Jonavili had not been idle during this time, spending every day in the dragon's nest researching those alchemy golems, looking for solutions within her draconic inheritance whenever she encountered something she didn't understand.
It was worth mentioning that Jonavili had already uploaded the recordings of Furiel's battle and Gris's pitiful state into the inheritance memory.
Several dragons had even left comments below them.
"What a beautiful red dragon lady! Watching her fight is so exciting for a dragon!"
"Please don't post just anything in the inheritance space! Seeing that black dragon made me lose my dinner."
Jonavili only gave a faint smile; it was merely a prank born of boredom.
"Ah... has it already been six days? Time to go out and take a look."
Jonavili stood up from a pile of alchemy golems that she had researched over and over again and drifted toward the outside of the cave.
Although she possessed extremely powerful dynamic vision and eyesight in her true form, allowing her to see the magic circuits and magic patterns on these alchemical creations, they were a bit too small for her massive dragon body.
Besides, a human form was more convenient for detailed work.
Jonavili walked out of the cave, spread her snow-white dragon wings, and flew toward White Crystal City.
In just a few days, White Crystal City had returned to its original state, showing no signs that a great battle had just taken place here.
Sensing Jonavili's arrival, Medusa, who was teaching etiquette to the personal maids, paused for a moment and hurried toward Jonavili's direction with the few maids she had.
She also ordered other kin to prepare food.
Soon, Medusa, leading maids like Liya and Galina, met up with Jonavili.
"Medusa greets the great master."
Jonavili spoke faintly as she walked.
"Mm. Where is Fanni?"
"To answer the master, Lady Fanni has been busy handling various affairs these past few days. Do you need me to notify her for you?"
"No need, let her stay busy."
"Yes."
Jonavili was quite satisfied with little Fanni; although she wasn't her kin and hadn't signed a contract, Jonavili felt very at ease with her. After all, sprites had simple minds, and ice elemental creatures were naturally close to her.
"Medusa, I am somewhat hungry. Go prepare some food for me."
"To answer the master, I already ordered my subordinates to prepare it the moment you arrived. I believe you will be tasting delicious food very soon."
Hearing Medusa's words, Jonavili couldn't help but pause her steps and look Medusa up and down a few times.
Being observed, Medusa became even more respectful. Seeing this, Jonavili nodded with satisfaction.
"You have good awareness. You have the talent to be a maid; keep up the hard work."
Hearing Jonavili's words, Medusa's mood became inexplicably joyful. Her already beautiful face, combined with a sincere smile, appeared even more radiant.
"Thank you for the praise, Master. Medusa will work even harder."
Jonavili's right hand transformed into a dragon claw, and she casually plucked a white dragon scale, bestowing it upon Medusa.
"This scale can take your strength to the next level. While performing your duties, do not forget to improve your strength."
Medusa was overwhelmed by the favor. Even though her heart was filled with immense joy, she forcibly suppressed her excitement, held it up with both hands, and said respectfully.
"Thank you for your teachings, Master. Medusa will certainly not fail your expectations."
After receiving the dragon scale, Medusa pressed it against her forehead.
There was no bone-deep pain like the initial transformation; Medusa felt the scale merge into her forehead as if it had grown there naturally.
A cool power seeped into her brow and surged through her body.
When she opened her eyes again, she found that her strength and level of existence had been further enhanced.
A more direct manifestation was that some white scales had grown on her face, and her skin had become even smoother.
"Medusa thanks the master again!"
Jonavili gave a slight nod. At this time, some dragon-blooded serpentfolk and frost kobolds arrived before Jonavili carrying steaming hot food. Notably, they had brought more cups this time.
Jonavili, with her keen senses, sniffed the air as a mellow aroma wafted into her nose, causing her beautiful eyes to tremble slightly.
"This is..."
Medusa explained from the side.
"Master, I am not sure what this liquid is called, but it was indeed found in the humans' spatial tools."
"We have already tested it; it is not toxic and has a mellow scent like roasted and fermented wheat. As for the taste... emmm... I apologize, my master, my vocabulary is limited and hard to describe, but it is very delicious."
"However, this liquid has a side effect: drinking too much leads to headaches, dizziness, blurred consciousness, unsteady steps, and weakened reason."
Jonavili wasn't surprised. Was this a joke? How could you not feel floaty after drinking too much? Even acting like a drunkard was normal. As a master taster, Jonavili could proudly say that she had tried every inexpensive alcohol before, and she could tell good from bad with just one sip.
And! Don't forget how she got here; she had died from drinking.
'Ale from another world? I wonder how it compares to my original world.'
For a former authentic drunkard, not smelling it was fine, but one sniff had hooked her taste buds.
She didn't know how long it had been since she had tasted this heart-scratching stuff.
Hearing Jonavili's baffling words, the kin were all filled with question marks, but their master seemed to recognize this liquid.
Jonavili's desire for the alcohol even overshadowed the hunger from not eating for six days.
She reached out, took a cup, and her nose twitched slightly.
"The scent is a bit weak; I hope it doesn't disappoint me."
Jonavili downed it in one gulp, the liquid flowing through her mouth and over her tongue before sliding down her throat.
After finishing, Jonavili showed a strange expression and smacked her lips, looking as if she wanted more.
Feeling it wasn't enough to be satisfying, Jonavili didn't offer a critique but instead finished all the alcohol that had been brought out in one go.
'Wheat ale, but it hasn't been distilled, so the purity isn't very high. Both the flavor and mouthfeel can't compare to the wheat ale I drank in my previous life, though it might just be that these adventurers didn't have the money to buy better stuff.'
Jonavili thought to herself, but then, gradually, her eyes widened slightly as she seemed to smell a business opportunity.
'No! What if all the alcohol in this world is of this grade?'
This thought wasn't without reason. After all, this was a world of swords and magic; people here focused their attention on cultivation and improving their strength, so they weren't particularly specialized in things like alcohol.
Furthermore, their technology tree was clearly skewed. The inheritance clearly recorded that it had already been over twelve thousand years of the Era of Gods.
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