Chapter 191: The Winner of the Laurel

Alberto Shervine licked his dry lips and peered into the bottom of the antique bottle. There was just a shallow mouthful of wine left. It was so little that he did not even think of asking anyone for help. He reached out himself, ready to pour out the very last drops. A weathered hand came down and pressed firmly over his, stopping the motion. Alberto glanced up. It was his old friend, Zaire Zionee. Zaire smiled, his eyes narrowed. "We've about finished judging this wine. It's time to move on...