Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 586 - 463: Apprenticing and Learning Skills_3

Chapter 586: Chapter 463: Apprenticing and Learning Skills_3

On the contrary, as a mistress inheriting some trivial rural estate, she actually had a distinct advantage.

This was the best outcome for people like them, and many of their mothers had gone through the same—if the man had even the slightest conscience.

Far more men would eat their fill and leave nothing but orphans and widows, vanishing without a trace, than those who would leave a little something for the mother and child.

Such was the harsh reality of society, and this was their way of survival.

Their little schemes were no secret to a seasoned veteran like Krewen, but he had no intention of stopping them, instead, he winked at Gaven with a knowing smile that said, "A young man who isn’t frivolous is wasting his youth."

He too had been young once, and as long as it was consensual, Gaven was capable enough to manage them all—Krewen wouldn’t interfere.

For Gaven, one or two might be a stroke of luck, but a crowd would be a disaster.

He had not yet mastered the art of moving through a sea of flowers without a single petal sticking to him.

All he could do was earnestly learn the trade from the tavern owner and discuss serious matters, asking, "Since this is the lowest level of bartending, are there intermediate levels? Advanced levels?"

"Of course," Krewen said proudly, "Let’s skip the intermediate, as it varies with individual skill. Let’s talk about the highest level, which includes the likes of the Heart-Viewing Cocktail. This type of drink reflects the person, blending emotions with alcohol, aiming to release feelings. Once you reach this threshold, you’ve entered the gateway, leaving behind the lowly levels. Reaching the standard of the Heart-Viewing Cocktail signifies stepping into the highest echelons. In the entire Northern Lands, there are but a few bartenders of this caliber."

Gaven, thoughtfully, said, "The negative energy contained in Ghost Grape Wine naturally catalyzes emotions, possessing an unparalleled advantage. I understand this blending of emotions and alcohol, but in the absence of Ghost Grape Wine, how does the teacher accomplish this?"

"Watch closely." Instead of answering Gaven directly, Krewen went back to the bar and thoroughly cleaned the cocktail shaker, inside and out. Finally, he pulled out a bottle of Holy Water from underneath the bar and used it to cleanse the shaker once again.

Although this retired adventurer was no longer active, his preparations were never lacking.

After completely clearing the residual negative energy of the Ghost Grape Wine from the shaker, Krewen started his next maneuver smoothly, adding a variety of bartending ingredients.

He chose a strong, spicy liquor as the main component, adding only a small amount of harmonizing agents afterward, mainly favoring materials with a fire attribute.

However, Gaven’s main focus was on the changes in Krewen’s aura.

Just like the last time, he once again entered a deep state of attunement, only this time, instead of a sinister presence, he emanated an intense rage, his muscles bulging as if he were a barbarian in a Berserk State, ready to burst into a fight with little provocation.

Just as before, Krewen wasn’t preparing a single drink, but sixteen. The extra two were for newcomers who had joined.

It was clear they were locals—upon entering and seeing the scene, they silently took a seat in front of the bar, eagerly waiting for Krewen.

Such opportunities to enjoy a drink made by Father Krewen himself were rare, so naturally, they couldn’t let this one pass.

Father Krewen didn’t drive them away either, treating them equally, preparing a drink for them as well.

However, unlike the last occasion with fourteen uniquely different drinks from a single pot, this time it was like an assembly line with sixteen identical drinks in size, color, and aroma.

The cups used were of the size fit for a thumb, so even a woman could empty one in a single gulp.

With each one served, he would flick the top of the glass, sending it sliding smoothly to a patron’s place, not a bit too much or too little, perfectly centered with their body, demonstrating a transcendent and otherworldly mastery over control.

The final cup was placed in front of Gaven; Father Krewen’s expression solemn as he gestured an invitation, "Flame Fury, please!"

Gaven didn’t hesitate to down the cocktail named Flame Fury in one go.

Indeed, it was like fire down the throat, from tongue to esophagus to stomach; everywhere it passed went aflame, evoking the sensation of consuming Water of Life vodka.

As the flames exploded within him, an uncontrollable rage burst forth, blood surging through his veins, muscles bulging uncontrollably, filled with the desire to vent, to destroy.

Gaven instinctively glanced at his attribute panel.

As expected, his strength and constitution had both increased by two points, while some spell-related abilities had become limited.

This was no ordinary drink but an undisputed Magic Wine producing a pseudo-Beserk effect; its impact on ordinary folks was evident, but for Barbarians with inherent Berserk Ability, it was nothing short of a sacred concoction in the realm of booze, further catalyzing their Berserk power.

Even Gaven, with his strong will, managed to control himself; the female mages, the waitress staff, all began to act more boldly.

"Great wine, great wine, just too little, another one, please."

"Anyone interested in a contest, come on, let’s see who’s stronger."

"Strength contest? Why not box? Wrestle! Like Ms. Delara over there, slathered in honey wine, wrestling bare-Naked, now that’s flavorful!"

"Right, let’s do that one!"

"You think I won’t dare, but do you dare?"

"Bring it on, who’s afraid! Why aren’t you coming over?"

"Ha... Brainless fool, dreaming of good times! I am a Mage, how could I possibly wrestle and brawl with you, a Thief!"

"Shameless!"

"Ha ha... That’s what you get for having bosoms but no brains!"

Gaven didn’t pay any mind to the laughing and joking women around him, but thoughtfully said, "It’s not triggering their own emotions, but using one’s own emotions as a primer, with wine as the medium, drawing the patrons into the corresponding moods, or rather, into the atmosphere, hmm, no, it varies from person to person."

For a couple deep in love, serving them two glasses of Flame Fury would be most inappropriate, as it might lead their emotions astray, ignite conflict, and leave them annoyed and likely to give a bad review afterward, even if the wine was good.

For a group of sailors fresh off the boat looking for fun, serving them a round of Flame Fury would definitely ignite the entire tavern’s atmosphere."