Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Chapter 138 Treasured Wine

The betting tables in the tavern have already been flipped three times.

The lame old man stood behind the small square table, his pen scribbling repeatedly on the parchment, the ink smearing into a mess. His lips trembled, not from worrying about the money, but from excitement.

"Thirty-eight rounds! Five chickens! Half a cow!" The old man's voice was hoarse but booming, audible throughout the entire tavern. "The one with odds of 1 to 3 won! Those who bet correctly, come and collect your money!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd.

Some people were pushing and shoving towards the old man, some were standing on chairs whistling, and some were blowing directly into the barrels of liquor. Wilford stood in the middle of the crowd, laughing like a two-hundred-pound child, his face crinkled with wrinkles.

Diaz sat in the corner.

The beer in his hand had gone completely cold.

He didn't drink it.

He looked at Wayne with a complicated expression.

The differences between people are not small.

Wayne swallowed the last piece of beef, picked up a napkin, and wiped his mouth. His movements were slow and elegant, like wiping a chalice in a church—not at all like someone who had just eaten half a cow.

"That's about it," he said.

Wilford leaned closer, his eyes shining like two copper bells.

"Your Excellency, are you still able to eat? There's still half a lamb left in the kitchen, would you like to roast it too?"

"No need, Mayor, that's enough."

"Is that enough? Is that really enough?" Wilford's tone carried a hint of lingering regret. "Please don't be shy, we're happy today, eat as much as you want."

Wayne glanced at him.

"It would be impolite to eat any more."

Wilford paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Alright, alright," he turned around and shouted to the crowd, "That's enough, stop gambling! His Holiness the Bishop isn't eating anymore!"

A sigh of disappointment came from the crowd.

The lame old man slammed his pen on the table and sighed.

"What a pity, I was hoping to see if I could get the 50th turn."

Someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Be content, old man. How much did you win today?"

The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Not much, just enough for three months."

The triplets emerged from behind the bar.

Lizzie walked at the front, carrying a tray with three small porcelain cups on it. The cups were small, barely bigger than a thumb, and covered with a thin layer of milk skin.

Leah followed behind, carrying a flask of wine. The flask was silver, with incomprehensible patterns engraved on its surface, and a faint milky aroma wafted from its spout, mixed with a refreshing sweetness.

Lina walked at the back, carrying three hot towels, neatly folded and arranged on a plate.

The three sisters walked up to Wayne and stood still.

The noise in the tavern subsided somewhat.

All eyes were drawn to this side.

Lizzie placed the tray in front of Wayne, picked up a small porcelain cup, and handed it to him with both hands.

"Your Excellency, this is our own homemade milk wine. It'll help cut through the richness of the wine, please have a taste."

Wayne took the cup and glanced down at it.

The wine was milky white, thick like diluted cream, with a thin film of milk skin trembling slightly at the rim of the glass. He took a sniff; the aroma of milk was mixed with a faint scent of wine.

On the other side, Diaz leaned back in his chair, his wine glass already set down, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smirk, giving him an indescribable air of sleazy smirk.

Diaz was an expert in certain areas. Having spent twenty years in Frosttown, what kind of liquor hadn't he tasted? Ale, fruit wine, mead, herbal wine, and even the spirits brought back from the North by female adventurers—he could identify their origin and vintage with his eyes closed.

He had, of course, drunk the milk wine made from milk, which was for ordinary people.

This is a true collector's edition, not for sale to the public.

Diaz knew this rule.

Some time ago, he spent twenty gold coins and pulled several strings to buy a small bottle from a female adventurer.

One bite, and the taste...

Diaz picked up the now-cold ale, took a sip—it was bitter. He put the glass down, glanced at Wayne again, and his gaze held a deeper meaning.

It's not jealousy, it's admiration.

I admire you to the point of prostration.

What he couldn't accomplish even with twenty gold coins, Wayne did without lifting a finger. That's the difference. Comparison is the thief of joy.

Wayne picked up his glass and took a sip.

The moment the milk wine touched his lips, he frowned slightly, not because it tasted bad, but because it tasted good.

It tastes abnormally good.

The milky aroma explodes on the tip of the tongue, mixed with an indescribable sweetness—not the sweetness of honey, not the sweetness of fructose, but a different kind of sweetness, like the spring breeze, like the morning dew, like something that shouldn't exist in this world.

After finishing the drink, the control panel appeared.

[Basic ingredients: goat milk, honey, malt, yeast. Fermentation time: three days. Other ingredients: warm broth from a cradle. Alcohol content: approximately 8%. Taste: sweet and mellow, suitable for those who do not drink alcohol regularly.]

[Benefits: Relieves greasiness, aids sleep, and alleviates anxiety. Long-term consumption can improve skin condition, enhance immunity, and delay aging.]

[Note: This is the exclusive recipe of the Leah sisters, kept secret. It cannot be bought in stores, no matter the price. They only give it to those they deem worthy. To maintain the quality of the drinks, they meticulously control the food and beverages.]

Wayne drank it all in one gulp.

Wayne didn't care much about the production of the drinks, because in his mind, as long as it tasted good, it was a good product.

Lizzie stood at the back, holding a plate of hot towels, folded neatly and stacked in an orderly fashion. Her eyes were full of anticipation, and the tight grip of her fingers on the edge of the plate betrayed her nervousness.

"Your Excellency," Lina spoke, her voice soft but clear, "Is it good?"

Wayne was silent for a moment.

"It tastes good."

Lina's lips curved into a smile.

"That's good." She reached out and picked up the other two small porcelain cups on the tray, handing one to Leah and the other to her. "Sister, let's also toast His Holiness the Bishop."

The three sisters simultaneously picked up their cups, took a sip at the same time, and put the cups down at the same time, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed it many times.

The noise in the tavern resumed, but the triplets remained standing in front of Wayne, showing no sign of leaving.

Lina put the empty cup back on the tray.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

"Um."

"There's something I'd like to ask you."

Wayne looked at her.

"What is it?"

Lina glanced left and right to make sure no one was paying attention before taking a half-step forward, her voice very low.

"My two sisters and I are feeling a bit unwell. We've heard your treatments are very effective, so we'd like to ask you... to take a look at us."

Her voice grew softer and softer, the last word almost drowned out by the noise of the tavern.

Wayne didn't say anything.

Lina thought he had rejected her, so she quickly added a sentence.

"We know you're busy. You treat so many people every day, we feel bad about cutting in line. But the tavern is too busy, we don't have time during the day, and we have to take care of the kids at night..."

She paused.

"So I was wondering if it would be possible to trouble you after the banquet tonight...?"

The three sisters stood in a row, each with a different expression.

But their eyes are the same.

look forward to.

Wayne put down the napkin in his hand.

"Can."

Lina's eyes lit up.

"real?"

"It's true. Healing and saving lives is a priest's duty."

The three sisters smiled happily.

"Then..." Lina's voice was much lighter than before, "Shall we go to the church to find you after the banquet?"