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The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the blood-red moonlight is sprinkled, and the bright light of the bonfire seems to be blended together, illuminating this small open space like a sunset, and the time seems to be early.

"Woo~~~~ vomit ~~~~~" In such a beautiful night, I squatted in a corner of the open space and vomited.

Too...... I'm sorry for the wine you made for me.

Although I was drunk or not, perhaps those bastards saw something and kept heathing and made me more and more carried away, and finally I fought with a bunch of barbarians.

Outcome...... Of course, the result is still not drunk, Bessy's craftsmanship is not bullied, she said that if she is not drunk, then she is absolutely and not drunk.

However, I miscalculated the gap between myself and the barbarians.

Think about it, Seattle's guy was so hungry that he could eat the size of a meal of ten ordinary strong men in one sitting, what an astonishing appetite.

As for me, it's not bad that I can survive to the death compared to the appetite of three strong men, and this has to be taken into account as an adventurer, and the stomach bag is not afraid of being broken.

The gap between them has caused me to end up where I am now.

It's not drunk, it's spitting. Five jars of wine, a full forty or fifty pounds, even if it is an adventurer-level bladder, it means that Alexander, went to the toilet ten times in a row within an hour, and finally knelt down.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?" Veras stood behind me with a distressed expression, stroking my back, hoping to make me feel better.

"How about I prepare some sobering soup for adults?" She thought I was drunk. I can't help but ask.

"Nope. It's okay, don't. ”

Little Veras, I'm not drunk, I'm really drunk. The group of bastards gloating not far away. I've been beaten to the ground by the pleasure of drinking.

Right now. Thinking of anything that can be eaten, even if it's a tuft of dead grass on the ground, an earthworm. It can cause me to regulate, please don't mention any more decanting soup.

"Hahahaha, you look at the bear of the boss." The old horse's dead laughter came.

"Senior Brother Wu, this is your mistake, you obviously used that kind of cheating wine, and you can't even drink me, it's too much to say."

Seattlek put on a strong pose, which attracted the applause of a group of big men who were already slightly drunk or drunk, and did not hesitate to give Seattlek great titles such as the god of wine.

"Hahaha, hiccup, it's over, it's over, it's not me who blows, this Rogue camp, except for Teacher Kasha and Mu Donggua, I really haven't found anything more drinkable than me, I mean this camp, the king of the elves doesn't count."

Speaking of my king, Seattlek was drunk, and his triumphant face seemed to flash a trace of unease, as if he had some black history.

While the drunkards were dancing and celebrating yet another victory over the stupid and incompetent savior of the Alliance, the few people who were still sane, such as Carlos and the White Wolf, had quietly distanced themselves from them.

Because, behind me, Veras had stood up silently, lowered her head, and picked up a frying pan in her arms.

Under the blood moon, an ominous wind blew quietly.

"No...... No, no, no...... Don't...... You are not allowed to bully adults!! ”

Raising his head suddenly, the pan in Veras's hand seemed to turn into a meteor, and the old horse standing at the front was the first to be shot away, and his body was a hundred meters in the air, sitting in a rotating motion, and the gurgling head was planted on the ground, like a high-speed rotating drill, burrowing into the dirt, until only a pair of calves were exposed.

It seems that it can be directly in front of those calves and immediately tombstone.

The old horse is just the first, Veras, who is blackened and panned, has a petite body, but exudes an aura like an angry mammoth, the pan in her hand is slapped again and again, and the drunks in front of her are slapped one after another to fly hundreds of meters in the air, spinning at high speed, and then falling headlong, all of them are the same as Maraguby.

Veras's strength is not low, and with the sharing of the soul connection, even if she doesn't have a little strength now, in fact, she is not much different from the best of the first-world power-type adventurers such as Laar, Maragerby, and Doug Goff, and may even be better.

Moreover, the pan made by Mu Latin for her is a slap with a flying attribute, plus the materials are kind and the skills are outstanding, so it is really not a problem to shoot a man who is only a few hundred pounds.

Of course, if you want to hide, in fact, everyone can hide, blackening does not mean invincible, and a peak powerhouse in the field like Seattlek has to be more serious, how can Veras be able to shoot.

However, these guys all have the experience of rubbing rice, as the saying goes, eating people has a soft mouth, plus they will definitely continue to rub in the future, I don't want Veras to worry, and in the future, add some ingredients to their own share alone, or stand still obediently, it is more cost-effective to be patted away.

Therefore, there was this spectacular scene of a frying pan sweeping thousands of troops, and in just a few seconds, more than a dozen big men, tall and short, strong and weak, were all slapped up and flew, and their heads were planted.

