You know, if it were cheap malt beer, you could buy ten pints with it!
Of course, this is called premium malt beer, but compared to the truly authentic kind, it's a world apart.
However, malt beer is a commoner's drink; nobles usually don't deign to drink it.
They typically drink wine, fruit wine from the Elf Forest, and white spirits.
What's it called again... Er Guotou?
That's what the minstrel said.
But Old John didn't order malt beer for drinking.
Under the bartender's astonished gaze, he carefully poured the beer out and sprinkled it on his wound.
"Hey, hey, Old John, what are you doing? Gone mad?! If you're not drinking it, give it to me. I've hardly ever tasted premium malt beer!"
"Hey, what do you know? I'm disinfecting! Otherwise, with a wound this deep and the weather this hot, it would get worse."
"Disinfecting? What nonsense is this...?"
