When the bandits saw Stephanie drinking so boldly, they couldn't help but applaud, and the whole square was even more boiling, and more and more good people poured over to this side.

Even the four former leaders of the annexed bandit group, who were drinking sullen wine, looked curiously from time to time.

After Stephanie drank three glasses of vodka in a row, her face flushed even more, and her eyes were soft and watery, as if she wanted to drip water.

After the applause, looking at the more and more delicate beauty leader, the bandits around him were almost hooked, staring at Stephanie one by one, and subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

Blade's eyes were straight, too, but he wasn't fascinated by his beauty, but he was shocked by Stephanie's drinking. Looking at Stephanie, who was obviously able to drink again after three glasses of vodka in a row, Blade faintly felt that something was wrong. Six shots of vodka is nothing for a blade at this point, but what next?

Blade couldn't help but regret it, knowing that Stephanie was so drinkable, he shouldn't have made it bigger, and he confessed to drinking twice as much as her.

Ward on the side saw Stephanie's drinking, shouted excitedly, and ran to bring a barrel of oak wine that had not yet been opened, put it next to the blade, and shouted: "Master, look at the posture of the head of the regiment, I'm afraid this barrel of vodka is all yours!"

The blade glared viciously at his apprentice, who was crawling inside and out. However, the eyes that are full of lethality on weekdays are completely ineffective in front of the bold Ward under the stimulation of alcohol.

Blade reached out and took the barrel, lifted the seal, and raised the barrel with his head up. After taking a few gulps of vodka, he removed the barrel from his mouth, held the barrel in one hand, wiped the liquor from his mouth with the other, and exclaimed, "Happy." Then he said, "Commander, these vodkas I drank are worth six glasses of you, right?"

At this time, the barrel of vodka that Blade was carrying was a quarter less, almost the capacity of six glasses in Stephanie's hand.

Along with Stephanie, the onlookers were moved, knowing that most of the Romance Empire was located in the bitter cold of the far north, with freezing weather and harsh climate. In order to resist the severe cold, the vodka brewed by the Romans is extremely strong and domineering, and the strong rum brewed by the dwarves on the frozen plateau is the same famous spirit as the famous liquor in the mainland.

With the exception of the Romans and the Dwarves of the Frozen Plateau, who lived in the bitter cold, it was rare to hear of anyone of any other race on the continent who could hold a barrel of such strong wine as water. Suddenly, there was silence in the square.

After a brief silence, a loud cheer erupted in the square inside Blackson Castle.

"No, Master, didn't I bring you wine, but water?" said the dazed Ward to himself.

Stephanie took a deep breath and swallowed three more vodkas in a row. However, this time she drank three glasses of vodka at a much slower rate than last time, and after this three glasses of vodka, her face was already red and shiny, and her eyes became more misty.

"Scar, it's your turn again. Stephanie said with a soft burp.

"Okay, Captain, I'll come again. The blade raised the barrel in his hand again, and poured it into his mouth, and in a few moments, a barrel of vodka was a quarter less, and only half a barrel remained.

There was another earth-shattering cheer in the square.

Stephanie, who was already in a state of drunkenness, finally changed her face, she didn't expect the blade to drink so much. Competitive together, she endured the discomfort of her body and reluctantly drank three more glasses. Nine glasses of vodka in the stomach, together with the vodka that she and Blade drank before the drink, there were already seven or eight pounds. At this time, she only felt as if a fire was burning in her abdomen, burning her in agony.

Blade drank a quarter of a barrel of vodka again, still looking the same.

"Commander, I think you're almost there, let's stop here, right?" Seeing that Stephanie was no longer strong at this time, Blade couldn't help frowning.

"No, I'm not drunk yet, keep drinking. Stephanie poured another full glass of vodka, staggered to the blade, and smirked: "I don't believe it, I'm going to lose to you today, don't I even have half of your drink......?" ”

Stephanie mumbled, holding back the feeling of vomiting as she put the glass to her lips again. However, this time she only drank less than half a cup, and she could no longer bear the tumbling in her stomach, and she vomited with a 'wow'. Only then did she vomit the wine in her belly, and she felt the blackness in front of her eyes again, and the sky swirled for a while, and one stood unsteadily, and her body involuntarily fell forward.

Blade was shocked, hurriedly threw away the barrel in his hand, and freed his hand to support Stephanie.

