After Samuel pulled out a wooden chair from the round table for him, he sat down without hesitation.
Lynn didn't mind, came to the opposite side of the round table, and sat down.
Soon.
Holding a wine glass in his left hand and a bottle of gin in a glazed bottle in his right, he came over to Lynn.
Red put down the wine glass, preparing to pour wine for Lynn and Semo.
Lynn stretched out his right hand and took the gin from Red's hand.
Under Semo's surprised gaze, he began pouring wine for him.
While pouring, Lynn said calmly, "Bishop Semo, you can try this batch of gin, it was just distilled and produced two days ago."
"Certainly."
"The longer the gin is stored, it becomes richer and more mellow."
"However, freshly made gin will have a different taste and flavor."
"Compared to Boss Hunter's tavern drinks, it should be fresher."
Semo said nothing.
Only his eyes stared directly at the golden liquid continuously flowing from the glazed bottle into the glazed cup.
