The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 452

Brichelion Rosato, for most people, was something unfamiliar.

However, for Nathan and his group, it was something they had heard of.

Romona was even starting to lose her composure. “The seven-star wine recipe, Brichelion Rosato?”

Finnegan nodded, “That's correct.”

Romona thought, How could that be possible?

However, the taste of the wine was right there, undeniable, proving that actions speak louder than words.

“Where did you get it from?” asked Romona.

In the liquor market, five-star liquor was considered the pinnacle of liquors.

As such, she was genuinely curious about where Finnegan had obtained the recipe for the seven-star liquors.

Not only that, it was the imperial wine from ancient times!

Finnegan laughed, saying, “How it came to be is not important. What matters is how you feel after you've tasted it!”

Casting a surreptitious glance at Finnegan, who was deliberately keeping silent, Romona said, “It's better than the national wine!”

Stephen and Waylynn were also evaluated the wine similarly.

“You all really lack skill!” He scorned them, leaving them speechless for a moment.

Then, Finnegan turned to Nathan and asked, “What do you think about this, Old Mr. Wright?”

Nathan took another sip and then gave his sincere appraisal. “The wine has a rich aroma, full-bodied and lingering. The flavor danced on the tongue, and as it slid down the throat. It was warm and smooth, yet it did not lose the potency of strong liquor. I've been drinking for a lifetime. I think only fifty-year-old national wine can reach this standard!”

Upon hearing Nathan's evaluation, Bernice felt a great weight was lifted off her heart.

She was also quite curious. Is the wine really that good?

She had to restrain herself from indulging too much, as she still had to drive later.

After giving his assessment, Nathan turned his gaze toward the tonic and that bottle of beer. “I presume these two are also quite good, aren't they?”

Finnegan nodded and didn't beat around the bush. “This pure tonic is brewed from a recipe used for the royal court's imperial wine, and it's a six-star tonic. As for the beer, it's brewed from a recipe I wrote myself using wheat, and the test results rated it at five-and-a-half-star. It's named Sinues Beer!”

Upon hearing that, Stephen and his companions widened their eyes.

A seven-star Brichelion Rosato, a six-star, Shelo Nectar, and a five-and-a-half-star beer.

A person who could obtain even one of those formulas could potentially build an industry worth trillions within a mere span of twenty years.

Yet, Finnegan had three of them.

Even Nathan couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

However, in just a fleeting moment, he regained his composure. “Indeed, they are all fine wines.”

He then turned to Stephen. “Aside from the beer, put the other two bottles away for me. Bring them along when we go to Durbaine next time to tease those old fellows a bit.”

“Grandpa, that's not fair of you.”

“Stephen is right. Granddad, you can't do this. We still have drinks to enjoy.”

“Absolutely. Grandpa, you can't just hoard good wine for yourself. We won't allow it.”

As a result, Stephen and his two companions immediately objected. They quickly picked up the wine bottle and filled their own glasses, not giving Nathan the opportunity to monopolize the drink.

Observing this scene, Bernice was somewhat taken aback yet also filled with envy.

To her astonishment, Stephen and his group actually dared to act so bizarrely in front of Nathan.

She envied herself for never having acted strangely in front of Bruce and Millicent from childhood to adulthood.

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