Lan Jue dialed the Keeper's communicator, and explained the situation in a few sentences.
The Keeper only grumbled. "These bastards. They can't do anything right, but they're more than capable of ruining things." He hung up.
Lan Jue knew this was the end of the matter.
Lan Jue had planned to pay the Wine Master a visit that night, but decided against it. She'd be drinking his wine tomorrow, and she'd have to invite him. They'd see each other eventually, so she decided against it.
Lan Jue ate a quick bite to eat, then sat down to meditate.
Ever since he returned from planet Taihua, he had felt that his training speed had increased. At least, it was much faster than before, even after he had broken through to level nine, rank seven. At this rate, he had a good chance of breaking through to the pinnacle of the ninth level, just like his brother.
He had two Disciplines, and was confident he'd be able to compete with his brother.
After a night of meditation, Lan Jue's Discipline had improved, and the lightning Discipline around his Core had become more stable.
For the sake of the bottle of wine, he'd had a glass of water and two slices of white bread. He hadn't dared to eat anything tasty.
She arrived at the Gourmet's cabin.
It was the same group from yesterday – the Gourmet, the Seamstress, and the Pauper. It looked like they'd all arrived early.
When he saw Lan Jue enter, the Pauper shot to his feet. "Everyone's here, let's begin!"
The Gourmet nodded, and pulled out the bottle of Henri Jayer's Cros Parmentier from his wine cabinet.
"Who's opening?
Or the fork? "
This was the scientific name for opening wine. Generally speaking, red wine would be opened with the traditional Haima knife. Sometimes, some old wines would be opened with two forks that looked like iron plates.
When opening a bottle of old wine, the cork had to be intact. Only then could it be called opening beautifully.
The cork was made of oak, and if it was in good condition, it meant the wine had been preserved well.
Wine corks that weren't kept in good condition would break, or even shatter. One could only imagine the quality of the wine inside.
Therefore, opening a bottle was also a very particular knowledge. Generally speaking, if a group of people drank, the one who opened the bottle must be the most knowledgeable and the steadiest.
In the New Era, the cork of a good bottle of wine was priceless, especially the legendary wine of the world's god of wine, Henri Jayer.
Wine corks and empty bottles could also be auctioned. They were all rare antiques.
Who knew how many people would be willing to put them in their collection?
The beggar immediately raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender. "I'm a famous plug breaker. Don't let me come.
Otherwise, everyone would feel heartache if it was cut off.
Why don't you use your Discipline? "The Pauper suggested to the Gourmet.
The Gourmet shook his head. "Drink this wine with the attitude of a pilgrim.
Everything had to be done using the most primitive means. How could he use his special abilities?
If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't invite the Wine Master, he'd be the best at it. He had the most experience.
I don't have enough confidence either!
Jewelry Master, do you want to try? "
Lan Jue said, "Lift the aluminum foil and check the plug."
"Alright." The Gourmet agreed.
The so-called aluminum foil was the layer of metal used to seal the cork at the mouth of a red wine bottle.
This bottle of Cros Parisien looked quite well sealed. It was quite remarkable that a 1993 wine could be preserved to this extent.
Burgundy wine was harder to store than Bordeaux.
The Gourmet pulled out a Seahorse Knife as if by magic. There was a small knife on the back of the knife, specially used to open the aluminum foil of a red wine bottle.
Seeing the Seahorse Knife in the Gourmet's hand, Lan Jue's eyes lit up.
The Seahorse Knife was almost the same, with two sections and one section. It was a screwdriver with a small knife on the back. After the cork was inserted, the front clip was used to press against the mouth of the bottle, and the cork was pulled out.
The handle of the Seahorse Knife in the Gourmet's hand was different. It was beautiful, simple, and patterned.
With Lan Jue's eyesight, she could tell at a glance that it was a mammoth handle, made from the bones of an ancient mammoth. It was extremely rare and precious.
At the same time, this Sea Horse Knife's screwdriver was longer than normal. This kind of Sea Horse Knife was specially used to open old wine, because some of the old wine from the Upper Yuan Era would have an especially long cork. Only by using a screwdriver to completely penetrate the cork could the cork be pulled out without damaging it.
The serrated knife spun twice, and the aluminum foil at the mouth of the bottle fell off, revealing the cork inside.
When the four of them saw the appearance of the cork, their faces changed.
"It's seeped through." The Gourmet frowned.
The cork wasn't wooden, but dark brown. There were some black stains on it.
It was a sign that the wine inside had seeped through the cork for too long. Fortunately, the wine was clear, otherwise Lan Jue would have suspected that this legendary wine had aged.
