The woman lying on the wine table has healthy long green hair and is wearing a white top. Her plump body is squeezing the table. There is a large wine glass in her hand, which is already empty.
"Hello, Miss Maisel." Ringo walked to the table and greeted him politely.
The woman on the table raised her head, her blue pupils were full of drunkenness, and her speech was somewhat incoherent.
"Did you come to strike up a conversation with me? Hey, you look good. I don't hate you, but I don't know what you are capable of."
The woman's gaze suddenly became obscene, scanning Ringer's crotch.
No wonder there is a saying called drunkenness. Ringer used to think that this sentence was actually some kind of clumsy excuse, but when he saw the woman in front of him, he suddenly realized that this sentence was used to describe this kind of person.
Linger looked a little helpless. Why would the boss of the guild hire such a woman to manage the warehouse, not only drinking in broad daylight, but also talking freely. Can such a person really manage the wine warehouse?
If he were the boss, he would never trust the management of wine to such a person.
But he still wanted to ask this woman for information, so he could only be patient.
"Miss Maisel is indeed very attractive, but I didn't come here for this reason."
In all honesty, the woman in front of me is impeccable in terms of body and appearance, but in terms of personality... Ringer doesn't know what her real personality is, but as far as the first impression is concerned, it is really not very good.
"Most men will say that when they strike up a conversation with me, but their eyes are like the tongues of wild dogs, wanting to lick every part of my body." Messer glanced at Ringer with drunken eyes, suddenly a little surprised . "But you hid it quite deeply, kid."
There seems to be no such worldly desire in the eyes of the man in front of him.
Ringo was amused that the barnkeeper seemed overconfident in his own charm.
"Hey, what do you mean by that mocking look in your eyes? It makes me want to beat you up."
Messer's observation skills are very keen, which makes Linge start to doubt whether she is really drunk or pretending to be drunk.
"Miss Maisel misunderstood, I really don't have ulterior motives, I am very interested in fine wine, and I want to ask you about a kind of wine."
Mercer nodded.
"Yeah, I see, you've already surpassed 80% of men in what I like."
What did she understand? Linge was angry and funny, but as long as she could ask for information, she would let her fill in the details.
"May I ask where you ordered the new wine 'Purple Smoked Wind' in the store? I like the taste of this wine very much, and I want to meet the master who brewed this superb wine." Linger's tone was sincere.
"Who are you? Why should I tell you?" Messer suddenly sat up straight and said tremblingly.
"Well, I can pay the necessary compensation."
"Bah!" Messer spat on the ground with a look of contempt on his face, "I don't want money."
Ringer's temples twitched slightly.
"Then what do you want?"
"I want you..." Messer deliberately dragged out his voice, "make me happy."
Linge heaved a sigh of relief, he sold his body for information, he couldn't do that kind of thing, but after listening to Messer's request, his brows frowned again.
"To make you happy?"
"Yes, whatever method you use, if you can cheer me up, maybe I'll tell you."
Messer stuck out her tongue mischievously like a girl, suspected of being tender.
"You are really sensitive, well, I promise, as long as you make me happy, I will tell you."
Ringer felt dizzy for a while.
What a troublesome woman to make such an unreasonable request.
"How about it, do you want to agree? Many men want to please me, but they haven't had this chance yet." Messer's expression seemed to be both showing off and provocative.
Linge glanced at her, and suddenly made a decision in his heart.
"good."
"Then let's start your performance. Do you want to take me out somewhere, or use sweet words to make me happy? Or give me a gift? I'm very picky..." The drunkenness on Maisel's face seemed to have completely disappeared, and he smiled. Staring at Ringer's serious and resolute handsome face.
A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Ringer's mouth, full of confidence, and with a flip of his wrist, there was a crystal clear goblet in his palm.
Messer stared at the wine glass in his hand, his eyes were slightly bright.
"It's a beautiful cup, do you want to bribe me with this?"
Ringer shook his head. He was worried that this cunning woman would renege. After all, whether she is happy or not is a very subjective matter. As long as she opens her ruddy mouth, she is obviously very happy but she is not happy. He has no way to refute it. .
So he wants to completely conquer her body and mind with the masterpiece he made himself, so that she can't say anything insincere.
There is nothing more powerful than the finest wine against such a drunkard.
He held the cup in his left hand, and his right hand was close to the mouth of the cup. The silver ring worn on his index finger leaned against the rim of the cup lightly. The clear and crystal-clear purple wine flowed out from the ring and flowed into the cup gently along the wall.
Soon, the transparent cup was filled with two-thirds of the purple wine, and the wall of the glass against the background of the wine was like a purple crystal.
The dissipated aroma of wine floated into Meise's nose, causing her green pupils to contract slightly. This aroma was very similar to "Purple Smoked Wind", but it was stronger and more pure. She swallowed involuntarily.
Even the guests at the nearby wine table smelled the fragrance and cast curious eyes.
A half-canine with a keen sense of smell was even attracted from the other side of the guild hall, with a black nose constantly twitching, tongue drooping around his mouth, staring longingly at the wine glass in Ringer's hand~www.mtlnovel.com~Big brother, What kind of wine are you? It smells so good, I have never smelled such a unique fragrance, can you let me have a taste, just a small sip, I am willing to give you all my money. "Speaking, he took out a money bag from his arms.
"Go away, it's mine."
Messer slapped the table with both hands, stood up abruptly from his seat, snatched the wine glass from Ringer's hand, and gave the half-dog man a vicious look.
The half-dog man knew how powerful Meser was, so he dared not speak out, and could only watch her drink the cup of mysterious wine helplessly.
The moment Maiser took the first sip, she was captivated by the mild and sweet taste. The smooth wine wrapped her tongue and teased her taste buds, making her reluctant to swallow it.
But she was even more reluctant to put down the wine glass, so she could only swallow it reluctantly, letting more wine flow into her mouth.
The wine warmed by her mouth flowed into her throat and spread throughout her body. The warmth spread to every corner of her body. The warmth from the inside out brought a sense of happiness.
She closed her eyes, but there seemed to be an endless sea of violet flowers in front of her eyes, and she stood naked in the sea of flowers, the warm south wind blowing over her delicate body with the fragrance of flowers.
She couldn't help running in this sea of flowers, laughing happily, laughing while running, as if she had regained the innocence of her childhood.
The half-dog man looked at Messer who suddenly smirked, that expression of ecstasy, as if he had fallen into a supreme wonderland, made him even more eager.
"Big brother, do you still have... I have a cousin who is very cute, and I can introduce you to her."
He added extra rewards. He knew that some men in the human race had a soft spot for girls with animal ears. If he wasn't the boss, he would have used himself as a bargaining chip.