The Wine Master chuckled. He waved his right hand through the air, and in a flash of silver light appeared a crystal glass in front of Lan Jue.
It was a handmade crystal glass, of exquisite craftsmanship and rare quality.
A bottle of wine appeared in front of her. The Wine Master held the bottom of the bottle in his hand and poured the liquid into the glass. He poured two fingers into the glass before stopping.
Lan Jue glanced at the bottle, and her eyes lit up. "You sure know how to enjoy yourself.
But does that mean I won't have a drink if I don't show my support? "
"Yes," the Wine Master replied.
Lan Jue picked up the glass and swirled it around, letting the liquid swirl in a clockwise direction. She lowered her head to take a whiff. "Smells good.
I like this Lion.
It's worthy of being the king of Bordeaux's second-grade wineries. "
"Why don't you try it and see what year it is?" The Wine Master asked.
Lan Jue took a sip, pausing for a moment, letting the liquid flow down the sides of his tongue to the base. Then he turned it back down and swallowed.
After a moment's hesitation, the Wine Master frowned. "The Lion is the most balanced Bordeaux wine of all ages.
Most vintages are good, only better, but never worse.
However, the flavor of this one was obviously a bit bland, and the aftertaste was thin.
I can't tell the exact year, but it's definitely from the seventies of the Former Era.
The seventies were a time of total annihilation.
Only the seventies and seventies of the Former Era were slightly better.
This one isn't from those two vintages. It must be one of the other eight from the seventies.
You're so stingy!
This is the least valuable of all the Lion wines.
Even a first-grade winery from the seventies isn't as good. "
The Wine Master clapped his hands. "Good.
Your analysis is spot on.
It's good enough that I'm giving you a drink.
This one is from 1972.
It's been in poor condition for a while.
It's dying.
So I brought it out to drink.
Old wine has the taste of old wine. You can take a big gulp, you'll be fine. "
Lan Jue chuckled. "Something to drink is better than nothing.
Aside from the Dark Citadel and the Pontiff's visit, you said you wanted to visit the Three Gods of Wine.
What did he say? "
The Wine Master nodded. "Let's wait until the Citadels' visit is over.
I've been gathering information on the Three Gods of Wine, and I've even asked a diviner to divine their future.
We may encounter some trouble this time, but the chances of success are not small.
I really hope that the skills of the Three Gods of Wine can be passed down. "
Lan Jue said, "I've always been a bit confused. Even if they're descendants of the Three Gods of Wine, why would they be dangerous to us?
They were wine makers.
Is he also a powerful Arcanist? "
The Wine Master shook his head. "Until we find them, who can say for sure what's going on with them?
But I believe in the augurs.
Just like this time, his divination on you was a close shave.
However, the Clairvoyant had also said that nothing in the world remained the same.
A person's fate would also change with the passage of time.
Therefore, if we want to control our destiny in our own hands, we must face it positively. "
At this point, the Wine Master sighed. "There aren't many things that interest me anymore.
But searching for the Three Gods of Wine has always been a dream of mine.
Every time I think about how hard I've been working towards this dream, I can't help but feel my blood boil.
Besides, there are signs.
It's very likely that one of the Three Gods of Wine is still alive. "
"Huh?" Lan Jue shot to her feet in surprise. She nearly knocked over the glass in her hand.
"Impossible.
The Three Gods of Wine were all born in the early twentieth century of the former era.
In other words, it was around 1930 in the previous era.
That's over two hundred years ago, close to three hundred.
The average human lifespan has been improved by genetic technology, but it's still no more than a hundred and fifty years.
What's more, the technology of the former era is vastly different from what we have now.
How could one of the Three Gods of Wine be alive? "
The Wine Master shook his head. "It's just a guess.
It's not impossible.
Let me ask you, how long can a Paragon live? "
Lan Jue shook her head. "You should be the one asking that.
I'm not at that level, how would I know? "
The Wine Master shook his head. "Different Paragons.
Their circumstances are different.
But I can tell you that if a Paragon treasures their life.
They can use their protogenia to slow down the aging process.
Living to three hundred isn't out of the question. "
Lan Jue's eyes flashed. "So you're saying that if the Three Gods of Wine are Paragons, then they …"
The Wine Master shook his head. "We can't rule out that possibility.
But it's all just a guess. We'll have to verify it ourselves.
Are you more interested now? "
Lan Jue laughed. "As a former mercenary, I've never lacked for adventure.
Now that you mention it, I can't wait. "
The Wine Master nodded. "If all goes well, we should be able to set out in a month and a half.
