Glancing at the Nine Dragons Cup, which had transformed into nine dragon-shaped goblets, Pamela then turned her gaze toward Alan, who had just finished explaining the situation to her.
"So, let me get this straight. Your fortress recently got a very skilled mixologist, and Velen supported you in becoming a mixologist, even giving you the Nine Dragons Cup, a treasure imbued with an artifact soul."
"And in consideration of the Nine Dragons Cup, you decided to give bartending a try, only to find out that it actually suits you better?"
"I didn't misunderstand anything, did I?"
Alan swallowed hard, but at this point, he had no choice but to nod firmly.
"Mentor, that's exactly how it is!"
Upon receiving Alan's confirmation, Pamela's murderous gaze immediately locked onto Velen.
She already knew from Alan that Velen was an extremely wealthy tycoon, and his tendency to flaunt his wealth had been evident in his actions.
