I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 791

Gareth, a Dwarf who had lived a normal life without anything special happening.

Like any other Dwarf, he loved alcohol and lived a life like a free spirit.

A man who drank alcohol day in and day out without any particular desire or worry about the future.

He didn’t worry about money either, making a living by selling various things with his dwarven craftsmanship.

Especially since, if nothing else, he had a knack for crafting pickaxes, which were an essential item for Dwarves and consumed at an extreme rate.

Through this, Gareth lived day by day drinking alcohol without worrying about money or the future.

In the very beginning, his life gradually changed after he lent toilet paper to Grylls, who had a stomachache.

It started with receiving a Mature Mandrake from Grylls in the beginning.

Far from selling the Mature Mandrake, Gareth used it very shrewdly by steeping it into medicinal liquor.

Although Grylls and others were astonished.

This trend did not change even as time passed. Whenever he received something rare from Grylls, he would steep it into medicinal liquor or brew it himself.

Although he was living a life that was not much different from before in terms of what he actually did, ironically, the world would not leave him alone.

Even though he was clearly just staying still, the things Grylls did became a butterfly effect and affected him as well.

Starting with the time he was almost conscripted when the relationship between Alvenheim and Mountain deteriorated extremely, only for Grylls to barely cover for him.

Even after that, all kinds of situations erupted, and he supported them with various items like pouring water into a bottomless vessel.

It was no exaggeration; Gareth was just staying still, but rare items poured in as if he were being "sponsored."

"Kiyah. Your alcohol tastes delicious no matter when I drink it."

"Surely that giant frog-nim will be satisfied too."

Of course, the funny thing was that he poured all those sponsored items into brewing.

Thanks to that influence, it was a bonus that his brewing skills improved day by day.

Furthermore, while he used to suffer from hangovers in the past, he didn’t have those anymore.

’Though the problem is that because of that, I don’t even get tipsy anymore...’

Unintentionally, he seemed to have become a sommelier rather than a mere drunkard.

To that extent, his body became sturdy, and he was able to be free from liver disease and urinary tract stones, which were chronic illnesses unique to Dwarves.

Furthermore, since he obtained the opportunity to visit Lucas’s Brewery, he had even gained honor as a Dwarf.

’Though I’d prefer to just lounge around at home and browse the Gallery.’

Gareth grumbled inwardly. Feeling a bit thirsty, he took out the water bottle from his waist and brought it to his mouth.

As he drank, a refreshing taste, the sweetness of fruit, and the unique bitterness of alcohol filled his mouth.

Let me correct myself. It was not a water bottle containing water, but a flask containing alcohol.

Like a true drunkard, he had filled the bottle with alcohol instead of water.

Considering that Gareth was the epitome of an "ordinary Dwarf," this was closer to daily routine than an eccentricity.

It showed exactly why the Dwarf race frequently suffered from liver disease and urinary tract stones.

"Come to think of it, Gareth. Did you hear that the Hero is also participating this time?"

It was while they were silently moving toward Lucas’s Brewery.

His childhood friend, Wagner, who was walking side by side next to him, asked.

The Dwarf who had taken charge of Grylls’s shoes and various leather crafts.

He often got free alcohol from him or borrowed various items.

It was safe to say he practically knew half of Gareth’s secrets, which was only natural.

Since high-quality alcohol and items suddenly emerged from a friend who was usually busy lounging around.

Not only that, but because Gareth brought up the Gallery all the time, Wagner couldn’t possibly not know.

Nevertheless, the reason he didn’t bother to speak of it aloud was very simple.

"Is she pretty?"

"They say she’s pretty by other races’ standards."

"Then to us, she’s just a tall, lanky pole."

"Exactly. It would have been nice if she were just a bit shorter."

Birds of a feather flock together. It was because Gareth also had a strong free-spirited side.

He was more serious about his own specialty than Gareth, but that was as far as it went.

He was a Dwarf who liked playing around the most, just like a certain blue penguin.

"What are you going to do after this is over? If you get good results, the King will give you a gift."

"I haven’t really thought about it."

"Why did a guy like you even participate in this?"

"You’re the one who coaxed me. Saying you’d make the next chicken yourself."

"You actually remember that. What a good memory."

Of course, it was mostly a joke, and it was because he was a Dwarf who couldn’t live without alcohol.

It was a brewery directly created by a god, so what Dwarf could possibly resist?

The King’s royal gift was merely a formality; any quick-witted Dwarf would know.

That if they achieved great results in this task, they would be able to brew alcohol directly in God’s Brewery.

It was like a dream come true for every Dwarf, and even Gareth, who was indifferent to most things, took an interest.

"If you win, what kind of alcohol will you make first?"

"Beer, of course, right?"

"As expected, you know the classics."

"Where else would you find a Dwarf as classic as me?"

Sharing silly jokes with each other, they headed toward Lucas’s Brewery.

