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"I really want to drink a glass of the Imbit wine in our restaurant. It tastes very fragrant, and a small bottle costs twenty gold grams. It is worth half a year's income..." Nord sipped the low-quality wine in the glass, sipping So a little bit, not in a hurry to swallow it, just swirled it in his mouth, feeling the mellow aroma behind the sourness and bitterness on the taste buds back and forth, as if what he was drinking was the Imbit wine that even some nobles felt luxurious.

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