Bobby is a good drinker, and this habit was also developed after entering the military department with the senior boss.

This senior is a well-known good drinker in the military department, and he is extremely particular about drinking, which tavern in Luodu City has the best wine, and few people may know better than him, and Bobby has also drunk a lot of good wine with his predecessors over the years.

Judging from the experience of the predecessors, those taverns with a booming business generally do not have good wine, because really good wine must require very careful brewing and strict cellaring, if it is not for its own winery, the amount of wine brewed by ordinary tavern owners will not be too much.

Just like the Titan Tavern, which is famous for its proprietress and wife, the wine is very average.

However, when it comes to drinking, not everyone cares about whether the wine is good or not, many people pay attention to the atmosphere and who to drink with.

If the predecessor was still there, even if he sat on the side of the road with a bottle of inferior fruit wine, he would probably be very happy.

Of course, if you were here, you would have been very happy to find another good wine in this newly opened tavern.

McGonagall also noticed the guest who had entered the door, and from the familiar uniform it was a military officer, but he was not in a high position, and his expression was tired, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had not rested well.

Judging from what has happened to the Ministry of War in the past few days, it is not difficult to understand his appearance, and even the fact that he can come here to drink at this time shows that he is indeed a little far from the core circle of power of the Ministry of War.

"Hello, what to drink?" McGonagall asked, standing behind the bar.

Poppy came back to her senses, looked at McGonagall, pointed to the glass in front of Irina, and said, "Please bring me a bottle of wine like that lady." ”

"Moutai, two thousand copper coins a bottle, there are appetizers here, is there a need?" McGonagall gave a hint of the price.

The income of officials in the Los Empire is actually not extraordinarily high, like this uncle who is breaking out of a mid-life crisis, with an income of about 10,000 copper coins a month, whether he will spend 2,000 copper coins for a bottle of Moutai is not an absolute matter.

"Two thousand copper coins?" Poppy frowned slightly, this price is indeed much more expensive than the usual wine, even if it is the wine that the proprietress of the Titan Tavern on the opposite side personally delivers to you, it is only fifty copper coins a glass.

"Yes." McGonagall nodded, keeping the temperature and proper distance.

Poppy thought for a moment and said, "I want a bottle, and then a drunkard peanut, and give me two wine glasses." ”

Compared with the 2,000 copper coins for a bottle of Moutai and the 2,000 copper coins for a bottle of whiskey, the 30 copper coins for a drunkard peanut is too affordable.

Poppy didn't have much of an appetite, so he didn't order the other two odd-looking appetizers, pig ears and pig tongues, the kind of things that only slum pariahs would take home to cook and eat?

"Okay." McGonagall nodded slightly, took a bottle of Moutai from the wine cabinet, took two more wine glasses, poured a stack of drunkard peanuts, and brought it to the Poppy table sitting at the door, "Please use it slowly." ”

"Thank you." Bobby nodded slightly, picked up the rather round white wine bottle, the bottle felt very smooth and delicate, unsealed the wine bottle, and there was a cork inside.

"Connoisseur." If the seniors were here, they would definitely praise it.

The senior was not there, so Poppy praised him.

"Po~"

When you pull the cork, the thick aroma of wine suddenly hits your face.

Although the restaurant was already filled with the aroma of wine, the smell of wine that could come out of the bottle still lit up his eyes.

This is not fruit wine, it does not have a fruity fragrance, but it has a more mellow and long aroma, it should be grain wine, but he has drunk many grain wines, and there has never been such a mellow and deep aroma.

When the wine is in the glass, the color is clear and transparent, and the light is reflected in the crystal glass.

My predecessors said that good wine must be matched with good drinking utensils.

Such a clear and transparent wine, if poured into an ordinary pottery cup, it will not see anything, but it can be poured into this clean and transparent crystal cup, which is purer than the crystal, and it will appear more upscale.

"How is this done?" Poppy looked incredulous.

Whether it is fruit wine or grain wine, no matter how it is filtered, some impurities will inevitably be left in the wine, even if there are very few impurities, the color of the wine can never be transparent, it looks like a glass of freshly received mountain spring water.

If it weren't for the intoxicating aroma of the small glass in front of her, Bobby wouldn't have believed it was a glass of wine.

"Senior, you took me to drink so much good wine, you must not have drunk this wine today, pour you a glass and taste it." Poppy placed the glass opposite her, and was silent for a moment before pouring herself another glass.

Irina, who had drunk two glasses of wine, looked back at Bobby, her beautiful legs frowned slightly, and then looked at McGonagall and raised her eyebrows.

McGonagall shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't quite know what the middle-aged man was doing, but it seemed that he was not waiting for a living person.

It can be a little scary to say so.

It should be said that he came to drink with the dead.

Oh no, I think I'm here to remember my predecessors.

There have been a lot of deaths in the military department these days, and it seems that there must be someone close to this guest, but I don't know if he knows some relevant information.

McGonagall looked at Poppy quietly, thinking for a moment how he would get something out of him when he was drunk.

"Senior, this first cup, I thank you for your kindness back then." Bobby picked up her glass and drank it down.

Well......

Different from the general crisp and sweet fruit wine, and the general slightly bitter grain wine, this wine is soft in the mouth, and once you enter it, the strong aroma of the wine seems to explode in your mind, seeping into the limbs and bones, delicate and elegant taste, clear and sweet, sliding between the lips and teeth.

After swallowing, the lips and teeth are fragrant, and the aftertaste is endless.

Poppy's hand holding the glass didn't let go for a long time, and his face was full of shock and aftertaste.

Over the years, he has followed his predecessors and become half an expert, and this wine is definitely the best wine he has ever drunk in his life, there is no one!

Somehow, some things from the past suddenly flashed through his mind, two middle-aged men hanging out in street taverns, two middle-aged men who were drunk and holding each other and throwing up all the way, two once drunk men who were sleeping on the street in their arms......

Poppy's emotions instantly collapsed and began to whimper and cry.

That's his most respected senior, that's his best drinking friend in his life, that's his brother who has a lifelong friendship......

Overnight, there was nothing left, not even his family, his mansion.

He just did what he was told, and he did what he was supposed to do...... Why did he die, and his innocent family?