As everyone knew, Lucas’s Brewery was located on the border between Alvenheim and Mountain.

Of course, only the entrance was located on the border; the internal facilities clearly belonged to Alvenheim.

Because of this, there was a lot of talk, but since Alvenheim’s internal political situation was currently chaotic and thanks to the Hero’s mediation, they were able to pass through smoothly.

"We have arrived!"

How much time had passed since they boarded the carriage? A booming voice was heard from outside.

Gareth poked his head out of the window upon hearing the shout.

Perhaps because it was the border, he could see that they were accompanied by numerous soldiers.

"Is that the entrance to Lucas-nim’s Brewery?"You are reading on novelp‌ing.com, the official source.

"Isn’t it just an entrance sitting lonely in a mine?"

"My good man. They said it’s a secretly built place granted by Lucas-nim."

"All passengers, disembark!"

While they were chatting, a booming voice was heard from the vanguard.

Judging by the slight static in the shout, it seemed magic had been used.

Gareth checked the alcohol he had brought and then disembarked from the carriage.

Unlike others, the carriage was low in height, which was naturally to accommodate the height of the Dwarves.

"It seems the Hero-nauri is over there?"

Thanks to that, they could quickly pinpoint the location of the Hero, Asella.

It was exceptionally larger in size than the other carriages, and even had the flag of the Holy Kingdom attached.

Furthermore, since a familiar face also disembarked from that carriage, identification was not difficult.

’So that person is the Hero.’

Gareth watched while bringing the water bottle—no, the flask—to his lips.

Seeing someone in reality whom he had only seen in newspapers or the Gallery felt strange.

Also, since he had few opportunities to meet other races directly, her lanky height was also fascinating.

"It seems that person is the Hero?"

"Yeah."

"Why is she so skinny?"

"I heard that kind of body is considered a beauty among other races."

Was it because his five senses had become too sharp recently?

The surrounding voices entered his ears one after another.

Although he was half-ignoring them, he couldn’t help but find them annoying.

’Every race has different aesthetic standards.’

Dwarves have quite different aesthetic standards compared to other races.

They usually prefer a sturdy build with a large frame and a decent amount of muscle.

There is a scientific basis for this difference, which is childbirth.

A Dwarf already has a short stature, but what if even her frame is small?

There would inevitably be major problems with childbirth.

Usually, if the frame is large, it naturally leads to a sturdy build.

Since their appearance also aligns with that frame, it is only natural that their aesthetic standards differ.

"Welcome, Hero-nim. You have worked hard to travel such a long way."

"Not at all. I am merely following the will of Aris-nim."

Regardless of what the surroundings whispered, Asella spoke with the person in charge.

Through the Translation Orb, there was no issue with the language barrier between them.

She wore a kind smile as she spoke with the person in charge, then looked around.

’Ash-nim said she would be late, right?’

Originally, not only officials from the Holy Kingdom but also those from the Messiah Empire were supposed to visit.

The representative was Ash, but she was scheduled to be slightly late for some reason.

Since they couldn’t wait until then, they planned to depart as soon as they were ready.

’Passing Dwarf is here.’

Asella looked around keenly.

Among the swarming Dwarves, Grylls’s friend, Passing Dwarf, was included.

This was something she had already confirmed through the Gallery beforehand, and she only needed to identify who he was.

’Since he brewed alcohol with the ingredients given by Grylls-nim, he will surely pass easily.’

It was alcohol brewed with various ingredients that came from none other than the World Tree.

If it was Lucas’s guardian who couldn’t live without alcohol, he would surely let him pass easily.

The reason she came here was partly due to political aspects, but also to confirm who Grylls’s friend was.

’Surely it’s not another woman, right?’

Asella narrowed her eyes as she checked the faces of the participants who were not soldiers.

Most of them were just heavily bearded Dwarves, but there were some women mixed in as well.

Having gone through various incidents, she couldn’t help but be somewhat sensitive about this matter.

’Even if their aesthetic standards are different, I cannot let my guard down.’

For reference, the post that Grylls thought he was first "exposed" to in the Gallery was a photo of an elderly Dwarf.

Of course, Asella did not know this. She looked around keenly, then turned her head to look at the entrance.

The entrance was already managed by Mountain, making it much wider than when it was first discovered.

The interior, which looked like a mine shaft, was also brightly lit.

Hearing that a creation of a god similar to Cain was waiting inside, a strange sense of anticipation arose.

"Please let me know when you are ready. I will be waiting."

"Yes, Hero-nim."

Even while the person in charge was leading the Dwarves, Asella closely scanned the participants.

The number of people selected and narrowed down from the nationwide tournament held by the Dwarves was ten in total.

Among them were experts who had gone through generations of brewing in their families, as well as truly ordinary people.

’Passing Dwarf was someone close to an ordinary citizen. First, exclude the influential families.’

If he had helped a family, the rumors would have spread incredibly fast.

