Thanks, I Can Picture It Now

Indeed.

Such a precious item, any normal person with a shred of common sense would keep it in a safe place.

Yet, not only did the other party knock it over, they knocked it into their own homemade fruit wine.

How could anyone think that isn't suspicious?

The Chariot: "I didn't think the Professor would be able to buy any on this trip, so I brewed a batch to pass the time."

The Chariot: "But just as I was connecting the fermentation tank, the Professor sent the item over. I got so excited I wanted to try it right away, but then the tank had a glitch. In my haste, I tipped it over."

Silence, the Cambridge of tonight.

Everyone watching the Cards fell into a state of speechlessness.

After all, such a sequence of events could only be described as too coincidental.

So coincidental that it felt like reading a novel.

The Star: "Thanks, I can picture it now."

After Ruan Qingyi twitched the corner of her mouth, she replied with great reluctance.

After all, if no one responded to him at a time like this, Riesling would be too pitiful.

The Chariot: "I am incredibly grateful that such an accident happened. Otherwise, if I had even taken a single sip, I'd probably be done for."

The Chariot: "Mhm, I understand."

Everyone knew how potent that stuff was; even for someone with the strongest willpower, once they got hooked, quitting was basically impossible.

So even for someone like Riesling, even in a world with magic, they wouldn't try it lightly.

The Hermit: "And then?"

The Chariot: "Then the Angel's Fall and my fruit wine had a magical conflict. After seeing the conflict, I immediately began analyzing the magic and the materials, and this is the result I arrived at."