I'm such an old god, so sorry

"You are......"

Bodini asked, smoothing the messy blue hair on his head.

Xiude looked up and down at the young man in front of him. He was tall and straight. The gray samurai suit was just right on him, and his face looked handsome. It was just red and swollen eyes, dense scum, and the smell of alcohol. The impression score plummeted.

"It's a customer, this is [Mellow Blood], I want to buy a batch of drinks."

Xiude said.

"You have come to the wrong place. [Mellow Blood] is bankrupt. This place has been sold out. The demolition team is expected to come in a few days."

Bodini said solemnly.

"Oh, why is this?"

Suddenly was disappointed, knocked his head down in despair, and then asked Bodini again:

"Do you know where the original owner of [Mellow Blood] went? Other important staff will do."

"why?"

Bodini looked at Xiude again, and he keenly noticed that the "sword saint" had hidden the man in front of him as the master, and the dark odd-shaped sword was guarding him silently.

There is a sword saint waiting to be sent to act as a personal bodyguard. This kind of treatment is extremely rare even among the princes of Su Duo. After all, in the kingdom of Su Duo, the status of the sword sage is generally higher than that of ordinary princes and nobles.

"A big man like you can enjoy more high-end wines. [Mellow blood] is only well received by the people. At best, the products will be exported to Su Duo when it was brilliant before, but in Su Duo's capital, There should be better masters who can serve you."

After hearing the words, Xiude was taken aback, looked at Mistoria, and immediately understood what the other party had misunderstood, but it was not a misunderstanding in fact.

"How can this be the same!"

Xiu Deyi said righteously: "Do you think I haven't tasted other expensive beverages? But... But since I drank [Melted Blood]'s Eternal Falling Abyss, those things are almost like horse urine ,Dull!"

Bodini's godless pupils gradually enlarged, and said: "Eternally falling into the abyss?"

"This is it."

Xiude took out the empty wine bottle that fell into the abyss. He took the empty wine bottle with him because he was looking for the place of origin.

"Can you let me smell it?"

There is no information that can be found from the packaging alone. After obtaining the consent of Shude, Bodini took a deep sip from the bottle mouth, closing his eyes and meditating.

After a while, he opened his bright eyes:

"It turned out to be it!"

"What, do you know?"

Xiude hurriedly asked, in his opinion, those who can persist in the brewery even when the company has closed down, are all outstanding employees in the company, perhaps they know that the abyss will fall forever.

"This kind of wine is no longer available long ago, you guys... are not Su Duo people?"

Xiude nodded, there is nothing to conceal: "Yes, because there is something to enter the Suduo Kingdom, of course, other trivial things are trivial, I made a special trip to buy this wine."

"That's it."

Bodini’s eyes softened. People outside of Sudor were obsessed with tasting the home-brewed wine. They even went to the extremely closed Sudor Kingdom to find the source of production. This passion is enough to make Every craftsman feels warm.

"Just a moment please."

Bodini temporarily changed his mind. He can go to the capital anytime. He is not in a hurry for a day or two. He rarely meets loyal foreign customers. The young man's cold heart seems to shine in a ray of sunshine.

He ran back to the underground wine cellar, found one of the boxes in the dusty wine pile for many years, and then moved to the ground.

"Please come in."

Bodini invited the two of Xiude to sit down at the wine table in the room, and gave them a crystal clear moonlight glass, and then wiped the wine bottle containing the fine wine under the coveted gaze of Xiude, to Everyone here poured a cup full.

"Huh... cool!"

First, Xiude drank his cup, alive like a satisfied addict.

"Hehe.... This is a variety developed by my grandfather. It is also one of the top three high-quality wines in our family's winemaking history."

Berdini smiled and sat down, shaking his glass.

"Your grandfather?"

Shude asked as he brought the glass of Mistoria's wine over and drank it.

"Yes, I am the last heir to [Mellow Blood]."

Bodini said in a daze, but he quickly exposed this seemingly heavy topic, and seriously introduced the wine to Xiude:

"The Eternal Falling Abyss you mentioned should be a translated name from the outside world, and its original name should be called [Xingkong Crimson]."

The young man emptied the wine onto another goblet. The crimson liquid had different luster, and there was a little silver star dust in the clear liquid.

"Look, isn't this as beautiful as the starry sky? Crimson, intoxicating..."

"The starry sky is blue!"

A sharp drink interrupted Berdini's narration, and he was so frightened that the latter spilled the wine on the table, and it was a pity to see Xiude.

Mistoria pulled up the brim of her hat, and stared at Bodini with her beautiful eyes full of anger. The cool and unrestrained Miss Hunter looked very angry, but the winemaker didn’t know what to say, and didn’t understand how she provoke the sword. "Holy" level lady.

"It doesn't matter what color, you continue, she has some obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Xiude sighed and said in front of the people of the starry sky that the starry sky was not blue, which was like blasphemy in front of mad believers.

He waved his hand to signal Mistoria to calm down, and pushed the drunk glass over again:

"If you have wine, you tell stories... or if you have wine, I can tell stories."

Chapter 17 Shilang Port

"Wine and the story... it is indeed a perfect match."

Bodini's eyes lit up, his eyes blurred while he hadn't touched a drop of wine.

"But forget it, we only drink and don't tell stories."

The blue-haired youth shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "As you can see, this [mellow blood] that has been passed down for hundreds of years is already in the past. Even if I ask me to say anything, I can only spit out unpleasant bitterness. Language.... Similarly, I don’t want to listen to other people’s stories, whether it’s joyous or sad."

Hearing the words, Xiude squeezed the wine glass silently, thinking a little.