"Ha ha ha!" The old man laughed heartily, "Little Aureus from the Otimis family, you seemed much livelier when you were a child. Have a seat—and while you're at it, fetch me a bottle of whisky."
"I'd be happy to."
Aorus put on an animated smile and walked to the liquor cabinet following the old man's instructions.
"Bottom shelf, grab a bottle of whisky," the elder chuckled, "Perfect for an early morning pick-me-up."
"An 80-year-old Red Top whisky," Aorus took out the bottle as instructed, expressing genuine admiration, "You really have taste."
This bottle hailed from 27 years ago, produced by the renowned "Red Top" distillery in the western part of Morton. The distillery had closed down ten years prior due to poor management, and this single bottle could fetch the price of a house in Supibia, yet the old man merely used it as a morning refreshment.
"When it comes to enjoying life... Ha ha! You young folks still have a ways to go."
