"Of course it's true," Mr. White nodded vigorously and said, "The only question is whether the application can actually be approved. After all, a Archmage Nostradamus has been gone for a hundred years. If I rashly tell people that I've seen Lord Nostradamus, no one will believe me."
"Isn't that easy?"
After hearing that Mr. White had Magic Spirit Wine, Nostradamus had followed them all the way to the villa.
Earlier, when Ethan and Mr. White were talking, it hadn't had the chance to interrupt. Now that the topic had turned to it, the person involved naturally had the most to say.
At that moment, Nostradamus threw a black plaque onto the table.
Only then did Ethan get a clear look, the plaque was shaped like a wizard's hat, and on the brim of the hat were five yellow stars inlaid.
"Th… this is the Archmage badge!"
Mr. White picked up the certification badge issued by the Mage Alliance with a shocked expression. Then he looked up at Nostradamus and said, "Y-you really are Lord Nostradamus?"
"Absolutely genuine!"
After speaking, Nostradamus tossed out a letter and said, "There's a handwritten letter from me in there, along with a document about the correct use of the Nine-Star Formation. Once those old geezers at the Mage Alliance read it, they'll know it's me."
"Lord Nostradamus, you're really willing to help me?", Mr. White said excitedly.
It was as if he had already decided the matter would succeed.
But Nostradamus replied with a stony face, "I'm not helping you, so stop flattering yourself. I'm helping this little disciple of mine. The sooner he becomes a city lord, the more it benefits me too."
"Yes, yes, of course."
Mr. White wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly, "Lord Nostradamus definitely wouldn't do this for a small person like me. Lord Ethan is a rare talent among people. He'll surely accomplish great things in the future."
"He might even become the next Archmage, or the youngest Archmage ever!"
"After all, he has a master like you."
"Enough. I didn't come here to listen to your nonsense," Nostradamus immediately interrupted Mr. White's rambling. Then it spread out its stone hand and said, "You've got everything you wanted. Where's the Magic Spirit Wine? Hurry up and bring it out. I haven't had good wine in nearly a hundred years."
"Yes, yes, I'll take it out right away."
Mr. White didn't dare delay. He quickly took an ancient wine jar out of his blue gemstone ring.
The jar looked very similar to those old pottery wine jars used in ancient times on Earth. It was about the size of a large watermelon. The top was sealed with red cloth, and when it was opened there was even a layer of sealing mud underneath.
The style surprised Ethan quite a bit.
Seeing Mr. White moving so slowly, Nostradamus had already lost its patience. It grabbed the jar, and slapped the seal open in one motion.
In an instant, the fragrance of wine spread everywhere. Just smelling it felt like the scent of strong liquor.
But the most amazing thing was that the wine carried a trace of spiritual energy. Just taking a deep breath gave you the feeling of being filled with energy.
This was probably what the White Eagle felt when it ate spirit stones.
No wonder the White Eagle liked them so much.
"Authentic Magic Spirit Wine!"
Nostradamus took a deep breath, and small pebbles immediately rolled out of its mouth.
'Is this thing… drool?'
"This is a genuine treasure left behind from the era when spiritual energy revived," Mr. White said with a pained expression, "There are fewer and fewer jars left. Each jar costs about ten million dragon coins. And there's no fixed market price. Lord Nostradamus, you'll have to be a little considerate in the future."
"Yeah! Yeah! As long as you have enough Magic Spirit Wine, everything is easy to talk about."
As Nostradamus spoke, it lifted the wine jar and poured it straight into its mouth.
Glug! Glug! Glug!
Mr. White looked even more heartbroken.
Meanwhile, Ethan looked curiously at Mr. White and asked, "One jar costs ten million dragon coins? You're really that generous, offering it to me?"
"How could that be?", Mr. White chuckled. Then he took out another bottle from the blue storage ring.
This bottle was only about the size of a small perfume bottle.
"Actually, the one I originally planned to bring out was this bottle."
"Heh! So you only brought out such a big jar because of the Archmage's identity. You really know how to play the game."
Only then did Ethan finally believe Mr. White's words.
At that moment, Cook Four also brought over two silver cups and placed them on the table.
Mr. White poured some Magic Spirit Wine into them.
Ethan smelled the wine and before he even drank it, he already felt a little drunk.
"What a pity. Such good wine, yet we're missing some drinking snacks."
Mr. White sighed. Then he raised his cup and clinked it with Ethan's.
Hearing that, Ethan immediately waved for Cook Four and said, "Cook Four, what good food is left in the kitchen? Bring a few dishes to go with the wine."
"That won't do!", Mr. White waved his hand, "Ordinary food isn't worthy of this Magic Spirit Wine. Only the freshest and best dishes can match it."
Hearing that, Ethan glanced outside and said, "What about ice gall?"
"Ice gall would be perfect," Mr. White's eyes lit up, "That's a rare delicacy. Do you know how much a fresh ice gall can sell for in the main city?"
"How much?"
"One thousand dragon coins each," Mr. White laughed, "Unfortunately, the weather has been unstable in recent years, so ice gall has become rarer and rarer. It's said that only in places with very few people can you still find them. But the problem is they're hard to preserve. By the time you find them in remote areas and transport them to the city, they're no longer fresh. The price drops from a thousand dragon coins to a hundred. But even then, the market demand is still very strong."
"One thousand dragon coins each?"
Ethan's eyes immediately lit up.
Mr. White smiled and said, "What is it? Does Lord Ethan have a source? If you know where fresh ice gall can be found, we could split the profits fifty-fifty. I can also handle transportation and preservation. How about it?"
"Hahaha! That's perfect."
Ethan finished the Magic Spirit Wine in his cup in one gulp. After shouting "Good wine!" he stood up and walked outside.
"I know a place where we can find plenty of ice gall. Fifty-fifty."
"No problem, no problem! If the quantity is large enough, I can even give Lord Ethan an extra share of the profits!"
"That's great."
Ethan took the self-heating coat Cook Four handed him and put it back on. At the same time, he also put on the self-heating gloves.
"Let's go now!"
"Now?", Mr. White froze for a moment, "But it's almost dark. Soon those things will come out. Isn't that too dangerous?"
"Of course not. Because we don't need to go far at all. We can just catch them right here inside my villa."
After saying that, Ethan took the lead and pushed open the villa's front door.
By now, the snow outside had become even thicker.
Mr. White stared in shock and said, "Lord Ethan, are you serious? Your territory really has ice gall?"
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