Old Nick gave a flattering smile, repeatedly wiping his hands on his apron while gazing eagerly at John.
"When others come by, I'm certainly busy for a while, but since it's you, Commander, my workload seems to lighten."
Old Nick chuckled as he eyed the wine bottle in John's hand, silently swallowing his saliva, his expression pitiful.
"Who was it last time that said they could summon a few people to help me out?"
"If we could have a few more hands around here, wouldn't our master blacksmith be less busy? Perhaps even have some time for a drink, right?"
John swayed the wine bottle, and Old Nick's eyes were glued to it, his eyeballs following every movement of the bottle as if all his attention was fixed solely on it.
The amount of monkey wine was actually not much; a bottle could only offer four or five sips, but the aroma was incredibly enticing.
