325 God of Wine

The Coffee Master’s face hardened. “You can’t do that!”

Lan Jue rose to his feet. “Why not? I’ll go do it now.” He made for the door.

“Fine! I’ll make more Blue Mountain.” The Coffee Master’s voice was urgent.

“Too late! I’m a gentleman of moral integrity. I won’t accept gifts given in contempt.”

“Rrrggh!”

Lan Jue cackled.

Clearly he felt torturing the Coffee Master was an enjoyable past-time. Lan Jue was in a much better mood leaving Sunbucks.

The Coffee Master’s words had made a great deal of sense; if age was a factor, he was the most likely candidate. There were also other considerations. The Citadels were likely surprised when, during their bullying, so many high-class Adepts responded. In truth, Lan Jue himself was surprised by the sheer number. With the addition of the Gourmet and Bookworm as Paragons, the Avenue was certainly a force to be reckoned with.