"Alright, stop being so grumpy," Pannis patted Blue Hand, who still looked irritated, trying to reassure him, "We didn't trick you, it's just that you probably can't taste this type of wine. But I guarantee that after we finish our tasks, we'll definitely get you a few barrels of strong alcohol, you should be able to taste those. Yet, I doubt you'll like it. After all, alcohol doesn't affect your body, and it's hard to experience the feeling we mentioned just by taste."
"It's okay, as long as it's novel. But don't make me wait so many years again," Blue Hand thought for a moment and nodded, "And prepare enough. I want to share some with my friends. Oh, right, I came here with my friends. You need to roast some food for me. I like it, my friends and I are going to eat."
"So the others are your friends, huh." Pannis looked into the fog and said, "Why didn't they come with you?"
