"Sir, this is a vintage from the Silver Pine Vineyard in Thunder County, please have a taste."
The attendant stopped beside Horace and his wife, skillfully pouring the red wine with gloves on.
As he watched the ruby-like liquid flow down, Horace sniffed, the rich aroma tickling his throat and triggering his old habit.
"How much does this glass cost?"
"No charge, sir, today's expenses are covered by the Grand Duke."
Yet the attendant's smile remained unchanged, maintaining perfect professionalism, and he said in a humorous tone.
"But on ordinary days, this exquisite drink from Silver Pine Vineyard is priced at five silver pounds."
Five silver pounds.
In his mind, Horace quickly calculated the price; it was undeniably high, but considering it flows within the veins of a Steel Giant Beast, perhaps... it's justified?
Those shrewd eyes began to dart around; he was like a mouse smelling butter, detecting a different flavor.
