Although the two veterans had acted as though they did not care about the recent accident.
Chachai, the former captain, did not let down his guard. Cautiously, he sent several Gu Worms into the cellar after Madam Rosmerta, monitoring everything she did.
"—This isn't your fault, really."
Wu Zihao toyed with a diamond-studded lighter in hand as he followed behind the tall, shapely proprietress. His greedy gaze roamed over her back, catching the sway between her waist and rounded hips. "It was just an accident... Wow, your wine cellar smells wonderful! I was wondering where that unique fragrance on you came from. So it was mixed with the scent of time!"
He twitched his nose and casually edged closer, as if merely breathing in the wine fragrance permeating the air. Yet he was standing far too close to the proprietress.
Rosmerta was still somewhat shaken.
The hand clutching The Wand trembled slightly.
Yet she keenly noticed the young man pressing ever closer to her and could not help letting out a strange whimper. She subtly changed direction, leading her guest deeper into the cellar.
"—Ah, I'm terribly sorry for frightening your friends."
Her voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear in the quiet cellar. "Let me see... Ninety, ninety-one, ninety-two... Ah, found it! This barrel is a batch of mead I personally sealed here twelve years ago. Its flavor is richer than the oak-aged kind Dumbledore praised."
"How could I possibly accept that?"
Though Wu Zihao knew little about the Magic World, he understood the difference between accelerated aging and true vintage aging. He immediately tried to dissuade her. "What happened just now was only a minor accident. My friends won't mind... An ordinary barrel of mead will do. Or your house specialty, that Butterbeer, is delicious too."
"No, my grandfather