Ever since being taught by Helen on the ship, Allen had come to understand the harsh realities of this world.
In the world of sorcerers, bloodline reigns supreme.
All power stems from bloodline.
Bloodline is primarily passed down through reproduction.
Reproduction, in turn, is closely linked to sex.
Thus, power and sex are inextricably linked.
Everything in life is related to sex, except sex itself.
Sex itself is about power.
At this point, he wasn't yet qualified to maintain his integrity.
As long as it made money, licking the boots of a wealthy woman wasn't unbearable.
In the spirit of industry research,
Alan asked his second brother for in-depth information about the gigolo industry.
Afterward, he couldn't help but frown.
In this business, you can't just abandon your manly dignity and make money.
There are so many gigolos willing to sell their pride and scramble to lick the boots of rich women!
Everyone wants to be famous, so why should it be your turn?
This business is so damn competitive!
The competition is fierce, and the work is incredibly hard.
Ordinary practitioners don't earn much.
As Second Brother said, doing it once in a while to earn a little pocket money is fine.
Expecting to cover the magic stones needed for cultivation with the income from selling your body?
That would require reaching the very top of the industry.
But that's no easy task!
"Instead of wasting time and energy on the sex trade..."
"Why not find a legitimate way to get rich and make money while you're at it!"
Alan thought to himself.
Of course, this was just his current plan.
If, in the future, I were unfortunately crushed by the cruelty of life and forced to earn money while lying down, I would have no choice but to accept my fate.
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Two weeks later.
Alan, carrying a basket, knocked on his mentor's door.
The basket contained four bottles of medicinal wine he had personally blended.
In addition to the aged brandy as the base, it also incorporated various herbs, including ginseng, wolfberry, red dates, Althaea, snake-eye fruit, and Calendula .
Alan had tried it himself and found it highly effective.
I had brought it today as a special tribute to my mentor.
Shortly after Alan left his mentor's office, Pansen was also called out by the teaching assistant to attend to some matters.
It was just a coincidence.
Tanya came to visit her father and saw a bottle of wine on his desk.
The cork was already open, and the aroma wafting out was particularly enticing.
With a hint of curiosity,
Tanya took a sip and was immediately pleasantly surprised.
It was delicious!
She finished the entire bottle in one gulp, and still wasn't satisfied.
After pestering her father about it, she learned that it was a gift from her junior apprentice.
On the way home,
Tanya passed by Allen's dorm.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, she impulsively stopped and knocked on the door.
Allen opened the door and was stunned to see his senior apprentice's slightly flushed face.
"Sister, why are you here so late? Is there something important?"
"Nothing important. I was just passing by and wanted to ask if you still had that sweet medicinal wine."
Tanya asked a little embarrassedly.
"Oh, so that's what you're talking about," Allen smiled knowingly. "Sister, come in and sit down."
"I have two bottles of medicinal wine here. If you like it, you can take it and drink it slowly back home."
"It's only two bottles. Why should I drink it slowly?"
Tanya pulled up a chair across from Allen's single bed and sat down.
She scratched her head, her expression a little uncertain whether it was shyness or pride. "Don't look at me like that. I can actually hold a pretty good drink!"
"Dad and Tuffman combined can't even drink more than me!"
"Too much alcohol is bad for your health. Senior Sister, you'd better be more moderate."
Alan offered a few polite words of advice, then changed the subject:
"Two bottles is a bit too little. If you want more, I can brew a new batch, but you'll have to wait a few days."
"You can brew wine?" Tanya asked in surprise.
"My dad's a winemaker, it's a family tradition, so I know a thing or two."
Alan was humble for a moment before revealing to Tanya:
"Actually, this is a liquor. You don't need to make the base liquor yourself; you can just buy high-quality brandy readily available."
"The real technical skill lies in the secret recipe and blending method."
"Following the family Panter family recipe, gather the herbs and brew the liquor using a special method. After ten days, it's ready to drink."
The senior sister nodded thoughtfully.
"Junior brother, you have this skill, but it would be a waste if you only mixed it for your own consumption."
"Why not mix more medicinal liquor and sell it? I think there's a big market for it!"
Alan smiled.
Senior sister is truly wonderful!
Great minds think alike!
"Senior sister, I actually had the same idea..."
Alan rubbed his hands awkwardly. "Unfortunately, I'm short on cash. I can't come up with the capital to start this business."
"If Senior Sister generously sponsors me to open a distillery and sell medicinal wine, how about we split the profits 50-50?"
"Hmm..." Tanya pondered, then asked cautiously, "Just tell me a figure. How much is the difference?"
Alan had already calculated the cost.
On top of the minimum starting capital, add another 50%.
Senior Sister is a wealthy woman; she should be able to come up with the money.
As expected.
When Tanya heard the figure, her tense expression immediately relaxed. She smiled and patted his shoulder.
"I'll pay for it!"
"A 50-50 split is too much."
"I only want a 30% stake in the distillery, plus one condition!"
"What condition?" Alan asked.
"This medicinal wine," Tanya pointed at the bottle. "I can take it from you anytime I want. Don't charge me extra, okay?"
"Of course." Allen couldn't help but laugh.
To celebrate the strategic partnership, Allen opened the only two bottles of medicinal wine left in the dorm.
He and his senior sister each drank a bottle, and they drank from each other!
Excluding special cases like abnormal liver function,
A person's alcohol tolerance is often proportional to their physical attributes.
Alan estimated that Senior Sister's physical attributes were probably 22 points!
Even more bizarrely, she was not only physically strong, but also quite slender.
Her muscle mass was perfectly proportioned, not destroying her feminine curves.
With Senior Sister being so gifted, it was normal for her to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
Alan's own physical attributes were equally impressive. An 18-point physique is practically the limit for an average person.
A bottle of medicinal wine only left him slightly tipsy.
Alan and Senior Sister chatted over drinks, the atmosphere harmonious.
Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Alan quietly inquired about the senior leaders of the Warlock Academy, the various factions, and the major factions.
Tanya seemed a simple-minded girl.
With the wine to cheer her up, the conversation naturally opened up.