"I'm glad I'm smart." Ral, the lucky man who had long sensed that something was wrong and slipped away early, watched from a distance and wiped a cold sweat.

"Really? Clever Mr. Ral? Lisa smiled behind him, and next to Lisa was his baby daughter, silently wiping her sword.

"Listen...... Listen to me! Ral's legs were weak in fright, and if he knew this, it would be better to just stand there and be slapped away by Veras.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd resounded with Lal's screams, which was really sad for those who heard it, and wept for those who saw it.

"Alright, alright. Veras, good, I'm fine. "I snickered at the sight of those bastards being damned, but the blackened Veras couldn't be left alone, she still seemed to be a little unsatisfied.

I hurriedly leaned up, hugged Veras in my arms, and touched my head to comfort me.

Gradually, comforted by me, Veras looked up blankly. Revealing that pair of purity and immaculateness. Eyes that look like black gems.

"Huh...... I...... What exactly did I do? She looked left and right at the guys with their heads still on the ground, and seemed to remember what had happened, and let out a series of startled sounds.

"Hug ...... Sorry, I'm ...... I didn't mean to...... Body...... The body is not controlled...... Only...... So...... So don't bully adults......" Veras panicked. Speak incoherently. than to explain it with a finger.

Although apologized. However, Veras didn't seem to feel that she had done anything wrong, as could be heard from the last sentence of her words.

"There's no need to apologize. Veras beat all these bastards out for me, thank you so much, Veras, I love you so much. Holding Veras's face, I kissed her the lips.

"Huh...... Huh...... "Wave after wave, the previous thing has not calmed down, I was unexpectedly kissed like this again, I noticed many eyes looking over, Veras's face gradually turned red, red, crimson, and finally poof, steaming, under the double nervousness and shyness, fainted.

Very good, the blackened Veras, after solving the problem, carefully pulled out the pan that was still held in Veras's arms, and I handed her over to Linya, who came to pick her up.

After disarming the murder weapon, those guys who still kept their heads on the ground took a long breath and pulled their heads out.

Oh yes? Who is the owner of those little legs that keep swaying slightly? It seems that there is no help, so let's just add soil and bury it.

"What a disaster, this time I got so carried away that it stimulated Verus." The culprit, Seattle, scratched his bare head and grinned, as the first party of Wu Fan's family, he had the most to do with Veras's pan.

At that moment, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw that it was Bessie, who had been very inconspicuous from beginning to end in this banquet, standing beside him, and was confronted by his fierce and hideous face, and immediately trembled, as if he was about to lose his position.

"To ...... Do you want to give it a try? However, even Bess, who was about to faint in fear in the face of Seattle's fierce face, said such words from her mouth.

"What...... What the? Seattleck thought he had misheard, so he put his ear up.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I...... I mean, give it a try...... Is this one? Beth trembled even more with fright, and handed out something she was holding in her arms tremblingly.

It's a jar of wine.

"Bess, are you sure you want to compare this with me?" Seattleck looked surprised.

After discovering that Beth was making a good wine, Seattlek, the drunkard, immediately put Beth in the second place among the objects that needed to be stammered, and the first place was of course Veras.

Every time he returned to the camp, he would go to the Green Forest Bar from time to time to ask Beth for a few jars of wine she had brewed herself, thanks to this, seeing Seattle's fierce face, and the powerful momentum exuded from his body, Bessy's fans suddenly decreased by one-third, and even the business of the Green Forest Bar was affected, fortunately, Seattlek was a rare smart and witty barbarian, and he was also a big tyrant, so the wine money he stayed every time was enough to make up for the impact on the business.

After saying so much, it is actually just a sentence, because it is the relationship between the drunkard, and the relationship between him and Beth is quite familiar compared to others, but Seattlek has not seen the amount of Bess drinking.

However, no matter how good her alcohol is, she can't compare to the number one in her camp.

"Hmm." Beth nodded firmly, thought for a moment, and said in an inaudible timid voice.

"But...... But my appetite can't be compared to that of you, Lord Seattle, so I can only ...... I can only make a small request...... Can...... Try to use a stronger wine to try it out? ”

"Hahaha, of course this is fine." Seattleck was amused by this honest maid, who was just a petite and delicate ordinary girl, but a tall barbarian warrior herself. Of course, there is no comparison of appetites, so if you really want to test the amount of alcohol fairly, the only way is to try to use as strong wine as possible, otherwise, a certain druid is a lesson from the past.

