Ayton Base!

What surprised Edmund even more was that these mercenary experts, who were usually invincible and powerful, did not disperse when they arrived at the bar. Instead, they stood there, as if they were waiting for the arrival of some big shot.

"The only person who can make these top experts wait is probably…"

Edmund's heart trembled as if he had thought of something. His expression could not help but change drastically.

At this moment, an old man pushed open the door and entered amidst a snowstorm. The old man's hair was messy, and he had a red nose. He burped from time to time. His eyes were incomparably turbid, as if he was an old drunkard that could be seen everywhere on the streets of the extreme north.

When Edmund saw him, his pupils immediately constricted.

"That's the God of Wine, Haas!"