Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 582 - 462: Comparing People to Wine_2

Chapter 582: Chapter 462: Comparing People to Wine_2

Krewen couldn’t help but give Gaven a thumbs-up; such self-control was not something he had never seen before, but it was indeed the first time he’d seen it in someone so young.

Taking a deep breath, Gaven sincerely said, "Sir, your level of bartending has completely exceeded my understanding. This is not just a simple drink but a form of art, a kind of magic, which brings out the negative energy hidden within the Ghost Grape Wine to its fullest potential."

Negative energy resonates very easily with human emotions, creating a combination that gives rise to various undead creatures, especially spiritual bodies.

And it was precisely this principle that Krewen utilized, using Ghost Grape Wine as a catalyst to stir up the emotions of the person involved, exaggerate them, and then allow for their release.

Be it sorrow or joy, once released, the individual would certainly feel much lighter.

"It’s not that my bartending skills are exceptional, it’s the Ghost Grape Wine itself that’s truly unique. Without this wine, my bartending skills, no matter how refined, would not be able to conjure up such a cocktail," Krewen said humbly. "This is also the first time in my life that I have created such a drink. Since we’re using your wine, please do me the honor of naming it," Krewen requested.

"Heart-Viewing!" Gaven replied without a moment’s hesitation.

"The Heart-Viewing Cocktail! ’To view the heart through wine,’ what a good name. From now on, it will be the new signature of the Deer Horn Pot Tavern," Krewen immediately grasped the true meaning behind the name Gaven had given, but then couldn’t help altering his tone as he continued, "However, there is a small precondition, and that is being able to buy your manor’s supply of Ghost Grape Wine; otherwise, this signature drink will be nothing but empty talk. Your wine is in such high demand that, throughout the City of Brilliance, I’ve heard there are no more than a hundred bottles. I swallowed my pride to ask an old friend for help, and all I got was a glimpse and touch of the bottle, never an opportunity to purchase one."

From start to finish, the tavern owner never questioned Gaven’s background, not because he had met him, but because he was well aware of how difficult it was to get one’s hands on Ghost Grape Wine.

Even if the other party was a con artist flaunting a bottle of Ghost Grape Wine, they would not be ordinary.

Hence, until it was certain that the person was a fraud, they deserved to be treated seriously — a veteran adventurer’s instinct.

"That’s simple," Gaven said as he took a twenty-kilogram cask of Ghost Grape Wine out of his Howard Convenient Bag and placed it on the bar. "This is my personal supply of Ghost Grape Wine, and I’ll give it to you as a token of my appreciation for letting me taste such an extraordinary wine. If there were a few more bartenders like you, my Ghost Grape Wine would sell even better."

Krewen couldn’t help but perceive the Ghost Grape Wine in front of him; aside from the different container, it was no different from the bottled one he had experienced earlier.

It was now almost certain that the young man before him was not a malcontent imposter, but the true owner of Weizemay Manor, because the Ghost Grape Wine Auction only sold bottled wine, and casked wine was not circulating on the market.

"Then I’ll take it without reservation," Krewen was not one to act coy, and he laughed heartily, "I’ll accept this cask. Whenever you wish to enjoy a Heart-Viewing Cocktail, just come to me — as long as you bring your own Ghost Grape Wine."

Krewen was still confident in his bartending skills.

Oliela had been somewhat conservative in her statements; he wasn’t just among the top three bartenders in the City of Brilliance, but the undisputed number one, and in the entire Northern Lands, there were few who could rival him in this regard.

To have him taking special requests for cocktails required booking in advance, depended on his mood, and each session would cost a small fortune.

This craft alone allowed him to rake in profits daily. It was just a pity that this former warrior, former thief, had reached an age where he considered money as dirt. Rather than dealing with those hypocritically ugly nobles, he preferred a simple pastoral life in Anfield, and perhaps teach a few disciples that might add some color to Felen’s life of adventure.

Gaven lightly tapped on the bar, pondering for a few seconds before saying, "Sir, I’d like to propose a deal to you."

"Oh? What deal?" Krewen’s curiosity was piqued.

"In my manor, there is still a portion of Ghost Grape Wine cellar stock. I can provide you with a hundred bottles at the auction price we witnessed in the Valley and ensure every year to sell you a hundred bottles at the same price," Gaven began the negotiation with a grand gesture.

The auction price in the Valley for the Ghost Grape Wine was one hundred Gold Coins per bottle, and in the City of Brilliance, it had soared to three hundred twenty Gold Coins per bottle, with a market of no supply. Just considering the price difference, it amounted to a difference of fourteen thousand Gold Coins, essentially a gift from Gaven to Krewen.

And it was to be a long-term deal; Krewen wouldn’t need to do anything else, just reselling Shadow Wine would net him tens of thousands of Gold Coins a year.

Given the uniqueness of the Heart-Viewing Cocktail, it would not be difficult in the future for a multitude of thrill-seeking nobles from the City of Brilliance to flock to the Deer Horn Pot Tavern to taste the drink, directly creating tenfold value, because cocktails, to an extent, sell the technique and the mark-up is the largest, all down to one’s pitch.

If you have the audacity to ask for it, even ten thousand Gold Coins per glass wouldn’t be strange, provided that there are customers willing to pay.

Krewen, having seen much of the world as a seasoned adventurer, was not so easily dazzled by money, and replied with a smile, "What is it that you want?"