The Coffee Master's face fell. "You can't do this!"
Lan Jue rose to her feet. "Why can't I?
I'll be on my way. "She turned and walked away.
"I'll give you Blue Mountain!" The Coffee Master called from behind.
"Too late!
I'm a man of integrity.
A man of integrity doesn't accept handouts. "
"Fuck!"
"Daybuck Coffee Shop?
Haha! "Lan Jue laughed heartily as she left.
Teasing the Coffee Master was a fun thing to do. Lan Jue was in a much better mood now that she'd left Daybuck Coffee Shop.
The Coffee Master had a point. If there was an age limit, she wouldn't have been able to get away.
The two Citadels must have been shocked last time. They hadn't expected Skyfire Avenue to have so many high-ranking Adepts.
Not to mention them, even he himself didn't expect it!
Then there was the Bookworm and Gourmet.
In the world of Adepts, Skyfire Avenue was the center of attention.
But the Northern Alliance's tyrannical ways meant they didn't want this to continue. Otherwise they wouldn't have called for this meeting.
There had to be something up their sleeves.
It didn't matter if she went, she still had a month.
Even if Lan Jue didn't attend the conference, he'd still go with the Wine Master to the West to search for the descendants of the Three Gods of Wine. The Wine Master was strong enough to be wary of such an expedition, so it couldn't be safe.
Ah, what a busy life!
Despite her thoughts, Lan Jue wasn't against the idea. Perhaps it was because the last three years had been a blur. Now that she was busy, she felt enriched.
The sadness in her heart had lessened a little.
The busier she was.
The more she was busy, the less she cared.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Her communicator buzzed.
Lan Jue lifted her hand to take a look.
Her lips curled into a small smile.
Answer!
"You're back?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the communicator.
Lan Jue chuckled. "Yeah!
What's up?
The Gourmet was the one who'd taken the initiative to contact him.
"Come." The Gourmet's voice was short and to the point.
Lan Jue was going to check out the shop on Underground Skyfire Avenue. Hearing his call, she immediately changed her route and walked toward the Gourmet Hut.
The light inside the hut was dim and the door was closed.
However, upon closer inspection, one would discover that there was actually a curtain hanging inside.
Both directions blocked the light.
The door was open. Lan Jue pushed the door open, lifted the curtain, and walked in.
There were several people sitting on both sides of the yellow rosewood table. One of them was the seamstress who had once transformed into the Void Demon King and shocked Lan Jue greatly.
The seamstress smiled sweetly at Lan Jue and waved at her.
The Gourmet and the Pauper sat on the other side. The Pauper's eyes were closed, and the Gourmet smiled warmly at him.
Lan Jue pulled out a chair and sat down. "You two are too unkind.
The Wine Master would've caught me red-handed.
If it weren't for the fact that I had business to attend to.
He wouldn't have let me go. "
The Gourmet smirked. "If we didn't run, would we have waited for him to catch us?
It's not like you don't know the Wine Master's temper.
On the surface he's old-fashioned and stingy, but in reality he's free and easy.
As long as we drink the wine, he won't do anything to us. We'll just make it up to him in other ways. "
Lan Jue nodded. "If you haven't drunk it, let's see."
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted by this bottle of wine that even the Gourmet had to steal.
The Gourmet rose and walked to the back, quickly returning with a bottle of wine.
It wasn't much different from a bottle from the Burgundy region of France. The wine had already reached the shoulder of the bottle. It was obvious that the wine had been lost over time.
The label was blurred, but Lan Jue could still make out some of the letters on it.
At the top of the wine label was a shield-shaped logo. Because it was a little blurry, one could only vaguely see that the shield-shaped logo was a standing animal holding a flag with both hands.
Below the shield was a string of letters: vosneroanee. With Lan Jue's knowledge of Burgundy wine, she immediately understood that this was the name of the area. Romani Village, the best village in Burgundy that produced the best wine.
Below this was another string of letters, a bit longer. It read: crosparantoux.
This was the name of the small area under the big one.
In France, Bordeaux wines were named after the chateau it was produced in, such as Chateau Lafite or Chateau Latour.
In Burgundy, however, it was named after the area. Romani Village was a large area, and this string of letters was the small area. It was also the name of the wine.
"Crosparantoux!"
It was a little hard to pronounce, but when these five words came out of his mouth, his entire voice changed a little.
