The open-air balcony on which O'Neal stood was large and built high.
Standing here, one could see almost the entire Wetland City.
Roland stood next to him and asked, "Are you guys afraid that I'll get in the way, or are you afraid that I'll… steal your 'heads'?"
O'Neal smiled as he handed Roland a glass of wine from the nearby tabletop and said, "Try it."
Hmm?
Though somewhat puzzled, Roland took a sip.
It tasted good, better than any of the wines he had ever had before, and the faint flavor of grapes still lingered in his mouth after the drink went down.
"This was made by us players." O'Neal continued, "This wine has been sold out of Wetland City. Even Urganda has merchants rushing over just to ship the wine."
Roland was still a little confused. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Do you know how many specialties there are in Wetland City that are well-known outside?" O'Neal asked.
