Mary and Dolores were off the stage, watching the competition closely.
"Wait!" Dolores frowned and said to Craigie.
Craigie didn't seem to hear that. He picked up another wine jar and was about to pour wine into his mouth.
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the wine jar in Craigie's hand instantly cracked and the wine spilled all over the ground.
"What do you mean?" Craigie frowned and looked at the coachman.
"There seems to be something wrong with your wine." Dolores said suspiciously.
"She said there was something wrong with your wine." The coachman looked at Dolores.
Dolores wasn't the kind of person who would talk nonsense. She must have discovered something.
Although it seemed that Dolores was only Sherman's maid, she was not as simple as she looked.
Ordinary people were not qualified to stay with Sherman.
Dolores had her own ability. She had a strong sense of medicine and magic.
"Is there a problem?" Craigie raised his eyebrows.