Chapter 137: Luminous Wine

Returning to the main camp of Brazil-A, life resumed its usual routine.

Unconsciously, April arrived. It had been four months since he first came to the Brazil-A main camp, and there were still five months left until the estimated first phase of military operations.

At night, Velen lay in bed, watching the dim light casting around the room, and quietly waited.

"The war is going to last for eight years, and the mutated moonflower is a thousand kilometers away. It is now the stronghold of the monster clan, making it completely impossible to obtain."

Regarding this valuable information obtained last October, he had even considered disguising it as accidentally acquired intelligence to hand over in exchange for substantial value.

The Grace Moonflower, as one of the three main ingredients for the Moon-Scar Potion, possessed the special function of repairing the soul. No matter how he thought about it, Velen felt somewhat reluctant to part with it, yet he had no choice but to compromise with reality.

"I will first write a letter to my father using a cipher and see what solutions he might have."

Velen made up his mind. Since he could not obtain it through his own abilities, he would rely on the family's methods, and if all else failed, he would report it to the kingdom.

Having thought this through, his mind instantly felt much more at ease.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded once again, a voice Velen had missed dearly.

[Two months from now, at the commercial camp of the Brazil-A main camp, there will be three mutated griffin eggs located at the seventh, eleventh, and fifteenth boxes of the twenty-third stall. Soaking them in ice-blue potion will enable them to hatch.]

Receiving this exciting news, Velen's eyes lit up.

Wasn't the flying mount he had been longing for finally arriving?

Moreover, it was a mutated griffin, though he wondered how its appearance would differ from an ordinary griffin.

The next day, Velen had Kyle stand guard outside the tent. Recalling the family cipher he had learned in the past, he began to write the letter, informing his father about the mutated moonflower.

With the letter dispatched, all he needed to do was quietly wait for news.

……

Ten days later, Baird sent men to deliver the supplies Velen had requested, along with two letters and twenty bottles of luminous wine.

One letter was from Rocas, the manager of Moonlight Manor. Velen opened the letter and quickly read through it.

In the second half of last year, the luminous grapes of Moonlight Manor had matured, yielding a total of one hundred and twenty bottles of luminous wine.

The second letter was written by Baird, who had taken the liberty of sending twenty bottles of luminous wine to serve as gifts for Velen's social interactions, while the remaining one hundred bottles were stored in the cellar, waiting for Velen to make a decision upon his return.

"Bring the wine over; I want to taste it."

Velen put away the letter and instructed Kyle.

A moment later, Velen was holding a bottle of luminous wine, observing it through the glass. It possessed a pale red hue, and when uncorked and gently sniffed, a rich aroma of wine filled the air.

At this point, Kyle managed to find a bowl from somewhere.

Velen poured the luminous wine into the bowl, brought it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.

Suddenly, Velen felt his body begin to heat up, and his head grew somewhat dizzy.

Kyle, with quick reflexes, immediately steadied Velen while catching the wine bottle to prevent it from dropping to the ground.

"My Lord, how do you feel?"

"It packs a punch. Drinking this much in one breath, even for me, is a bit hard to handle."

Slowly, Velen circulated his breathing technique, his mind gradually clearing, and he felt better than ever before.

"Take one of the bottles and share it between yourself, Gregg, and Imogen. Keep the rest safe; I have someone to give them to." Velen took the luminous wine back from Kyle, pulled out another bottle, and walked out of the tent.

Kyle tilted his head, watching his lord's slightly swaying footsteps, doubting whether wine could really make someone drunk this easily.

"My Lord, where should I put this box of supplies?"

An officer's voice snapped Kyle back to reality.

"Put the weapons in the armory, and distribute the summer clothing later. Also, hand over the ashes of the fallen soldiers to the transport team so they can take them back. I will handle this box of supplies myself."

"Yes."

Kyle picked up the box and headed toward Velen's tent.

Ten minutes later, Velen had finally recovered, leaving not a trace of drunkenness behind.

"Good stuff. I wonder what kind of flavor it develops the longer it is stored."

As someone who was not particularly fond of alcohol, Velen had grown to love the texture and taste of the luminous wine.

Before long, Velen arrived at his aunt's tent.

The sentry guarding the entrance saw Velen approaching and did not block his way, letting him pass directly.

"Aunt."

"Why are you here?" Flora asked, looking at Velen with a pair of slightly dark circles under her eyes.

"Naturally, I brought something good and wanted to share it with you."

Velen skillfully set down the two bottles of wine he was carrying, retrieved two cups from the tea set, picked up the already opened bottle, and deftly filled them to the brim.

"Have a taste, remember to—" Before Velen could finish speaking, Flora picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Why is this wine... why do I feel like you're swaying?"

With quick reflexes, Velen hurriedly steadied Flora to keep her from falling.

"Why do I feel so dizzy? It has been so long since I felt this way, and my body feels a bit warm." Flora leaned against Velen, speaking limply.

"This is brewed from the fruit of a silver-grade plant. In other words, Aunt, you just drank an entire cup of transcendent-grade fine wine in one go. It would be a wonder if you didn't get drunk."

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Flora felt wonderful, but her body lacked all strength.

Seeing this, Velen had no choice but to help her to the bed and let her lie down to recover.

Half an hour later, Flora slowly sat up, feeling a lightness in her body like never before.

"Does this wine of yours actually have the effect of healing hidden injuries?" Flora asked in surprise as she inspected her own body inwardly.

"It seems Aunt has already figured it out," Velen said with a smile.

Flora got off the bed, skillfully poured herself half a cup of wine, and asked while slowly sipping it, "With this item, you brat have made a fortune."

"Aunt, I have no intention of selling the luminous wine," Velen said, shaking his head. "The yield of this stuff is very little; I don't even have enough to give away as gifts and use for myself."

"So, the moment you got the wine, you rushed over without stopping to bring me a bottle."

"Sister Leila is on the west side of the Brazil-A main camp, and it's a bit far, so I brought you a bottle first."

Hearing this, Flora looked intently at her nephew: "Thank you, Velen."

"Hehehe, it's nothing."

"The first time you gave me the Dawn Token, the second time the Moonstone, the third time the magical defense device, and this time a wine that can heal hidden injuries. Yet, I haven't done much for you."

"How should I put it? Aunt, to be honest, in my view, my relationship with you might be even closer than with my own brothers and sisters. You don't need to feel guilty."

"Even though there are many things you haven't told me, I am well aware of them."

"Since you put it that way, I will accept it with a clear conscience."

Seeing his aunt's expression gradually relax, Velen smiled and raised his cup to toast with Flora.