That night, the Dark Elves hosted a banquet at the palace to entertain the Belmar envoys.

Yang Jian and his entourage entered the banquet hall under the guidance of the waiter, and for a while, the bands on the left and right played the national anthem of Belmar - "God Save the Queen".

Yang Jian listened carefully and found that the lyrics were quite similar to the national anthem of a certain country in his previous life, and he was known for his majestic sentences, which sounded pleasant.

"What do you think of the national anthem?" , Yang Jian muttered to his subordinates.

Hans shrugged, Bob looked like he was playing the piano to the cow, and it was the sharpshooter who made a few exclamations.

"Head, why are they adventurers, they don't belong to any country, and this national anthem sounds like ordinary pop music."

Yang Jian rolled his eyes.

Soon, everyone was seated, and Elder Sharpen, who was seated, was still politely saying a toast, but the people below couldn't wait to start.

I saw the barbarian Bob, with a big chicken leg in his left hand and a large bowl of black tequila in his right hand, chewing as if no one was around, while taking a big sip of sea drink, but his eyes were still staring at the fat roast goose not far away.

The so-called Lian Po is old, and he can still eat rice, old Hans is holding a big bucket of egg fried rice, where he is not in a hurry or slow, and from time to time scoops out a large spoonful of rice and stuffs it into his mouth.

Sharpshooter Kaede is a strict vegetarian, so he tore off a few green leaves to satisfy his hunger, and added at most one fruit.

Little Sissi didn't have the heart to eat, and she didn't know which dark elf waitress sister touched a big lollipop and ate it there with a delicious taste.

"Hahahaha", Yang Jian laughed enthusiastically, "Elder Xia, you are so polite, set up a banquet to entertain me, Yang, I will toast you first!" ”

Yang Jian picked up a large bowl of tequila and left his seat, walking straight towards Sharplon's seat.

"Yang Jian Xiaoyou, where the hospitality is not good, Haihan, Haihan!"

Seeing this, Sharplun hurriedly picked up a glass of wine and stepped forward.

In mid-air, two cup shadows drew an arc.

"Bang", with a crisp sound, bumped into each other.

"Come, toast, I wish the two countries friendship for generations and long live friendship!"

"It's better to be respectful than to obey!"

"Gollum...

"Smack! Good wine, Elder Xia! After Yang Jian was poured a cup, his face suddenly flushed.

"Oh? One more drink, then! Sharplun picked up the wine jug beside him and added wine to Yang Jian.

"Gollum... At this moment, Yang Jian felt lightheaded and unsteady on his feet.

"There are few cups of wine for a thousand confidants", Sharplun picked up the wine jug again and began to persuade him to drink.

Hehe, this kid, after all, is a little tender, if I don't get you drunk today, how can I get the arms I lost.

"Young man, did you fall so little drunk? Again! ”

"Even an old guy like me can't resist it, it's so useless."

"No... I can't do it anymore", Yang Jian's eyes darkened and he fainted.

"Click", the glass fell to the ground and shattered.