The cork was pulled out, and the fragrance of the alcohol wafted out.
Lucien, who was rather expectant, started frowning. He poured a glass for himself, and put it next to his nose to take a sniff. After that, he turned to Mag, and said, "Sir, is your wine burnt?"
"Yeah. There's the smell of smoke," another person agreed. Although it was not a nasty smell, it was not something that should appear in alcohol.
The other courtiers all pulled a face. They had never been fooled with inferior goods when they were out for a drink. This owner was not being honest.
Bobby looked at Mag. He had a rather good impression of this owner, but if there was something wrong with this alcohol, the other party had better explain himself.
