"At the same time, I will not restrict your love of drinking."
"But... if you cause problems because of drinking, even if you're a Master Blacksmith, I'll throw you into the dungeon!"
"Master Flint, am I clear enough?"
Flint looked up at Lynn, feeling the overwhelming aura coming from him.
Overexcited, Flint instantly regained clarity.
Flint's words became calm as he spoke, "Lord, I understand."
"Rest assured, I promise you I will never let drinking interfere with my duties."
"Otherwise, I'll bear all the consequences myself."
Lynn nodded and said, "The distilled spirits were made by Lex at the Brewing Workshop. I don't know its specific name yet..."
Flint repeated Lynn's words.
"Distilled spirits, Brewing Workshop, Lex..."
Flint nodded, "Lord, then I shall not disturb you any further..."
Receiving Lynn's nod of approval, Flint took his leave.
Watching Flint's figure fade into the distance, Lynn frowned slightly.
