"What would the guest like to have?"

The masked woman sat in front of the bar. Although Ringer was confused because he had forgotten something, his good professionalism still drove him to smile.

"A glass of purple spirit." A hoarse voice came from under the mask.

Ringer couldn't help being taken aback, she actually knew the purple elf? Since he made this wine, not many people know about this wine.

He seemed to think of something, but when he saw the other party

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