“Cluck… Cuckoo”Anthea tapped lightly on the table. Her eyes focused on the wooden box that was neatly placed on the table.The steady sound, coming from under Anthea's slender fingers, startled Maxi out of her hazy thoughts. Unexpectedly for a moment of absentmindedness, Anthea was right back in front of him.Maxi's voice reading, regains the style of the ordinary day. Smile faintly at the opposite person.“You also guessed the target I brought you here for. And I'm sure she also guessed what was inside this box…”While saying that, Maxi ran her finger gently through the oak bark, the same details made on the outside of the box. Respect the words, do not hide the irony part.“I did not expect the record itself to be correct.”Anthea leaned against the wall, finding herself a comfortable position, and spoke softly. But her eyes, blue and as deep as the ocean, still didn't

 Anthea was startled for a moment when she heard Maxi's words, her face flickered with a hint of awkwardness. But very quickly, Anthea returned to her usual cold expression. Quickly take long strides out of the awkward atmosphere in the room.In her mind, she couldn't help but think about what had just happened. A large cellar, inside a rundown popular pub. In recorded history, each oak grain represents the longevity of the tree. The older it is, the better the quality of the wood and wood resin in it, which can harmonize the taste of the soaked wine. The oak barrels used to store wine in the room are all hundreds of years old, the veins are very even and beautiful. The value of those oak barrels is probably not much less than their age. Also, the glass of wine she had just sipped on was 'Goute d'Or Commanderie du Clos du Montmartre' to be exact. That flavor is unmistakable. Anthea's father had also let her taste it before. The spicy, intoxicating flavor is extre