After acknowledging the reality, they started chasing their husbands to the crematorium

I understand, but not completely.”

“Let me make this clear,” Lyle looked at her.

“You can learn, but I won’t help you make money, understood? You’ll have to rely on yourself.”

He wasn’t naive. At this point, he was well aware of the value of the knowledge in his mind and the life skills of a full Level 6. Combined with the events involving Luna’s Radiance, he was feeling a bit cautious.

“Understood!”

Lilyss stood on her tiptoes, playfully stuck out her tongue, and said, “So if I can’t learn, Teacher, don’t find me annoying, okay?”

Honestly, she thought Lyle was really… unique.

It wasn’t about being incredibly handsome or anything like that. When he talked about things she had never heard of, his wisdom and scholarly charm were truly captivating.

Lilyss felt that Lyle had the scholarly vibe of her first love.

Oh, Lilyss had never been in love.

That was okay.

“Well, as long as you don’t regret it. Take it step by step,” Lyle clapped his hands.

“Taking too big of a step might lead to trouble.”

Lilyss licked her finger and mimicked his tone, saying, “Then let’s take it slow~”

Lyle paused, his gaze wary.

“What are you thinking? I’m just responding to your comment about taking too big of a step!” Lilyss exclaimed.

Lyle couldn’t be bothered with the awkward elf.

He put on gloves and tied a small apron around his waist.

He began stirring and inspecting the alcohol in several wooden barrels. The quality seemed quite good, perhaps because the Oak Tavern used high-quality ingredients.

At that moment, there was suddenly no sound behind him. Lyle quickly turned around.

The elf maiden’s ears had turned almost entirely red, her voice soft, tender, and bashful. “Oh… Teacher…”

The little kitchen boy…

it would be even better if he wasn’t wearing anything inside…

how embarrassing~

Lyle frowned. “Aren’t elves known for their loyalty?

Why do you look like you’re about to give yourself away?

Are you like this with everyone?”

“Of course not!” Lilyss vigorously patted her own blushing cheeks.

“Elves don’t casually choose romantic partners, let alone casually choose teachers. But since I’ve called you my teacher, I won’t change!”

“You haven’t thought about other things?

Like dressing up for me?”

“A teacher is a teacher!”

Lilyss placed her hand over her heart, her expression serious.

“I, Lilyss, in the name of the Elven God, swear to remain pure and virtuous!”

Lyle nodded.

The solemnity of her oath was akin to a priest’s pledge in the name of the Holy Light.

Lilyss secretly stuck out her tongue. However, the Elven God had been around for hundreds of years. She couldn’t help but laugh.

Summoning the owner of the Oak Tavern, Lyle took a large spoon and swirled the alcohol a few times, removing the acidity. This process effectively reduced the astringency of the fruit wine while enhancing its aroma. He filled two bowls.

“It doesn’t match up to aged wine, but it’s drinkable,” Lyle remarked.

The extremely intense aroma of alcohol was rich and pure, without impurities. The translucent liquid had a faint purple hue.

Wilson held a bowl and couldn’t help but salivate. Lilyss extended her rosy tongue, took a sip, and then drained the bowl.

Lyle was dumbfounded. “Are you a bottomless pit?

You’re in big trouble!”

“Huh? What’s wrong…”

Before Lilyss could finish her sentence, she felt the world spinning around her. Lyle in front of her began to blur.

Her pointed ears turned completely red, which was rather amusing. Watching her wobble, Wilson was surprised.

“This is top-notch liquor!”

Lilyss wasn’t accustomed to alcohol. When she got drunk, she sought out familiar people, dribbled saliva on Lyle’s clothes, and fumbled with her hands.

Lyle pushed her head with his hand.

Where did this lightweight come from?

Was she completely oblivious or truly a hero?

Even if it had been diluted, it was still distilled liquor! It was high-proof alcohol, above 50 degrees!

The elf maiden had gone all floppy and seemed like she was about to flop onto the ground, whimpering like a little puppy.

Lyle had no choice but to reach out and lift her up; it was too embarrassing. But she was indeed light and incredibly soft, her blushing face looking quite lovely.

Elves were renowned for their beauty and delicacy. Aside from their iconic blue irises, their golden hair was exquisitely smooth, akin to the finest gemstones.

However, elves didn’t hold a particularly high status in Iovov, as their progress in exploring the underground dungeons of Ischigard was far inferior to that of humans.

Wilson took a sip, and immediately, a fiery sensation rushed down his throat into his stomach, followed by a spicy heat. The taste was incredibly smooth and carried the fragrant essence of fruit.

“These barrels.”

Seeing his expression, Lyle understood and smiled. “The taste and texture will improve after aging, but it’s fine for now. You can try selling them, and we can discuss the price later.”

Wilson swallowed hard. “Mr. Lyle… you’re actually a Level 6 brewer?”

His tone was noticeably more respectful.

“Level 6 is Level 6,” Lyle replied.

Lyle smiled. “But my improvements are in the production process, which is different.

I hope you understand that I’m not working for you; I’m seeking a partnership. You provide the funds, and I provide the technology.”

Fifty gold coins? This was a technological enhancement, and sharing the profits was the bare minimum.

Wilson rubbed his hands together. “I understand, Mr. Lyle. However, have you ever brewed for other taverns?”

“Don’t worry, I only brew for my own people…”

Lyle paused for a moment. “I’ve only made drinks for a few members of Luna’s Radiance Adventuring Party, but I’m the only one who knows the brewing process.”

“Mr. Lyle, you’re clearly so skilled. Why haven’t I heard your name in the brewing industry?”

Lyle smiled. “It’s irrelevant to you.”

Because I never thought I’d leave Luna’s Radiance. There was no need to explore the market in the professional brewing industry.

Perhaps in this Iofov continent, being a scholar isn’t what will make me shine and excel. I’m so unwilling… If only I could see the textbooks of scholars…

“Alright, I’ll take this, um… lady back now, and I’ll come back in a couple of days to check on things.”

He reached out and patted the elf maiden’s cheek. “Hey! Where’s your home?”

“Um… I want to be carried…”

Lyle lifted her up onto his back. Wilson eagerly saw them to the door, his mind consumed by a single thought.

Stick with Lyle!

Having immersed himself in this for over twenty years, Wilson naturally knew the immense value of Lyle’s skills. Back in his backyard, he glanced at the low-temperature furnace.

Yet, he chose not to touch it. Perhaps it was intentionally left behind by Mr. Lyle. He could distinguish what was more important.

However, there were so many taverns in Iovov. When a new brew was introduced, it was best to spend some money to have someone try it for free first. Those top-tier adventuring parties had high popularity, so if they approved, the word would spread quickly.

Yesterday, that priest… didn’t she say Mr. Lyle came from Luna’s Radiance?

Then he would sell Mr. Lyle’s brew. He would approach Luna’s Radiance and offer them some money.

Clever Wilson patted himself on the back for his wit.