Hearing You Call Me Dad Makes Me Feel Good

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.