Werther pushed open the door and walked straight into the bar, which was full of Pirates.
Once inside, Werther noticed that most of the Pirates barely reacted to him. A few even looked eager to try their luck.
As the saying went, before a drink, I belong to the world; after a drink, the world belongs to me.
These Pirates had clearly had plenty. Werther had heard them shouting and laughing even before he came in.
"Give me a glass of your house specialty."
Werther had little interest in ordinary liquor. He had come for this place's specialty.
The house drink suited the bar's name: it, too, was called "Fire and Knife."
Before long, the bartender set a glass of pale red liquor in front of him. One sniff told Werther it was Absolute strong.
So he took a long swig.
Wasn't that the whole pleasure of drinking hard liquor?
"Ha. Not bad."
Werther began gulping down his Fire and Knife. Behind him, the Pirates' conversations drifted over.
"Did you hear? The Kokinis auction house got hold of a huge batch of fine liquor. A few bottles are incredibly rare. You'd never normally see them."
"Really? Must be worth a fortune, then. Ten million Beli?"
"Hahaha! Ten million? That would only buy you a few of the less impressive bottles. I heard from a friend that the opening bid for the whole lot at Kokinis is one hundred million Beli."
An uproar spread through the Pirates around them.
"Don't joke around. A hundred million Beli is the price of a Devil Fruit. No way."
"Yeah. Who'd spend a hundred million Beli on booze?"
The Pirate who had named the price sneered.
"Hmph. How could paupers like you understand those noble lords? It sounds expensive to us, but to them, it's