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Chapter 325: God of Wine

The Coffee Master’s face hardened “You can’t do that!”

Lan Jue rose to his feet “Why not? I’ll go do it now” He made for the door

“Fine! I’ll ent

“Too late! I’iven in conteh!”

Lan Jue cackled

Clearly he felt torturing the Coffee Master was an enjoyable past-ti Sunbucks

The Coffee Master’s words had e was a factor, he was the most likely candidate There were also other considerations The Citadels were likely surprised when, during their bullying, so h-class Adepts responded In truth, Lan Jue himself was surprised by the sheer nuons, the Avenue was certainly a force to be reckoned with

Of course the North, with their storied high-handed nature, were not happy with this situation This was likely a large part of their decision to hold the Adept tourna but helpful, and the patterns would be insightful There was still a o, he’d then have to find the descendant the Wine Master was after The Wine Master was a… tenacious fellow, so their trip was unlikely to be without incident So ht, he didn’t feel upset Perhaps it was because he’d spent three years wasting ti on, he felt life to besadness he’d felt was slowly abating, the busier he became

Beep! Beep! Beep! Lan Jue’s communicator started to buzz He lifted his arhtly when he saw the nureeted him

Lan Jue chortled “Yeah! Why, you didn’t save me any alcohol?”

The Gourmet’s voice was direct, and withoutfor the Underground, changed directions

He found his way to the s When he arrived, he found the door shut and the lights off However, with closer inspection he could see a screen blocking the light from inside He pushed the door open, reeted with the sight of several people, seated on either side of the Gour recent discoveries – Windbreaker, the Sea smile, she waved him over The Gourmet and the Pauper were on the opposite side The newly on smiled warmly at Lan Jue

The Jewelry Master pulled out a seat and joined therity You succeed, and then off you go leaving me in the Wine Master’s warpath Luckily I had i me”

The Gourmet smirked “So ere supposed to wait around for him to catch us? You knoell as we do, the Wine Master’s fay and crotchety exterior is an act – he’s a good man At worst, we’ll find ways to compensate him in other areas”

“Well if you haven’t drunk it yet, let’s take a look,” Lan Jue offered For the Gourht thievery, it had to be a particularly special acquisition

The Gour to the back He returned aa bottle

It looked very siundy area The rich, dark red fluid was filled to the bottle’s shoulders Clearly, someone had had a taste already

The label was faded and yellow, but Lan Jue could stillAt the very top was a coat of arms, but the ink was too worn for his swinging so of words: Vosne-Roe of fine wines immediately revealed it as a wine’s location – Romanée!

Beneath that was another: Cros Parantoux It was a ser Vosne-Romanée

In Ancient France, wines were labeled differently Bordeaux, for instance, was labeled according to Chataeu Chateau Lafite Rothschild, or Chateau Letour were exa froer swath, with the second naion within it That was considered the wine’s name