Edmund was a man of passion too, and he immediately burst out laughing. "Hahaha! First Prince, you really are just like the rumors say—you've got the same tastes as us soldiers!"
"That inferior liquor, baijiu, is only drunk by conscripts when they're broke and have no other choice. Someone, bring the First Prince some beer!"
"Wine has been the drink of nobles ever since the first kingdom. Grapes have to be specially cultivated, so it's incredibly expensive. Ale—or beer, as it's also called—can be brewed whenever there's surplus grain after growing wheat, so it's much cheaper. Usually, it's poor people and rough soldiers who drink it. I never would've guessed the First Prince liked beer."
Soldiers carried Oak Barrels over to Knight Commander Edmund and First Prince Lothair and set them down nearby. They brought out a huge wooden tankard and filled it to the brim.
The First Prince picked it up and immediately gulped it down. He drank so quickly that much of the beer ran from his lips, down his handsome beard, and onto the ground.
"Ah!" The First Prince finished it in one go, as if he were downing a bottle of liquid medicine. He shook his head. "That really quenches your thirst!"
"I'm used to drinking beer. You get a lot of it, and it's convenient to carry around. It quenches your thirst!"
"Water you carry yourself can go bad out in the wilderness. It feels awful when you drink it."
"Red wine is too expensive."
"And as for streams and rivers in the wilderness, you know how it is. Someone could toss a corpse into the water upstream and poison it, making the whole army suffer, couldn't they?" The First Prince hunched his neck and widened his eyes.
"True, beer comes in large quantities. But