In the second week of the fifth month, in the year four hundred and eighty-six of the modern era, Ron was on his way to visit one of the wealthiest families in the Kingdom of Burning Ice: the Darkwall family.
The moment he had presented the green fairy wine—made with third-stage beast blood—to the various banks of that region, a huge commotion had swept through the noble halls.
The reason was quite simple: producing this type of wine was extraordinarily difficult, even with the recipe in hand.
Most attempts ended in failure, and the higher the level of the beast whose blood was being used, the greater the chances that the wine would turn out spoiled.
Because of this, wines made with the blood of third-stage beasts or higher were an absurd rarity—even rarer than the sheer difficulty of killing beasts of that level would suggest.
Only the wealthy central empires could produce such wines in decent quantities, and even they struggled to brew anything from fourth-stage beasts.