Feeling those strong and powerful arms, smelling the masculine breath, Stephanie suddenly felt that this scene was so familiar?

It was as if she had gone back in time, to the happy and good times she had experienced in Senjin Village. She slowly raised her head, and in a hazy light, the figure of the werewolf boy in front of her gradually turned into an extremely handsome black elf. Good web

"Brother Senna, I've only lost to your ...... when I drank. Stephanie whispered, her hands suddenly wrapped around Blade's neck, and her sexy and soft cherry mouth leaned towards Blade's mouth .......

When he heard the name 'Senna', Blade was stunned for a moment. He vaguely felt that he should be very familiar with the name. Blade racked his brains and searched his mind for memories of the name 'Senna', and even when Stephanie kissed him, he forgot to avoid it.

Feeling the sudden soft fragrance on his lips, the unexpected sharp blade only felt a bang in his head, and he was dizzy, and the whole person stood in place as if he was stupid, not moving at all.

The noisy Blakeson Castle Square fell silent all of a sudden, and everyone looked at the pair of kissing figures in the square in amazement.

In this not too cold spring night, there was a cold snap, which suddenly arose and blew quietly.

......

When Stephanie woke up the next day, it was the third day of the day. Sunlight shines through the blinds, which are not tightly drawn, illuminating the entire bedroom.

Stephanie felt that her head was still a little groggy, and it seemed that the after-effects of last night's hangover had not been completely eliminated, and she rubbed the temples on both sides of her head vigorously, trying to clear her thoughts as soon as possible.

"I had a drink with Scar last night and it seemed like I lost in the end. This stinky guy, I didn't expect the amount of alcohol to be so horrible that he was more than twice as powerful as me!" Stephanie gradually remembered what had happened last night.

Thinking that she had planned to teach Blade a lesson in drinking so that he would not look down on women, but she didn't want to be taught a lesson by him, Stephanie was angry.

"Orc, orc, I think he's a beast at all, not a human, can a human drink so well? So much vodka, how the hell does he drink it?"

Suddenly, Stephanie let out a scream.

"What did this bastard do to me yesterday?"

A moment later, Stephanie, clad in her body, was about to rush out of her boudoir with a long sword in hand, and when she was fully awake, she had already remembered the scene that had happened yesterday when she was drunk, and she was furious.

This damn orc, his first kiss was actually given to him. Although he wanted to rely on his martial arts to expand the strength of the 'Nightblade Leopard' bandit group, how could he bear it if he dared to take advantage of himself while he was drunk?

Just as Stephanie stepped out of the room, she suddenly stopped, and her face became hesitant.

After some mental struggle, Stephanie took back the foot that stepped out of the door, put the long sword back into the sheath, and said hatefully: "Forget it, this time it's cheaper for him, it's time to employ people, and this account will be calculated later." ”

In this way, Stephanie seemed to have forgotten what happened that night, and every time she saw the blade in Blackson Castle, she was still smiling and charming.

And after Blade awkwardly faced Stephanie a few times, he couldn't help but be relieved to see that Stephanie didn't mention the stubble at all.

"It seems that she was so drunk that she couldn't remember anything. Besides, it was her drunken gaffe who took the initiative to kiss me, but it's none of my business!" Blade comforted himself.

The days passed like this, and the days passed without incident.

On this day, Stephanie sat at her desk and frowned after reading a report submitted by her subordinates.

She put the report on the table, pushed it forward, and said to a lean middle-aged man with a mustache standing across the table, "Hughes, you also look at this report and see how this matter is resolved?"

The man named Hughes was one of the five deputy leaders of the 'Nightblade Panthers' bandit group, and the only one with real power. There is no other reason, just because when the 'Nightblade Panther' was still a third-rate bandit group, Hughes was the deputy head of the 'Nightblade Leopard', and he had always existed as Stephanie's right-hand man, and he was deeply trusted by Stephanie. Compared to the other four nominal 'vice-captains' who played the role of the annexed, Hughes's status and power were completely different.

Hughes picked up the report from his desk and looked at it carefully. After reading the report, he also frowned and said, "Commander, this matter is a bit difficult to handle, I think we have to find out the details of the people who came first, and it is best to find someone who can fight in the past." ”

"Looking for a ...... that can be called?" Stephanie tapped her fingers on the desk, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "I see!"