C955 The Title

After a night, the seed that Fletcher had planted in the night quietly sprouted. At eleven o'clock in the morning, which was supposed to be a time when the number of customers was not high, Andrea unexpectedly found out that the wine in the tavern was not enough.

The tavern had always only stocked up on the low-grade wine, Sabura, which was sold for ten silver coins. It had just been sold out