No choice, the Demon King reaching middle age must consider issues of health preservation.
"It's simple, pour me a cup from each row to taste."
"Yes."
Moments later, four glasses of deep red wine are placed in front of Shami.
Shami picks up each glass, finishes the wine in one go, and quickly draws a conclusion.
"They are Lina, Lureya, Saili, and Elze respectively."
"Amazing, really impressive!"
Skeletons look admiringly at Shami.
"Master Shami, you can even do this?"
"It must be the aroma; the Demon King only needs a slight difference in scent to distinguish them."
"Worthy of the omnipotent, all-knowing Demon King!"
Shami smiles wryly.
Actually, the truth about these four rows of special Demon King wines are: they were made from grapes pressed by the four demon envoys using their feet!
Others might not be familiar, but how could he not recognize the scent of the feet of the four girls?
Because of love, even wine can be easily distinguished!
