novelraw Chapter 860 368: Farewell Wine (Part 3)
Chapter 860 368: Farewell Wine (Part 3)
There is only destruction and ruins.
Alka slightly bent at the waist and squeezed in through the entrance.
Disappearing from view.
"Why did he go there?" Simon asked, puzzled.
It's just an ordinary ruin, nothing special about it.
Chadite shook her head: "Don't know, maybe there's something there."
Though she said so, she guessed that this place might be the house of someone they knew from the village.
Alka walked in, peering at the white glow shining through the cracks.
Not far away through a gap, there was a wardrobe woven from vines and wooden strips.
Half of the wardrobe had collapsed, with the vines pressing down, some already rotted and fitting on top.
The entire wardrobe was nearly ruined.
Through the gap, Alka saw a faint white glow, outlining the shape of a white treasure.
With a gentle wave of his hand.
He cleared away the obstructing vines around and approached the broken wardrobe.
Controlling the surrounding ruins, he opened the other half that was still intact.
Revealing a pile of wine bottles at the bottom of the wardrobe.
The bottles stored in containers woven from vines, with a layer of gray cloth thoughtfully covering them.
White light adhering to them.
This was a white treasure.
[Wine for Welcoming Friends]
[Difficulty: Child]
[Fame: 9]
[Treasure Description: The precious floral wine "Graceful Fragrance" collected by Quik of Piaoqiu Village, meant to welcome friends at the next meeting, as per a past promise.]
These white dots had appeared long ago, but Alka's focus was on the treasures of the Nafasi Clan in the past few days.
He naturally paid attention to new white dots appearing nearby, especially when discovering it was Piaoqiu Village, where he had been before.
Clearly, that's why he was making his way to the ruins in Piaoqiu Village.
Fame was only nine.
An object once owned by someone he knew had now become an ownerless treasure.
Alka squatted down and cradled the vine-covered pile of wine in his arms, carefully carrying it out.
The people outside watched as Alka carried a crate of wine onto the boat.
"Let's go to the treasure spot."
The boat slowly set in motion, sailing out of Piaoqiu Village toward the direction they came from.
Juanlu looked at the wine in his hand, the gray cloth above it now torn off.
The bottle was a translucent bluish-green glass.
The bottle neck corked with a type of soft wood stopper.
Exquisitely carved flower patterns decorated the bottle.
"Graceful Fragrance, I remember drinking it in the Land of Fragrance," Juanlu remarked.
Alka nodded with a smile, placing the wine on the ship.
"A bottle for each of us."
In the wine crate, there were 10 bottles in total, and there were exactly 10 of them.
Alka took one himself; the others grabbed a bottle as Narvi reached out for the last bottle.
Alka held Narvi's hand and said.
"I'll split mine with you, this one belongs to a friend."
Upon hearing this, some looked puzzled, while others seemed to understand.
Only Narvi appeared somewhat dazed, but since Alka had said so, he naturally nodded.
Alka produced a clean wine glass, poured half of his bottle into it, and handed it to Narvi.
With his other hand, he opened that bottle.
"Let's make a toast! To friendship!"
"Cheers!"
Alka lifted his two bottles and clinked with everyone.
He then downed the remaining half bottle in one gulp.
A not-too-strong taste of alcohol mixed with fragrant floral aromas rushed into his mouth.
Clearly alcohol, yet it had a strangely refreshing taste that invigorated the spirit.
Gently inhaling, as if surrounded by a constant fragrance of various flowers.
The graceful floral aroma seemingly wafting from afar.
The other full bottle, Alka tilted, pointing it towards the water below, pouring it slowly in.
The faint bluish-green wine blended with the dark green seawater, quickly becoming one indistinct entity.
Yet the floral fragrance already emerged, entwining around the boat.
Makes one wonder whether the aroma from the wine they drank or the scent from the wine poured into the sea surrounded them.
The breeze blew, scattering the wine fragrance as it went.
"Isn't this the best wine of the Spirit Land?" Alka finished his bottle.
Smiling at the others, he asked.
Then he answered himself.
"Yes, this is the best wine of the Spirit Land."
The wine from the tilted bottle completely merged into the sea, the empty bottle placed aboard.
"Ah~ such good wine, indeed the best of the Spirit Land."
Jason remarked with a smile, raising the bottle toward the sky.
"Sure enough, not deceived, indeed the best wine of the Spirit Land."
Saying so, he and his companions drank the wine to the last drop.
Bursting into laughter.
Narvi savored his cup of fine wine.
Observing Alka and the others talking.
His taste seemed different from theirs, though he didn't grasp the significance of the wine.
Memorial?
Amid their laughter, breathing in the unceasingly diffuse floral aroma.
The fragrance was so dense.
Contrasting starkly with this region freshly relieved from the ravages of the undead.
Yet it also seemed to herald new hope taking root here.
The green seems to have arrived.
Alongside the floral fragrance, Narvi drank the wine in his cup to the last drop.
Just like he did before.
Rich taste, smooth feel, enveloping the mouth, the floral aroma rushing into the nasal cavity.
Bringing a refreshing sensation.
With everyone's voices, it seemed he could also discern a hint of farewell.
"Yes, truly the best wine of the Spirit Land."
"Thank you, unknown friend."