importantly... who are you? Why are you guarding Lucas-nim’s Brewery?"

Somehow, he ended up being extremely polite.

But no one objected.

[Lucas? Are you people sent by the Master?]

"Master?"

"Is it really Lucas-nim’s servant...!"

"Someone like Cain?"

The exploration team became noisy. However, the representative did not lose focus.

Soon, the frog stared blankly at the Dwarves, then spoke as if uninterested.

[I don’t care if you’re sent by the Master or whatever....]

The frog said, flopping down.

Its size was so massive that it completely blocked the entrance to the brewery.

Subsequently, the giant frog burped again and said in a tipsy voice:

[Unless you bring alcohol that suits my taste, don’t even think about passing.]

If other races had heard this, they would have cursed, wondering what kind of gatekeeper that was.

But not to the Dwarves.

"It’s a t-trial! This is a trial bestowed by the god!"

Starting with the words of a priest Dwarf who passionately worshiped Lucas.

"Demanding alcohol that suits its taste... it makes perfect sense."

"Hey! Bring all the remaining alcohol! Hurry!"

"To enter the brewery, we need alcohol that satisfies the gatekeeper!"

The Dwarves presented their alcohol, believing all of this to be the will of the god.

Of course.

[Tastes bad.]

[Terrible.]

[Is this water or alcohol?]

The alcohol brought by the exploration team alone could not satisfy the gatekeeper.

The exploration team despaired for a moment, but soon united and shouted:

"Return to the homeland and report this! Hurry!"

"Any bastards who post this on the Gallery are dead meat!"

"Oh! Lucas-isiyeo! Oh!"

Mountain was turned upside down.

"Why did you make such a gatekeeper?"

[It’s basically like a door lock, you know?]

"Why did you make a door lock like that?"

[Because it’s fun.]

"...."

Grylls resolved never to reveal this fact.