Baldrick shot to his feet so suddenly that he almost knocked over the table, sending all the drinks sloshing over the rims of their mugs.
"You're right… this beer will definitely become a sensation within our kingdom! If I sell this beer to all the drinkers I know, then I can bring in a lot of money for this village—that means more prosperity!"
Wasting no more time, the dwarf marched straight to Michael's house in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, Michael was still awake, immersed in one of his many projects.
He welcomed the dwarf and listened to his proposal eagerly.
"Hmm… you want to sell beer in the Dwarven Kingdom?" Michael mused. "I thought that all forms of outside business are forbidden?"
It was a widely known fact that the Dwarven Kingdom refused any peddlers from entering their kingdom. And as far as he knew, even the great Yze Vanderbilt had failed to break through that restriction.