If you really want to compare, even if Beth doesn't say it, Seattle Ke will take the initiative to bring it up, he is the first bacchus in the camp, and he is facing an ordinary girl, so naturally he has to compare fairly. Belch. Senior Brother Wu doesn't count, who let him cheat.

Everyone's attention was attracted by this peculiar contest, and Beth was going to test the amount of wine with Seattle, oh my God? No kidding. Don't look at anything else. Just a comparison of the size of the two. Seattle, who was close to three meters, was afraid that one arm was the size of Bess and stood together. It's like a giant bear and a white rabbit.

Although I knew that Bess had a good amount of alcohol, but seeing this disparity and contrast, I still had no bottom in my heart, and I was about to step forward to persuade me, but I was caught by Finnie.

"Don't worry, Beth won't lose." She gave me a thumbs up, revealing a reassuring look, if it was just Finney, after all, this pseudo-mother is not very reliable, but even Ou Na next to her nodded approvingly.

Could it be that Beth can really win?

I stopped, my eyes wide, and by this time, Beth and Seattleck were already sitting facing each other, and Beth expertly opened the jar of wine in her arms.

Suddenly, a strong smell of wine that made people's noses choke violently rushed over, across the crowd, more than ten meters away, I couldn't help but sneeze a few times, just smelling it, there was a kind of shaky feeling.

This is wine, this is clearly alcohol...... No, it's even more powerful than alcohol, and the smell alone can make you drunk.

"Ben...... Originally, I wanted to try to make a wine like Sack Crystal Wine, but after all, due to the material limitations, I couldn't make such a delicious wine, but the strength was not much different, and I usually had to mix it to 20 before I could enter it. ”

As soon as she talked about wine, the timid Beth also became a little talkative, and without the slightest stammer, she finished saying this.

I see, I said that this intensity, how is it a little familiar, it turned out to be Sark crystal wine.

As soon as Bess said this, I understood, amazing, too powerful, I dared to challenge the Sark Crystal Wine, you must know that the Sark Crystal Wine is the secret wine of the Elf Clan, and the materials are also very expensive and scarce, even if it is the entire Elf Royal Family, there will not be much, only Beja's little girl is willing to take it out and spoil it.

As a maid in an ordinary bar, Bess naturally can't compare with the entire elf clan and collect those expensive brewing materials, so failure is inevitable, but she can still make wine with the same intensity as Sack crystal wine, which is terrifying enough.

Am I still underestimating Bess winemaking?

In any case, with this jar of wine, the competition can be carried out in a relatively fair environment, according to Bess said, this jar of wine can only be eaten at one for twenty, so it is at least equivalent to twenty jars of spirits, even Seattle is afraid that he can't finish it.

At that moment, Beth made an even more surprising move.

She suddenly drank three bowls in a row, then wiped the corners of her mouth and looked at Seattle timidly, as if she was afraid that he would be angry at her rash actions.

"Master Seattleck has just ...... I've drunk a lot, and for the sake of fairness, I'm ...... I drank these three bowls first. ”

"To be fair? I didn't expect to be given up by a little girl. Seattleck scratched his head, saying that he was a little depressed, these three bowls of wine were already equivalent to about one-twentieth of a jar of wine.

"Isn't Lord Seattle...... Did you let me too? If it's ordinary wine, I'...... I'm no match for Lord Seattleke. Beth said weakly.

"In other words, is it okay to have such a wine? Have guts. Seattle's eyes froze, he grabbed the bowl in front of him and drank it all without hesitation.

Suddenly, a spicy breath made a veteran drunkard like Seattlek tremble.

It's as strong as the Sack Crystal Wine, if not more than it, but it doesn't have the richness of the Sack Crystal Wine, and to be honest, drinking it is more of a sin than a pleasure, and even the dwarves who like spirits the most will certainly not like it.

But it's good to use it for a competition.

After taking a sip, Seattlek looked at him in surprise.

A bowl of wine, even he couldn't bear it a little, but the girl opposite just drank three bowls in a row in one go, and it was as if it was nothing.

The fierce rival, even if it is not as good as the elf queen who makes herself unable to have more thoughts, I am afraid that it is not much worse.

Facing such an ordinary person, for the first time in his life, Seattle lost the confidence to win.

By the twenty-fifth bowl, Seattleck was defeated, staggering and falling down, unable to get up again, and Beth was only slightly red.

From the beginning of this game, no one said a word from beginning to end, and there was only the sound of gasping for air.

I'm afraid that after this battle, the camp ...... No, the title of the first bacchus god in the mainland is about to fall to Bis.

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