Evie held the goblet and tasted the whiskey in the glass, and from her slightly furrowed brow, we could tell that the glass was obviously not very good.

Jacob put the goblet on the table with a bitter face: "Evie, I have to say, this is the worst whiskey I've ever drunk, where did you buy it?" I think the whiskey from Antonia and Arnold suits me......"

Evie glanced at Jacob: "I'm not here for you to enjoy, this is before our accident, I asked a winemaker to concoct, it just so happens that the Hungry Wolves' stronghold in the White Queen is a winery, which can be used by us to make wine and sell it, after all, we can't feed the crows with protection money alone, are you right?"

Jacob picked up the glass bottle from the table, which was not devoid of any pattern or logo: "If you're going to sell this...... I think you'd better dispel this idea as soon as possible, I'm afraid that even those homeless people won't want to drink this bottle of wine!"

Evie slammed herself to her feet, snatched the glass bottle from Jacob's hand, and said to him, "This is just the first trial of Frye whiskey! I'm going to make it the best whisky brand of all!"

Jacob spread his hands helplessly: "Even the name has been chosen...... Okay, so you're going to hire a distiller who doesn't know how to make your Frye whiskey?"

Evie placed the glass bottle on the counter in the corner of the room, then turned back and said, "Do you think the winemakers are easy to find? Every winery has their winemakers well hidden, and I can't find one easily, so I spent a lot of money to get him to join us!"

Jacob had a meaningful smile on his face: "I think from this week onwards, you won't have to pay your winemaker salary, we might be able to sneak into a nice winery and 'take' their recipes......"

Evie glared at Jacob fiercely, "How dare you do this?!The Assassin's creed is to liberate the citizens, not to steal the fruits of the citizens' hard work!"

Jacob pouted: "Maybe we can create some benefits for ourselves on the way to liberate them, I don't think they will mind......"

"I advise you not to do this......" a deep voice rang out in the room where they were staying.

Jacob and Evie jerked their heads in the direction the sound was coming from.

They saw a man in a green coat with a double shawl and a matching olecranon hood standing by the window.

Jacob couldn't see the man's hood clearly, but ...... He recognized the man's identity from the bracers on the man's wrist: "I think you're Brother Arno, Mr. Megan, right?"

Megan nodded without saying a word.

Jacob raised an eyebrow and said, "Ha, it's nice to meet you, I'm Jacob Frye, and this is my sister, Evie Frye." ”

Megan tucked her hood behind her back: "I already know you from the mission information, I'm Arno's brother, Megan Dorian. ”

Evie had a polite smile on her face, "Nice to meet you, I think we're going to have to trouble you next, Mr. Megan." ”

Megan walked over to the table in front of the two and sat down: "Although I haven't officially fought with a werewolf yet, I want to ...... If it's just to keep the two of you safe, I'll have no problem. ”

Jacob took the glass bottle that Evie had put on from the counter, then picked up the glass and poured a glass: "Maybe you can try the Crow's own Frye whiskey." ”

Evie frowned, "Hey, Jacob, this is a failure, how can you give Mr. Megan a drink?"

Jacob shrugged his shoulders and said to Meghan, "I don't mean anything, I just want you to taste one of the worst whiskeys in the world, maybe your comments can dispel my thoughts about Evie." ”

Megan took the goblet from Jacob's hand, put it under her nose and sniffed it, then he frowned and placed the glass far away: "This is whiskey? If you hadn't told me beforehand, I would have thought it was a glass of alcohol, not whiskey." ”

Evie awkwardly picked up the goblet on the table and poured the wine from the glass: "This is just the first attempt, I think we will make it in the future." ”

Megan raised an eyebrow, obviously disagreeing with Evie's words: "I don't know how you brew whisky, but British whisky usually has that malt-like aroma, and in your whisky, I can only smell alcohol." ”

Evie was stunned: "Malt, why does it smell like malt?"

Megan looked at her in surprise: "I'm really starting to doubt whether you can make whisky now, whisky is originally made from barley grains, as far as I know, the process of making whisky is divided into six steps: germination, saccharification, fermentation, distillation, aging, blending, how do you brew?"

Evie seemed to be stunned by Meghan's words: "Damn! I think I was deceived!"

Jacob spread his hands: "Yes, you have been cheated of a high salary for several weeks......"

Meghan lifted the glass bottle on the table: "I think you can throw away this so-called whiskey, if you really want to make your own whiskey, I think I can introduce you to a person, the steward of the Dorian house, Mr. Wilson, you can ask him how to make whiskey." ”

Evie looked at Megan in surprise: "If it's not troublesome, please be sure to introduce Mr. Wilson to me!"

Megan waved her hand: "It's not troublesome, it's just a matter of one sentence, but it's ......"

Meghan turned her head to look at Jacob, with a solemn expression on her face: "I hope Mr. Jacob doesn't have that kind of thinking anymore, the abilities that we assassins gain are themselves used to fight for a free and equal world for the citizens, if you become an assassin and the abilities you gain are used to gain benefits for yourself, then what is the difference between you and the powerful people who enslave the citizens? If the assassins themselves rely on their own abilities to obtain benefits, then how can we pursue equality?"

Jacob smacked his lips in embarrassment, "I just made a joke with Evie." ”

Meghan shook her head: "It's better to be like this, if what you just said is heard by Arno...... I think you'll have to take off your Hidden Blade now, Arnotha is a very stern leader. ”

Jacob shrugged helplessly: "Okay, I admit that what I said just now was wrong, and I won't joke as an assassin in the future." ”