That night, as usual, Alan was lying on the bar counter in a daze. Just as he was dozing off, there was a sound coming from the door of the tavern.
He looked up and saw that it was the elven queen Orina who disappeared for five whole days.
"Welcome back, beautiful elven lady," Alan greeted her with a bright smile.
"Long time no see, Alan." Orina, who had not drunk any wine, greeted him elegantly.
The two returned to the place where they had their first drink.
It was already dusk, and few people passed by on the street outside the tavern. Compared to the liveliness during the day, it was much quieter. Alan already lit all the candlesticks in the tavern.
As the candlelight danced, the empty hall became a little dim. Upon Orina's arrival, the entire hall seemed to become much brighter.
After Orina sat down by the bar counter, she looked at the wine bottles on the display case behind him. There was one more bottle than last time. Placing the two bottles with different shapes together looked very beautiful.
"Looks like the new version of Lafite was successfully brewed."Orina looked very happy, and her smile became much brighter.
Alan felt that there was something different about her today. She seemed more real.
"Yes, it's done. I won't let you down." Alan was also very happy, not just because of the money.
"Then, please give me a bottle."
"One gold coin!" After receiving the gold coin, Allen turned around to get the wine.
Although it was called Magic Lafite, it was still Lafite, so Alan served Orina using the same method to drink red wine.
"Every time I see you use these special wine sets, I feel like you've changed into a different person. You're glowing." Orina said as she rested her chin on her hand that was resting on the bar counter and stared at Alan.
"This is probably why people say 'the most handsome men are the ones who work hard." Alan kept his hands steady as he chatted with her.
"Hahaha, little brat, you are still far from becoming a man." Orina laughed so loudly that Alan felt that this was the real her.
She took off her dignified and elegant mask and temporarily removed the burden of the elves. What was left was only an innocent girl, and this was the real Orina.
"If there is a gap between me and becoming a man, then you are also far from becoming a mature woman," Alan retorted unceremoniously.
Orina was somewhat indignant and puffed up her cheeks in anger. "I am already 200 years old. If I were a human, I would be around 20 years old."
"Wow, then congratulations to you, a young girl who only has breasts but no brains."
"Please taste it, ma'am." Without giving her a chance to refute, he gently pushed the glass of wine in front of her.
She smelled the aroma of the red wine that she had been longing for. She shut her mouth resentfully and observed the glass of Lafite in front of her that contained magic power.
"I can already feel the magic power contained in it. It's quite rich," Orina said without taking her eyes off the glass.
"It was a waste to eat the magic grapes directly," she said as she looked into Alan's eyes.
"Don't worry about it. A little waste before discovering something new is allowed."
Orina raised the glass and drank her first mouthful of the Magic Lafite.
If eating the magic grapes was like an Archmage casting a low-level ice storm in her mouth, then this magic Lafite was like casting a high-level ice storm.
Orina felt the magic power in her body rolling along with the wine down into her stomach.
She immediately closed her eyes to meditate. Seeing her like this, Alan did not dare to move at all. Although he did not have magic power, he could feel that while Orina was meditating, there were changes in the surrounding air, and great pressure was pressing down on him.
When Orena finished meditating and opened her eyes, Alan finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry, I forgot that you're just an ordinary person. Were you alright when I was meditating just now?" Orina asked worriedly.
"Phew... fortunately, you ended it quickly, otherwise, something really would have happened..." the pressure of her magic power almost crushed Alan's bones. So this was the power of the top mage in the continent.
"Alan, do you know that the effect of the magic Lafite might be so much better than you expected? If you can't protect it, it's best not to sell it," Orina said to him with a serious face.
Alan was stunned by her words. He had never thought of such a situation. He suddenly realized that he was like a child with a treasure but no gun in his hand to defend it.
Orina saw that he did not look well and felt sorry for him, so she purposely said lightheartedly, "Don't worry too much. The elves will help you. You are my friend. I will never let you be bullied."
After Orina's suggestion, Alan knew that this level of magic Lafite was not suitable for daily sale.
Seeing that Orina was comforting him, Alan also calmed down. The most important thing at the moment was to complete the mission.
As for the danger, he'll worry about it when the time arrived. Perhaps, if he completed a few more missions, the system would give him a full body of Mana as a reward. At that time, he would not be afraid of any danger.
"I'm not worried. Don't underestimate me too much. I'm also very strong."
Alan and Orina stared at each other and both of them could not help but laugh. This laugh made them realize that they seemed to be closer to each other.
Before this, Alan could not imagine that the first friend he made after coming to this world was the elven queen.
In this simple tavern, during an ordinary night, under the slightly dim candlelight.
No one would have thought that the ill-fated relationship between the future top winemaker on the Hailar continent and the rock diva, who was popular throughout the continent, would be formed in such a simple environment.
Of course, the two of them were still far away from their future complex identities. Right now, this scene was more like two teenagers who had agreed on some important decisions that would affect the future.
Alan accompanied Orina and drank cup after cup. The topics of their conversation ranged from trivial matters to other people's trivial matters to their own matters.
This was the first time in her life that Orina made a friend on her own. She let down her guard and revealed her true self in front of Alan.
The two of them drank a bottle of wine until the moon was high in the sky. Sophia once again found that her queen disappeared. Her index finger pressed down hard on the blood vessels that popped up on her forehead. She took a deep breath to calm down the anger in her heart.
After thinking for a while, she went to the tavern at the end of the street.
She didn't break into the pub like last time. Instead, she stopped outside the door for a while and listened to the familiar laughter inside. Sophia couldn't help but sigh. It had been more than a hundred years since her queen laughed like this...
"Alan, give me another bottle!"
"No, if you drink more, you'll get drunk. If Sophia sees you drunk, she'll tear me into pieces." Alan firmly refused her request.
"Just one more bottle. Sophia isn't scary at all. She acts tough but she is really nice!"
Orina was not far from getting drunk. Alan, who was slightly drunk, was about to agree with her when he saw the figure behind her from the corner of his eyes.
He changed the topic and said with a serious face, "Orina, Sophia is strict with you for your own good. You have to understand her painstaking efforts."
"What do you know? !"
"Let me tell you, the elders in our clan are all stubborn old fogeys. They always ask me to do so many things that I don't like. Sophia is in cahoots with them!"
Orina shouted excitedly.
Alan looked at Sophia who was standing behind her, somewhat at a loss.
Hearing Orina's words, the expression on her face instantly became dejected.
"Sigh..." hearing this sigh, Alan felt that Orina became stiff.
"Your Majesty, you should go back and rest."
The Elven queen, who was happily complaining, suddenly stopped.
She lowered her head, her delicate little face flushed, even the tips of her ears were completely red.
Like a child who had done something wrong, she carefully moved the chair away and stood up.
"Well..." Alan looked at Sophia and didn't know what to say. She waved her hand to stop him from continuing.
"You should go back and rest." Sophia reminded her again, and then Orina obediently walked out of the tavern.
In the end, she slightly bowed to Alan who was at the bar counter, and turned around to chase after the queen who was walking in front.
"Alas..."
In the dark tavern, only Alan was left, with a heavy sigh.