Because it was written in the French of the Former Era, few people could pronounce it correctly. But it was almost the same.
What did this name represent? Lan Jue's heart raced.
He quickly looked down. Generally speaking, there would be another name under this name.
And that name was of the utmost importance.
Sure enough, at the bottom of the label, he found another name: Henri Jayer.
Lan Jue sucked in a breath of cold air. "It really is Henri Jayer's Cros Paribus.
No wonder you wanted to do it.
The Wine Master had such a collection. "
Henri Jayer was a name that reverberated like thunder in Lan Jue's ears. He was one of the three greatest wine deities of France, perhaps even the leader.
He had a dozen or so winemaking plots, two of which were special-class and one first-class.
The two special-class vineyards were the Yixius and the Richebourg.
In the Former Era, his Richebourg had sold for an astronomical price at an auction, becoming the most expensive wine in the world.
But in reality, those who knew Henri Jayer knew that his masterpiece wasn't Richebourg, but the first-class vineyard. The first-class vineyard was known as the Jewel of the God of Wine, and that was the Crosparantoux before them.
The Wine Master had once told Lan Jue that there was a reason for drinking red wine. In other words, there were some of the finest wines in the world.
And these top-notch wines were known as Legends!
Not every wine was a legend forever. For red wine, the age was important.
Therefore, it had to be a specific wine from a specific year to be considered a legend.
These legendary wines were, without a doubt, the treasures of the wine world.
For example, among the red wines of the Left Bank of Bordeaux, the Latour of 1941 and 1961, the Lafite of 1941, and the Lafite of 1982 are all legendary red wines.
There were more than a dozen similar wines.
But in the Burgundy region, there were a few wines that were considered eternal legends. That is to say, no matter the age, these wines were legends.
Among them was the Romanee-Conti, the king of wines that Lan Jue had slandered the Wine Master. And then there was this Crosparantoux.
If Romanee-Conti was the king of wines, then Crosparantoux was the God of Wine.
Lan Jue didn't know how the two would compare, because he'd never tasted Crosparantoux. What he did know was that the annual production of this wine was only about three hundred bottles. The Romanee-Conti, which was known for its small production, produced six thousand bottles a year!
It was obvious how rare this Crosparantoux was.
He'd always assumed that the Crosparantoux was a legend, and that there was no way it could have been passed down.
After all, the production was so small, and the demand for this legendary wine came from all over the world.
He hadn't expected to find one that had been passed down, and that Henri Jayer had made it himself.
After Henri Jayer's death, his nephew had taken over the winemaker's position. The wine he made was excellent.
Of course, he wasn't on the same level as Henri Jayer.
When Lan Jue had first seen the name, he'd assumed it was Jayer's heir who'd made it. It was only now that he realized it was Jayer himself.
He hurriedly took a look at the year. It was 1993!
Henri Jayer's Crosparantoux in 1993 of the Former Era.
Lan Jue felt a little dizzy. If this thing were to be auctioned off, it'd probably fetch enough to buy a battleship.
Not to mention it was priceless.
"What do you think?
It was worth it, right? "
The Pauper finally opened his eyes and chuckled. "You should know how much willpower it took me to not keep it all to myself when I got my hands on it!"
Lan Jue shot him a look. "It's worth it to me. It's like a pilgrimage."
The Pauper gulped. "Alright, now that everyone's here, we can open the Gourmet's tavern.
You know how long I've been waiting for this day! "
The Gourmet nodded. "Usually it's at night. We'll open it during the day so the Wine Master won't know."
"No, we can't open it!" Lan Jue said without hesitation.
"Why not?" The Pauper asked.
Lan Jue smiled wryly. "This is too sudden. I drank coffee this morning."
The Pauper's face twitched. "Why would you drink coffee so early in the morning?
It'll take a whole day for the taste to go away. "
"Tomorrow," Lan Jue said. "I'll come back tomorrow morning, then we'll open the tavern."
The Pauper and the Gourmet looked at each other. They swallowed hard and sighed in unison. "Fine."
The Seamstress giggled. "It's funny to see you men acting like thieves.
Don't worry, I won't drink from you.
Jewelry Master, what do you think about the Star Alliance?
The Clairvoyant left the Star Alliance in your hands. You'll be in charge of how we develop. "
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