The comfortable and familiar sensation reappeared in his body.
Grayson opened his mouth, exhaling a breath of hot air, and couldn't help but exclaim, "So comfortable!"
"Master Lynn, ever since I drank the gin brewed in your distillery, other liquors taste like they're half adulterated with water, utterly flavorless!"
"I even feel that the taste of the gin from Cyan Pavilion Island can't compare to your Lexus Gin, Master Lynn."
Lynn chuckled, "Then Mr. Grayson, you should drink more."
"When you're ready to leave, I can also send a few barrels your way."
Grayson's eyes lit up, "Thank you for your generosity, Master Lynn."
With Red pouring the drinks, it wasn't long before both Lynn and Grayson had downed a few cups.
Putting down the glazed cup in his hand, Lynn spoke to Grayson, "Mr. Grayson, have you heard of Magic Ore?"
Grayson heard the words without much surprise.
He replied to Lynn, "I've heard of it, but only just heard of it."
