Old John paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on the book Ethan was holding.
What could his Lord possibly want with him so early in the morning? And what was that book?
"Have you ever worked in winemaking?" Ethan asked, eyeing the man in front of him from head to toe.
An old man with a gentle smile, gray hair, and a sparse beard. He seemed like a pleasant person, overall.
"Well… I worked in that field when I was young and spent a few years in the capital," John replied, hesitating slightly. "But I never actually specialized in it."
"I see." Ethan nodded, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "This book contains recipes for producing a special type of wine. Do you think it would be possible to substitute the main ingredient with Lunar Green Grass Spirit?"
"Hm…" Old John picked up the book carefully.
He wasn't much of a reader, but he still knew his way around words. When he finished flipping through the pages, he let out a sigh.
