'Drinks, huh… a gambling den with alcohol.'
Leonard suddenly thought of all the times he had gambled and drunk on his last life. It was one of the best feelings he had experienced in life. For some reason, now that it was mentioned, he missed that kind of feeling.
'It's definitely a very good idea,' he thought, smirking to himself. 'If I sell the drinks here… I could also sell them to other shops nearby. The food stalls, maybe even the taverns. That's another business right there.'
But just as he was getting carried away with the thought, an image flashed in his mind.
Gareth.
He remembered that time when he handed him his alcoholic drink. Leonard could almost taste it again. The beer he tasted that time was bitter with a weird aftertaste that stayed like regret.
His face twisted before he even realized it.
"Ugh. That stuff was terrible," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disgust. "Those drinks are trash."