Wine would spoil if stored improperly or left for too long.
But the term was used to describe it as' aged '. It was a sign of respect to the wine.
The Gourmet picked up a clean white cloth and carefully wiped away the black stains on the cork. It wasn't really dirty, but a reaction between the wine and the cork.
"You do it, or should I?" The Gourmet looked at Lan Jue.
Lan Jue took a deep breath. "I'll do it."
When it came to food, he knew he wasn't as good as the Gourmet. But when it came to wine, he had a lot of experience.
He'd opened many of these old wines.
The Gourmet handed him the Seahorse Knife.
Lan Jue: "If I can get the cork out in one piece, this knife is mine." Lan Jue had no intention of taking the cork or the bottle. He knew the Wine Master would take them back.
"You're a bandit," the Gourmet said, his voice irritated.
Fine, if you can get it out in one piece, it's yours.
But what if the cork breaks? "
Lan Jue smiled. "Then I'll treat you and a bottle of at least thirty years old whiskey."
"It's a deal," the Gourmet said decisively.
Lan Jue pried open the Seahorse Knife, the screwdriver facing out, and placed the bottle in front of him.
He focused slightly, and his aura immediately became stable.
Seeing this, the Gourmet and the Pauper couldn't help but nod. The Jewelry Master was young, but his mind was steady enough.
Lan Jue's movements were slow, and careful.
The sharp tip of the screwdriver accurately pierced the center of the cork. Then, with a gentle press, he rotated the screwdriver so that the tip of the screwdriver was inserted into the cork.
His movements were slow, but each rotation was rhythmic. The seven centimeter long screwdriver slowly drilled into the cork, without the slightest deviation.
Soon, the entire screwdriver was in. He raised the knife and stuck the metal stopper into the bottle's mouth.
The most important moment had arrived.
He pulled out the cork.
During this process, the cork could break at any moment. If it did, it wouldn't affect the wine inside, but it would be a great pity.
Lan Jue didn't pull the knife directly. Instead, he slowly turned the bottle sideways, and then began to apply force.
Only an experienced person would open a cork like this. The chances of the cork breaking were much lower.
The Gourmet and the Pauper stared unblinkingly at his hand.
The cork came out bit by bit. The speed at which it was pulled was uniform, without the slightest slack or excessive force.
When the cork was pulled out a bit, everyone's eyes lit up with joy. Although the surface had been penetrated, the sides of the cork were still the color of wood. In other words, the cork hadn't been completely penetrated, only the center.
The three of them were overjoyed. This proved that the quality of the wine was better than they had imagined.
The cork came out bit by bit. It didn't break, it didn't break!
Finally, at the last bit, Lan Jue's face revealed a faint smile. With his experience in opening wine, this cork was no problem.
With a gentle push, the cork came out with a 'pop'.
But just then, a faint silver light flickered at the mouth of the bottle.
"Not good.
It's a dimensional seal. "
The silver light flashed, and a majestic aura suddenly appeared in the Gourmet's small room. A powerful, angry voice filled the air. "You bastards, I'm going to kill you!"
It was none other than the Wine Master.
Lan Jue was the first to react. She raised the bottle with both hands. "Don't move. Be careful of the wine."
The Wine Master's surging aura suddenly faltered. His eyes fell on the bottle.
Lan Jue still held the Seahorse knife in her hand. The cork was still intact, and the screwdriver was still in place.
The bottle had been opened, but no aroma leaked out.
"You bastards! My legendary God of Wine!" The Wine Master howled in anguish. He snatched the bottle away.
Although his movements were swift, they were very steady.
He looked at the label on the bottle, as if he were looking at the woman he loved.
The Gourmet and the Pauper looked at each other, embarrassed.
They'd originally planned to wait until the bottle was opened before calling for the Wine Master.
But the process would require everyone to drink some first.
Otherwise, what would they do if the God of Wine didn't allow them to drink?
After all, they'd used underhanded methods to get their hands on the bottle.
"Give it to me!" The Wine Master roared at Lan Jue.
Lan Jue hurriedly handed over the Seahorse knife. "Don't scare the wine," she whispered. "The taste will change."
The Wine Master glared at her. "I knew you'd be in there." He took the knife and looked at the cork.
On the cork, the letters HEN DAY JAYER were clear and complete.
Seeing the cork, the Wine Master's face softened. He turned to the Gourmet. "What are you staring at?
Where's the best Burgundy? "
This bottle of wine is my favorite!
It's a shame Jia Ye is gone … In memory of him, three o 'clock!
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