'He wants to see my face, huh?' Jacob easily guessed Bryan's intention behind offering him the Spirit Cold Ale!
But he didn't mind as he removed his mask, revealing his tattooed face, and then opened the cork as well.
Bryan's eyes flashed with astonishment when he saw it was a barbarian. Frugal and Aven's races were easy to guess because of their size, and only Jacob's background was ambiguous.
"I never thought I would see a barbarian working with giants. What a sight." Bryan chuckled.
Jacob coolly asked, "Why is that?"
He then drinks a mouthful of the ale within gourd, and instantly an icy cold sensation enriched with a unique tipsy flavor spread in his mouth. His pupils dilated as he felt an ice bomb gone off his mouth.
"Strong!" He exclaimed as frost mist exhaled with his breath.
"Hahaha… you are the first outsider I've seen who hadn't spit the Spirit Cold Ale on their first try." Bryan laughs with a pleased expression.