As for your grudge with the Pontiff's Citadel, don't worry. Skyfire Avenue won't let you get the short end of the stick.
If they want to resolve this matter, they'll have to show us enough sincerity. "
Lan Jue chuckled and drained her glass of wine. "I'll leave it to you.
Have some more wine.
You can only drink a few mouthfuls of wine if it's two fingers high.
The Wine Master's face betrayed a helpless expression. "Why can't I make up my mind to make you the most unwelcome guest of the Gothic Winery?"
Beep! Beep! Beep! Lan Jue's communicator buzzed.
It was a message.
"Come over for dinner tonight." Six simple words, but they warmed Lan Jue's heart.
The Wine Master smirked. "The Gourmet, right?"
Lan Jue blinked. "How did you know?"
The Wine Master chuckled. "Because he called me, of course.
There's still a few hours until nightfall. Finish this and go home. "
As he spoke, he poured Lan Jue another glass of wine. This time it was only one finger's worth of liquid.
As he spoke to the Wine Master, Lan Jue sent a message to the Gourmet.
"Can I bring two more people?"
"Bring them!" The Gourmet's reply was quick.
Lan Jue drained her glass, savoring the aftertaste. "Old wine does have its vicissitudes. It's a shame that the Bordeaux of the seventies is still too lacking."
The Wine Master huffed. "Fine, let's go."
Lan Jue laughed heartily. She set down her glass, turned, and left.
Once outside the Gothic Winery, Lan Jue thought for a moment. Then she returned to the shop and pushed her bicycle out.
He'd rested for a few days, and it was about time he went back to school.
The Wine Master's Male Lion had whetted his appetite. He'd thought about what he'd teach his students next time.
Wine was good stuff!
The culture of wine was broad and profound.
It wasn't just red wine. Whether it was the white wine of ancient China, or the whiskey of ancient Scotland, or even brandy, he loved them all.
He had a great deal of knowledge in these areas.
It seemed like it was time to start telling the students about these things.
As soon as he reached the school gates, Lan Jue jumped in fright. The National Eastern University had completely changed.
From afar, he could see the walls on both sides of the gates. Three meter tall posters were pasted. The figures on the posters were all too familiar to him.
Two tall platforms were erected on either side of the gates.
When he got closer, the words "Sea God's Sounds of Nature Charity Performance" came into view.
Disaster Relief Concert?
When Lan Jue saw the words, a smile spread across his face. When it came to publicity, Mo Xiao really did have a talent.
What was supposed to be a performance had suddenly become a charity concert.
Standing on the high side of righteousness, the concert had naturally become different.
It had risen to a whole new level.
Coupled with the generosity of the Neptune Group, this was excellent publicity for the Neptune Group and Neptune Entertainment Media.
It was no wonder that Mo Xiao's career had been thriving ever since she took control of Neptune Entertainment Media.
Thinking of Mo Xiao, Lan Jue couldn't help but think of Huali's strange expression that day. He really didn't understand why his good brother didn't like Mo Xiao.
Mo Xiao was beautiful and capable.
Could it be that Ali didn't like her strength?
But if it were him, he probably wouldn't like such a girl either.
Women who were too strong would make men feel oppressed.
And men like him, who had great abilities, were also relatively strong in character.
Hera was still the best!
A gentle face appeared in his mind. At the same time, Hera's gentle voice appeared in the white world.
If only she was still alive. I could watch Ali's performance with her. I could take her to eat the food of the Gourmet and taste the wine of the Wine Master.
Walking into the campus, Lan Jue could feel the impact that Poseidon's concert had on the National Eastern University.
On the campus, there were all kinds of posters and publicity platforms. There were even places that specially distributed brochures and souvenirs related to the event.
She didn't know what Neptune Entertainment Media had done to make the school agree with their approach.
The entire academy was completely occupied by Poseidon's aura.
He looked up at a huge poster next to him. On the poster, Huali was wearing a black gown, standing there casually.
On his extremely handsome face, there was a faint smile. His smile was full of sunshine.
Even though it was just a poster, his deep blue eyes seemed to be able to move people's souls. Passing students couldn't help but stop and look at him.
"This guy!" Lan Jue couldn't help but curse in his heart.
As he thought about it, he dialed Huali's interstellar communicator.
"Ah Jue, you're awake?" Huali's tired voice came from the other side.
"Let's have dinner together tonight.
Or at the Gourmet's place.
Where's Ah-Cheng? "Lan Jue asked.
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(To be continued)