Chapter 21

Authors could feel his strength increase as he ate the behemoth. He had finished eating. By then everything of the behemoth was now gone. He started to get back to the village. He really wanted to get the artillery.

He made it to the village. He then summoned the artillery builders. He wanted them a lot. Before him ten people appeared.

"We are the artillery builders." The ten people said while getting on their knees.

"Get up." He said, the builders did so.

"I wish for you to build the Sky Piercer Mark 7." He said, that particular artillery was a ballista that could kill an expert tier dragon in a single attack so long at you hit the right spot.

"We will do what we can." They said, to buy that fro. The reputation shop would take over a hundred reputations, but building it would not cost too much, and anything they didn't have they could probably buy. So he just laid back and allowed them to do their work.

"Did you hear about the new soap going on?" A very beautiful woman asked another one. They were both goddesses. They were currently in the divine bath that every goddess had at least used once.

"What soap?" Another goddess asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

"I heard the kingdom passed the empire has been selling some very high quality items. One of the is soap, it is smooth to the touch, nice to the nose, and it lasts quite a long time." She said, holding one of the soap bars with her. The other goddesses started to gather. Interested in this conversation.

"I see, so some small kingdom made high quality soap." Another goddess said, at this the other goddesses looked furious, they all wanted beauty, but the soap was rough, even rubbing rocks felt better. They didn't smell like anything most of the time while sometimes they didn't even smell nice. And lastly, the soap normally only last a few days.

"I am more interested in the other products she talked about." A hiding goddesses said. Giggling to the others.

"What about the other items?" The goddess talking to the first on asked.

"I hear they sell oil, it has a nice smell to it. Not only that but apparently it also tastes better on vegetable dishes than normal lard." She talked like it was the most fantastic thing ever.

"They sell paper, they are about the same as ours so I will skip that. But last thing they sell is high quality ale. It taste like apples and fruits. They have a strong but at the same time mellow flavor. A very sweet aftertaste, and a good smell to it as well." She talked about the last one with reverence. Like it was some holy drink that was made for only the gods.

"Yea know, I never heard of you talking so highly of ale or beer. You normally distain such drinks. If you are praising it then it must be really good and very fruit like."

"Yes it is, drinking it was like tasting my first fruit once again." She replied with happiness while holding one of her cheeks.

"Now I want some." The second goddess said, "that is the problem, the ale is very expensive and quite rare, they are importanted by a small kingdom above the empire. And going their would be over kill just for ale." The other replied.

"I guess so."

"Don't worry, I still have some left, we can have a few shots."

"Thanks, I hope it is as good as you make it out to be."

"This is really good." A goddess said, drinking a glass of ale. Her face was full of shock and amazement. She looked at the glass before her.

"Yes, this is, this is the drink of the elves if I have heard correctly." A god said as he slightly shook his glass of ale. It swirled around the edge of his glass.

"I would agree, it has a nice fruity taste that even the most meat enthusiasts would have. It choice but to acknowledge the tastes. The smooth and sweet taste of the ale would pair well with most meat dishes. The smell is intoxicating and very pleasant. But the elves have no idea as to how this could possibly have been made. Maybe the dwarves had a sudden change in taste, this seems right up their alley."

"One of my children have connections with the dwarven counties. They were not the ones who made this."

"I truly wonder who was the genius who made this ale."

Author was in his room, cultivating his strength and expanding his core. He ignored many notifications and many calls from others. But they understood him, he was a man who would never slack in his training as they wouldn't in theirs.

He was soon forced out of his training. By his notification. A very large and important notification it would seem. He opened his eyes and looked around.

He looked at his system notifications and immediately understood why it was so forceful.