Han Qiwu instinctively wanted to shout, "I'll take them both," but pulled back the words just as they reached his lips.
He only had 3179 gold coins in his pocket—not enough.
"Egger, if I order both, would you give me a discount?" Han Qiwu asked thick-skinnedly.
Egger's face immediately twisted with anger upon hearing the question, his bushy beard bristling.
"You brat! That's the last time Egger tolerates you saying those words! This is a complete insult to my cocktail mastery!"
"Fine, I'll take Blood Magic Absinthe." Han Qiwu swiftly selected Blood Magic Absinthe and paid up in haste.
The best way to shut up a shop owner is to spend money.
Sure enough, once Egger saw the 2600 gold coins, he instantly quieted down.
"Don't worry, kid. The Blood Magic Absinthe will give you a delightful afternoon!" Egger turned toward the bar counter. "And a delightful night... and a delightful next day."
Han Qiwu: "...Delightful? If I don't hustle for a whole day, I feel itchy all over!"
