Chương 381: This is quite a lot of money, sir.

The method of using the Stabilizing Potion is very simple.

All you need to do is install a misting nozzle on the potion bottle, then create a sealed toxic... aerosol chamber, and place the person or item that needs to be cleansed of magical contamination inside.

After closing the container for several hours, and then rinsing off any remaining magic potion residue with clean water, the clean and uncontaminated raw materials for brewing are ready.

Unfortunately, the environment in the dark underground is too harsh, and the mushrooms suffer greatly from the ravages of natural magic and industrial alchemical pollution during their cultivation and growth.

Even after removing the contaminants, saprophytic mushrooms still look quite unappealing.

Unless Roland sets aside a special room for cultivating mushrooms and sprays stabilizing potions 24 hours a day to isolate them from the interference of the dark underground environment.

Perhaps this is the only way to cultivate truly delicious saprophytic mushrooms.

But then again, even if delicious saprophytic mushrooms were successfully cultivated, the resulting beverages would probably be beyond the reach of low-income laborers.

Roland shook her head, banishing the extraneous thoughts from her mind, picked up two bottles of stabilizing potions, and went downstairs to begin her first brewing experience.

The brewing techniques in this other world are different from those on Earth; they are closer to alchemy.

Roland was skilled in alchemy, so even though she had only studied brewing techniques for a few days, she was confident that she could brew a decent murky bitter wine.

……

Ten days passed just like that.

As time went by, the business at the Spinning Goldfinch Tavern got worse and worse.

Roland herself is beautiful, and she also has the system's skills to help her play a lute for customers in her spare time.

But the workers in Black Iron City wanted to drink alcohol, something to numb their minds.

As a succubus, Roland could only look but not drink, so naturally no one patronized her anymore.

Inside the tavern.

Roland, carrying a wooden barrel full of liquor in both hands, huffed and puffed as she walked from the basement to behind the bar, then placed the new barrel horizontally against the wall behind the bar.

To highlight the difference of the newly brewed, cloudy, bitter wine, Roland specially marked the barrel with a succubus horn pattern drawn in ink.

This commotion immediately attracted the attention of the tavern's customers.

There weren't many customers. One of Roland's acquaintances walked curiously to the bar, looked at the brand-new barrels across the table, and asked curiously.

"Laura, what are you making of this?"

"Oh, this is newly brewed wine, it's very delicious."

Roland turned around and saw it was Mr. Giese the Lizardman, an information broker from the lower city. She smiled slightly.

"Mr. Giss, would you like a drink?"

"A delicious wine, but it's a cloudy, bitter wine?"

"It's even more stimulating than murky, bitter wine... I mean, it tastes good."

Roland nodded with a smile, a captivating pink light flashing in her pupils.

This was a seductive technique unique to succubi, which Roland mastered without any instruction. The lizardman Giss immediately nodded in agreement, completely bewildered.

"Then... then I'll order a drink."

"Alright, six copper coins, please."

"Six copper coins! That's twice the price of that murky, bitter wine!"

Giss was on the verge of tears and wanted to back out on the spot.

Roland, however, gave him no chance to back out. She gripped the beer mug, which could hold half a liter of beer, with both hands, and wrapped the heart-shaped tail around the tap on the barrel.

With a gentle twist, the brownish-orange liquor quickly pours into the glass, making a bubbling sound.

Here, your wine.

Roland pushed the wine glass directly in front of Giss.

Just as the lizardman Gis was about to plead with Roland, his eyes were immediately drawn to the wine.

Because this newly brewed, cloudy, bitter wine is much lighter and brighter in color than the wine we usually drink, and it is also much clearer, so much so that you can even vaguely see the wood grain at the bottom of the glass.

Giss lowered his head and twitched his nostrils, letting the crisp aroma of alcohol fill his nasal cavity, with only a faint mushroomy smell lingering inside.

His eyes widened suddenly, his vertical pupils contracted abruptly, and he couldn't help but grab the handle of the wine glass and gulp down a whole mouthful.

Compared to ale, mushroom wine is thicker and contains some mushroom residue, but this does not affect its deliciousness at all.

Unlike the murky, bitter wine I had drunk before, this wine was much less bitter and had a smoother taste.

The liquor went straight down my throat and into my stomach, leaving a slightly sweet aftertaste.

"Wow!" exclaimed the lizardman Gis, "Good wine!"

He changed to holding the wooden cup with both hands, burying his face in the cup, and tilting his head back to drink it in big gulps.

The drink made a loud gurgling sound in his throat, and even after finishing the entire glass, he was still swirling the glass with relish.

But the glass was already empty, with only a few drops of wine falling into his mouth.

Only then did Gis realize what was happening and slowly put down his glass.

His exaggerated performance immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding guests.

Geese the Lizardman is a well-known drunkard in the area. Could the landlady have gotten her hands on some high-end liquor to make Geese so intoxicated?

Or was this a performance by Geese to promote his drinks?

Gisker didn't care about the stares of those around him; he looked anxiously at Roland.

"Laura, what kind of wine is this? It tastes so good! Is it from a high-end restaurant?"

"What kind of high-end restaurant serves this wine?"

Roland maintained her smiling expression, her heart-shaped tail spinning behind her, pointing like an arrow at the brand-new barrel.

"This is just our local turbid, bitter wine from the lower district, but I brewed it myself. Today you're drinking the first batch, isn't that authentic?"

It's a dungeon my foot!

Authentic turbid and bitter wine should be sticky, bitter, and have a faint fishy smell reminiscent of rotten abalone.

This doesn't look like the same drink at all; it's even better than the new-style murky bitter wine at the Devil's Tavern!

Giss was startled and looked at Roland.

"Boss lady, did you manage to get your hands on those devilish lords' new brewing equipment?"

Of course, Roland couldn't answer such a question; she simply maintained an enigmatic smile.

This silence took on a different meaning in Gis's eyes. He immediately realized he had misspoke and hurriedly bowed his head to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Boss Laura, I didn't mean to pry into the Gray Gold Merchant Guild."

"Hehe, no need to be nervous." Roland waved her hand.

"You seem to really enjoy the new, cloudy, bitter wine. Would you like another glass?"

Giss was about to agree when he heard this, but when he thought of the price that would almost double, his eyes hesitated.

At that moment, angels and demons appeared on either side of his head.

The angel said that he had saved a lot of money these days and should save it to marry a lizard wife with clean and neat scales in the future.

The devil said he could move his alcohol money from the next month to today, or at worst, quit drinking for a month, which would be good for his health.

Holy crap, the devil is absolutely right.

After considering for about ten seconds, Giss's expression turned serious, and he accepted the menu from Roland with both hands.

He trembled slightly at the prospect of a large expenditure, unable to tell whether it was excitement or fear, and began to speak.

"Then... then I'll have some more."

"I want some dried mushrooms and coarsely ground black rice, a big chunk of good mushroom puree, all the side dishes, and a thick sauce."

Roland used her long, heart-shaped tail to curl up a quill pen and wrote down the names of the dishes one by one in the notebook, reminding everyone.

"This will cost a lot of money, Mr. Giss."

"I know."

Giss had a sense of utter recklessness, staring intently at the brand-new barrel behind Roland, his hands forming the shape of a glass.

"And another large glass of chilled, cloudy, bitter wine, the kind you just brewed!"

"Please, ma'am."