Cale nodded his head.

Mage Glenn Poeff continued to speak.

�Making alcohol requires a lot of focus and effort.�

Cale listened to Glenn as he watched people crowd around Bud.

None of the people who were smiling at Cale and his group, who were foreigners, seemed drunk at all.

Cale could also see the buildings around them as they headed toward the mountain on the island. He could see that they were all brewing alcohol.

The people of this island seemed to be hard-working and happy people.

�The environment, humidity, temperature, and ventilation to ferment and mature different types of grains or fruits. All of that needs to happen without any issues.�

Cale nodded his head with a satisfied expression after hearing Glenn Poeff�s thorough explanation.

The scent of alcohol was coming from everywhere and there were definitely people who seemed to reek of alcohol, however, they were all people who were working to brew the alcohol.

Glenn continued to speak.

�Alcohol is art.�

�Hmm?�

Cale turned his head after feeling that something was odd.

�It is beautiful and artistic, like magic. Even alcohol that is filled by one person will taste different based on the date, time, and temperature present when he filled the bottle. Isn�t that beautiful?�

Glenn seemed to slowly be getting excited.

�Alcohol is similar to life. It is art, ART! That is why we need to treat it as precious and cherish it!�

Clap, clap, clap.

The islanders started to clap.

�Our Glenn always has such beautiful thoughts.�

�Smart people are great with words too! Yes, alcohol is art indeed!�

� Ohhh, alcohol is art? How amazing, human!

�Meeeeeow.�

�Meeow.� JrNovels.com