The owner of the izakaya noticed that Yeshen LAN seemed to be in a daze."
"Lord godmist, I've seen your medical report. Although it's incurable, it's not a problem to extend your life by a few years. You'll be able to use this money. As long as you can live on, this money can help you make up for many regrets!"
Thinking that Yeshen LAN was worried about his terminal illness, the owner of the izakaya couldn't help but try to persuade her again.
"Ding! Ding!"
At this moment, the doorbell rang. The owner of the izakaya saw this and got up to the door. He opened the door and took the wine from the bartender, then closed the door again.
Returning to Yeshen Lan's side, the izakaya's boss handed one of the glasses of wine to Yeshen LAN and said,"
"Mr. Godmist, please consider it. I really want to get this game reward. I hope you can help me!"
Yeshen LAN grabbed the wine cup and downed it in one go.