As I made my way through the crowd, browsing through the stores, I found one of the stores I was looking for.
The store was located in the middle of the market and had a unique smell to it.
…well, it’s the smell of alcohol.
In other words, it’s a store called a Liquor Store. No, would it be more correct to call it a Brewery?
In this world, shops are basically selling products from the area around the town. The reason for this is because they are located outside the town. The reason for this is that it is difficult to go to another town to purchase goods because of the monsters outside the town. Basically, only large merchant groups can do that.
In other words, there is a high possibility that this Liquor Store is also selling its own liquor. Well, there’s also the possibility that the Liquor Store is separate from the Brewery.
As I entered the store through the sliding door, I could smell the faint scent of wine. Inside the store, there were barrels about 50 centimeters in diameter and about a meter high, and I could see some shopkeepers rolling and carrying them.
“Welcome! Which do you want First or Second Press?” (Shopkeeper)
I was a little surprised when the young shopkeeper suddenly shouted out to me… Well, I also wonder what the hell was the First and Second Press?
I glanced sideways to check the store.
I saw another clerk pouring a blackish liquid from a barrel into a bottle.
It looked like they were selling grape wine. I’ve heard of the term “First Press” for sake, but what is “First Press” for wine?
I was wondering so I asked the clerk in front of me.
“Well, what’s the difference between the First and Second Press?”
“Ah, is this your first time? …well, to put it simply, the First Pressing is the first extraction of the grape juice, and the Second Press is another extraction from the pulp with some water added to it.” (Shopkeeper)
After he said this, he went to the back shelf and picked up a cylindrical ceramic bottle about 20 centimeters in diameter, and came back.
“We sell them in these bottles. This bottle costs three pieces of silver, the First Press costs five pieces of silver, and the Second Press costs one piece of silver. If you have one of these bottles, you don’t have to pay for the bottle. And then there are deals with barrels, but it doesn’t really matter, does it?” (Shopkeeper)
With that, he jerked his chin toward the barrels along the wall.
So that’s it. I could understand now.
I have a vague feeling that the cheap, watery wine I used to drink was the Second Press, and the expensive wine I’ve been drinking lately is the First Press. If that’s the case, do I want both the First and Second Press? The expensive grape wine is tasty, but it has a high alcohol content and is easy to get drunk on. Both have their own uses.
“Let’s have one each of the First and Second Presses.”
“Yes, of course!” (Shopkeeper)
As soon as I placed my order, the shopkeeper answered loudly and began to refill the bottles from the barrels.
“But you’re an adventurer, aren’t you? Are you sure you want to buy a lot of this? It might just get in the way with all these bottles, you know?” (Shopkeeper)
He glanced at my spear as he refilled and said this.
Hearing those words, cold sweat trickled on my skin.
I might have done something a little suspicious…
Well, it’s certainly strange… The bottle is about 20 centimeters in diameter and probably contains two liters… or maybe three liters. In other words, the weight of wine should be close to 4 or 5 kg. Do adventurers work and carry such things? No, they shouldn’t. It’s heavy, it’s in the way, and it’s made of ceramic, which is easily broken. It would be unsuitable for an adventurer. And yet, I bought two of them.
Since I was lucky enough to get a magic bag, I was planning to buy some liquor and dry goods to increase my stock of preserved food as well as to survey the capacity of the bag, but I never would have done that if I hadn’t gotten a magic bag.
I guess I should have thought a little more about how this would look to the people around me.
There was no point in thinking about it, so I told him, “I’m good with alcohol, even though I look like this!” I quickly made up an excuse, paid the bill, packed the two bottles in my backpack, and left the store.
I remembered the indescribable look on his face when he heard my excuse, and it made me feel uncomfortable.
The two bottles in my backpack weighed it down.
I’m sure it was the look that said, “This guy is an alcoholic at his age!”
And so, slightly depressed, I decided to look for the next store.
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