Someone opened a bottle of beer and handed it to Shire, the number one selling French beer, 1664.
(The above image is French 1664 beer, established in 1664, known for its golden lager and 5% alcohol content)
"Thank you." Shire nodded to the young major who handed him the beer.
The young major looked to be in his twenties, with a rather mature demeanor. At this moment, he was looking at Shire with a face full of eagerness and a few traces of fervor in his eyes.
"You're welcome, General." The young major replied, "I've been waiting here for over a month, just to know the answers to these questions."
The surrounding officers smiled knowingly. The reason they frequented this club was more or less to have conversations with Shire like this and hopefully learn something.
Shire wasn't in a hurry. He took a sip of beer; the coldness made him shiver uncontrollably.
