"Old Sim's Brand!" Old Carl, who was about to enter the restaurant, halted and stared at Mag in disbelief. "Boss Mag, you're saying that the rum that you are selling was brewed by Master Old Sim himself?"
"Yes, it was." Mag nodded smilingly.
Although the real Old Sim had already passed away, because Hannah's skills were completely on par with her grandpa, the people from the Falk Tribe still called the rum made by Hannah Old Sim's rum. It could be considered as a rather famous local brand.
"H-how could that be possible?!" Old Carl stared at Mag with disbelief.
"You will naturally know after you taste it." Mag chuckled.
"Alright, I want to see if this Old Sim's rum is authentic or not." Old Sim nodded before he strode into the restaurant, and sat down at the closest seat. He couldn't wait to flip open the menu on the table.
In the alcohol column, there was one extra item: "Old Sim's rum—1,000 copper coins per cup"!