Right now, even in Mountain, they only knew that there was a Dwarf receiving help from Grylls, but they didn’t know anything beyond that.

In other words, it meant he was not particularly obsessed with wealth or fame and was leading a truly ordinary life.

’But despite that, Grylls-nim has steadily supported him. Especially recently, he even delivered a recipe.’Find the original chapter at novеlping.com.

If she eliminated options one by one based on this, the answer would come out quickly.

Of course, she might arouse suspicion if she made inquiries for no reason, so she was patient.

Anyway, he would be revealed through the giant frog soon enough.

"All preparations are complete, Hero-nim."

"Let us depart immediately. Could you lead the way?"

"It is my honor."

Once all preparations for departure were complete, Asella followed behind the person in charge.

Soon, they passed through a corridor that looked like a mine shaft, and the hard walls unique to ruins unfolded.

Paat! Pat! Pat!

As soon as they stepped in, numerous lights on the ceiling automatically turned on.

Thanks to this, the wide space inside was clearly revealed, and they could also discover the being guarding its end.

[Hmm? Are they guests?]

A giant frog that was blue overall, but had a pure white bulging belly.

A creation of Lucas and the guardian who protected the brewery.

Asella as soon as she met the giant frog, she quietly drew the Holy Sword, Revolution.

She was by no means fighting him; it was merely to show respect to the creation of a god.

"It is an honor to meet you, Guardian-nim. My name is Asella. Though I am lacking, I am a servant who claims to be the sword of Goddess Aris."

[Aris-nim? I heard she was a close friend of my master.]

Was it because she greeted him while drawing the Holy Sword?

The giant frog showed unprecedented curiosity and slowly lowered his head.

Asella smiled at the frog’s friendly words and spoke.

"It is exactly as you say, Guardian-nim. Aris-nim and Lucas-nim were close friends."

[Hmm... Looking at the energy felt from that sword, it doesn’t seem to be a lie. Fine. Pass through.]

"Pardon?"

Asella was momentarily taken aback when permission was granted so easily.

Lucas had said before that the Holy Sword, Revolution, could play the role of a sort of master key.

Therefore, it wasn’t that she hadn’t anticipated it at all, but passing through so easily was bewildering.

[Why are you so surprised? Or did you bring some alcohol?]

"Yes. We have alcohol crafted in the Holy Kingdom, but..."

[I have no intention of evaluating it harshly. Just give it to me and go in.]

"I do not mind, but are the people behind me passing through as well?"

[Aren’t those guys your friends? If they are friends, I can let them pass.]

Just how great was the authority of the Holy Sword that he was willing to let even the Dwarves pass?

Just as she was contemplating what to do at the unexpected response.

"Passing is passing, but shouldn’t we be evaluated!"

"Hear, hear! This is a matter of dwarven pride!"

The Dwarves shouted in unison that they must receive an evaluation.

What was the reason they had come all this way? Wasn’t it for the ’honor’ of being evaluated by Lucas’s creation?

A mere Holy Sword or whatever (?) could not block the passion of the Dwarves.

When Asella made a lukewarm expression upon seeing this, the giant frog also turned his body, perhaps having his interest piqued.

[Quite confident, aren’t you? Fine. Give me a cup of alcohol.]

The giant frog also sat on the ground and decided to evaluate the Dwarves.

Thus, each of the Dwarves presented the alcohol they had brought to the giant frog.

[Ho. It has a splendid wild red berry aroma. The taste is also not harsh and is smoothly refined.]

"T-Thank you!"

Surprisingly, they were able to receive a sommelier-like evaluation.

If it had ended with a simple "tastes bad" or "terrible" like before, it would be one thing, but evaluating it seriously made it on a different level.

[But it is not to my liking. Go away.]

"Ugh..."

Of course, as meticulously as he evaluated, the standards were also extremely high.

The Dwarves couldn’t help but grow tense when the alcohol brewed with great care by prestigious families was rejected.

[This is too harsh.]

[The bitterness is so intense that it makes me forget all the preceding flavors.]

[This is just juice, isn’t it?]

Rejection, rejection, rejection followed. In the end, only Gareth’s alcohol remained.

Asella felt certain as she watched him groaning while bringing over the keg.

’That person must be Passing Dwarf.’

Since everyone else had been rejected, that Dwarf must surely be the "Dwarf" (Passing Dwarf).

Subsequently, the giant frog chugged down the keg very refreshingly.

[Hey.]

"Yes?"

[Are you kidding me?]

"???"

Was he not uttering rather chilling words?

Even his bluish body began to gradually turn red, as if to signal his anger.

[The taste, the aroma, and the flavor felt... Looking at these, it was clearly made with excellent ingredients. Is it not?]

"That... is true, but..."

[How can you fail to make me feel even three times the joy, let alone ten times, with this? This is on the level of just throwing things in and making it half-heartedly!]

Something was seriously wrong.