The Immortal's Wine Store Chapter 329
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"Little Sister Meimei, you mean to say that the three of you are working under someone?" Zorzoch who was listening at the sidelines could not help but ask
Meimei nodded her head at Zorzoch with a smile on her face. As if she was proud about working for someone.
Looking at Meimei's naive expression, Zagan hardened his heart and asked. "Little Sister Meimei, is the owner of this store strong?"
Hearing that, Meimei's expression turned into worship as she replied with great confidence. "Master is the strongest in the world."
Azgonoth who was about to open his wine almost fell on his chair when he heard the girl's answer. 'Little Sister, aren't you being too honest here? You actually dare to boast about your master being the strongest in the world? Do you not fear His Majesty's rage at all?'
Physoris glanced to her left and right. After seeing that no one else was inside the store, she heaved a sigh of relief.
"Little Sister Meimei, even if your master is strong, you shouldn't randomly say such things. If someone from the Imperial Family overhears you, they might destroy this entire place." Physoris warned her with a grave look.
"Destroy my master's store?" A look of disdain surfaced in Meimei's eyes upon hearing Physoris' words. As if it was the funniest joke she has heard in her life.
Behind her, Xiaoxiao also covered her small mouth as she chuckled lightly. They didn't think seriously of Physoris' warning at all.
Seeing that her advice wasn't taken seriously, Physoris was more surprised than angry. Just who was the master of these ladies? To think that they are so confident in his strength.
"Guests, can we take your orders now? Sister Blue might get angry if we continue to chat idly with you guys." Meimei said as she chuckled lightly.
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"Hahaha! Of course! I want five bottles of Blade Divinity Ardent Spirit." Zagan laughed heartily as said those words. He had already gotten his answers and from the confident looks of the two girls, Zagan was certain that they weren't lying. However, was their master really as strong as they claimed him to be? He was eager to find out more about this mysterious master.
"I'll also order five bottles of Blade Divinity Ardent Spirit." Zorzoch did not want to be outdone, so he also ordered five bottles of the most expensive wine in the store. Although he felt his heart aching for his Blood Stones, he felt that the information he gained was more than enough to compensate for his loss.
"Five? Alright! We'll go get your orders right away!" Meimei's eyes lit up and she immediately pulled Xiaoxiao with her to the wine storage.
After the two of them left, the four Demon Lords glanced at each other.
"Lady Physoris, who do you think could command three Nascent God Realm savage beasts to work for him?" Azgonoth was the first one who broke the silence.
Physoris shook her head and sighed. "I'm not too sure either, but it should be at least an Origin God Realm expert. Which means someone with power equal to a Demon Ancestor."
Her words stunned the three Demon Lords into silence. That was how shocking a Demon Ancestor's power was. Even in the Crimson Fiend Continent, there are only a few experts at that level. All of them were individuals who can command the wind and clouds in the continent. Demon Ancestor Jun was among these people. However, even Demon Ancestor Jun did not have the ability to make Demon Lords willingly work for him.
When experts reach a high enough realm, their pride and dignity would also be proportional to their strength. That was also why the Demon Lords were shocked when they saw how Meimei and Xiaoxiao were so confident about their master.
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"Regardless if their words are true or not, let's not speak about this matter carelessly. We must report this to Demon Ancestor Jun immediately." Azgonoth said with a solemn voice. He then glanced at the two bottles of wine on the table and opened one bottle without thinking.
A wave of delicate aroma suddenly assailed his nostrils, almost causing the calm Azgonoth to jump in surprise. "Such a fragrant smell!" He exclaimed unconsciously.
It wasn't just him, the three Demon Lords had similarly smelled the alluring fragrance brought upon by the scent of the wine. They found it unbelievable that a bottle of wine could actually have such a heavenly lingering aroma. They were of high status and they had already tasted the best wines there is in the market, but they had never smelled such amazing wine before!
Zagan and Zorzoch stared at the opened bottle in Azgonoth hands. They eagerly wanted to snatched it from the man, but when they recalled who this guy was, they controlled themselves from doing so.
"Wow! It seems like the wines here are worth their price!" Physoris said in amazement. She could not help but lick her full red lips after smelling the aromatic scent.
Despite his surprise, Azgonoth was able to swiftly calm himself. He quickly filled his cup with wine and hurriedly brought the cup to his mouth. He sniffed it one more time before drinking it.
In contrast with the wine's delicate fragrance, its flavor was actually quite strong. Azgonoth could feel his throat burning as the intense taste of the wine assaulted his mouth, but soon after that, a cool sensation suddenly enveloped his whole body. As if a splash of cold water to a person under a hot weather. It felt so refreshing that it made Azgonoth close his eyes to savor every second of the lingering aftertaste.
"Good wine!" He praised as he licked his lips. He could not help but take a glance at the bottles on the table. To think that such fine wine had remained unknown to him until now. It was inconceivable!
After hearing Azgonoth's heartfelt praise, Physoris eagerly opened a bottle for herself and quickly filled her cup, but when she realized that she had shown an unladylike demeanor, she coughed lightly as she slowly lifted the silver cup to her mouth.
From the smell alone, she could already tell that this was a high-quality wine.
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