Dark immediately recognized one of the bottles as "Fairy Wine," then looked at the other. "What kind of wine is this?"
"Beast King," Simmons said.
The wine called "Beast King" was clear and looked nothing special, but it was likely strong liquor.
After thinking for a moment, Dark asked, "How does this 'Beast King' compare to 'Eight Wilds'?"
Simmons said, "Eight Wilds is fiery as soon as it touches the tongue, while Beast King tastes sweet. Its fierceness only reveals itself after it reaches your stomach."
In other words, it had quite the kick afterward.
Dark understood immediately and asked, "How much?"
Uncle Simmons glanced at him. "Cost price. Three thousand."
Dark nodded without bargaining.
He knew he was already getting a bargain.
After the deal was settled, Dark sat down and chatted with Uncle Simmons for nearly half an hour, mainly about Professor Sylph's everyday life.
Dark did not actually know much, but even from his simple account, Uncle Simmons looked as though he had found the finest accompaniment to his drink, his eyes shining.
Once they had talked enough, Dark left.
In his heart, he also hoped that the estrangement between Uncle Simmons and Professor Sylph would soon disappear.
Afterward, Dark wandered Traveler Street until the afternoon before returning to the Castle. Once he had put everything away, he headed to the Duel Hall again and practiced in the ranked matches of the "Golden Cup."
One or two duels a week was not too frequent, yet it kept him in form. He actually liked that arrangement quite a lot.
Only after the duel did Dark return to his dormitory and begin the experiments related to Bunny Grass.
He had, in truth, been looking forward to this day for a very long time.
Moreover, as he continued to