Hot pasta, oily stew, white rice with a pure rice aroma.

The three things are not very precious, for Li Zhenshu, who is used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, he doesn't have much appetite, but Morel has a big appetite, and he ate two bowls of stew in a row, if it weren't for Li Zhenshu's stopping, maybe he would have to come to another bowl.

"Doesn't the Emerald Lord have an appetite?", the God-level battle mage asked respectfully.

"No, it's just that I'm a quiet person, and I can't eat if it's too noisy. Obviously, Lao Li was just making excuses, he almost said that he was losing weight and couldn't eat with oil.

"Hosts, this one was delicious. Morel said vaguely with something in his mouth, "Well, can you bring me some wine, just ordinary fruit wine, it's too greasy to eat just now." ”

The battle mage nodded, "Originally, you could only drink alcohol at fifteen, but Miss Morel proposed it, of course you can enjoy this courtesy as an emerald lord, but if you give it to Miss Morel, everyone here will have a share, so the majesty of the King of the Caucasus will inevitably be reduced." ”

Morel was stunned, he just said casually, how did he get into the majesty of the Caucasus, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Forget it." She was afraid that if the battle mage continued, the sinking of Isenger would fall on her head.

was still full of interest, but by such a hand, the desire to have fun disappeared in an instant.

There was still a sound of nonsense eating and drinking, and Morel stood up, "Master, let's go to the Guobin Hotel." ”

"What's the matter?, haven't finished the meal yet?", Li Zhen smiled.

"I'm full. ”

"But I haven't touched the bowl yet. Li Zhenshuo brought his own bowl of stewed meat, put a small sip into his mouth, and sure enough, the halfling's cooking skills were good, just a small sip, and then asked with a smile, "Mr. Master, can you give me a glass of wine?"

The battle mage was stunned, it was obvious that Li Zhenshu didn't want to eat, he was obviously reprimanding himself against the wishes of a maid, he could use the Caucasus to oppress Morel, but he couldn't speak to Li Zhenshu in the same tone.

Li Zhenshu is a lord, and he has absolute privileges.

"Of course!", the god-level battle mage said embarrassedly, grabbing himself and shouting directly to everyone, "Today, a glass of rum will be presented to all the inhabitants to celebrate the arrival of the Emerald Lord in the Caucasus. ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to figure out that it was Li Zhenshu who came to the Jade Ridge, and they all stared curiously at Li Zhenshu in the corner.

Lord of Sin Lands!

In Caucasian propaganda, Emerald Ridge has always been synonymous with evil, co-opting mercenary merchants, squeezing the living space of ordinary creatures, and forcing every creature to believe in the Temple of the Dead, defiling corpses.

Evil, domineering, bloody, all imaginable evils can be placed on Li Zhenshu's head.

It is even rumored that Li Zhenshu was able to become a lord, completely thanks to the blessing of the king of the Caucasus, and the entire Esinger should have belonged to the Caucasus.

I heard that the ordinary residents of Emerald Ridge may not be able to eat a bite of fresh meat for half a year, and even so, they have to accept the exploitation of Emerald Ridge.

The creatures who failed to escape the Orc Plateau in time were all imprisoned as slaves in the Stone Demon Camp, and just a few hours earlier, this executioner had destroyed the ancestral land where the barbarians had lived for generations.

When it comes to Li Zhenshu, every living being has a negative image in their minds.

No one cheered, no one was excited, but they were all staring curiously at the sinful Emerald Lord.

Without demonic tentacles, he looks like an ordinary human, how can he be so evil.

"Let's raise our palms and welcome the Emerald Lord Bright Hard. Seeing the cold field, the god-level battle mage took the initiative to raise his hand.

Smack!

The crisp voice, extremely embarrassing, the huge square, only the applause of the battle mage alone.

Morel blushed angrily, such applause was obviously embarrassing Li Zhenshu, it was obvious that this group of battle mages had completely scandalized Li Zhenshu.

There are many slogans on the road, which are used to knock down Li Zhenshu and unite Esinger, who is being judged by these ordinary creatures for no reason, so that Morel does not know what to do.

It was she who brought Li Zhenshu here, and if she hadn't joined in the fun, she wouldn't have been ridiculed like this at all.

"Master!", Morel could only hurry.

Li Zhen smiled, stood up, and stared at the god-level battle mage, such a dismount has to be said to be very clever, so that he has no temper at all.

"Go back to the guest house, I'm a little tired. Li Zhen said lightly.

"The Emerald Lord hasn't enjoyed the unique rum of the ice field yet, and as the guest of honor of the King of the Caucasus, you should have this honor. As he spoke, he gave the hand next to him a look, and a glass of high-strength liquor was brought up directly, and then a glass was handed to everyone one after another.

The smell of alcohol is so strong that you can smell it clearly even on the table.

"The master can't drink spirits!", Morel knew the amount of alcohol Li Zhenshu, ordinary fruit wine can drink a little, once the degree is reached, it is basically a cup of drunk.

Li Zhenshu is greedy for alcohol, and he also likes this kind of high concentration, but most of them are mixed in coffee, at most three to five drops at a time, and even then, it takes a long time to recover.

Li Zhenshu can't drink spirits, it's not that he can't, it's really that he is allergic to spirits.

"Miss Morel said with a smile, isn't this a shame for the people of Hader Town, I just promised the Emerald Lord and tampered with the will of the King of the Caucasus, can't the Emerald Lord drink a glass of thin wine?"

"Please!", the townsfolk of Harder said, gulping their glasses into their mouths.

Morel looked anxious, these people didn't care about the amount of alcohol, but Li Zhenshu really couldn't do it, this glass of strong wine was estimated to cost him half his life.

The palm of his hand stretched forward and pressed it directly on the wine glass, "I'll drink it for the master!", but no matter how hard he tried, the wine glass just didn't leave the table for half a minute.

"Miss Morel, this glass of wine is a tribute to the Emerald Lord by all the inhabitants of Hader Town, you are not qualified. Sven, a god-level battle mage, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and went straight into his stomach, "Jade Lord, please." ”

Li Zhen smiled, put his fingers on the wine glass, and held it easily.

The wine was bright and moist, with a strong rum smell mixed with the alcohol, it was indeed a high-strength rum, and compared to the little devil burning knives she had seen, the fire spirit in Smai City was not too high.

Smelling it lightly, the smell of wine almost made him faint, there was no poison in the wine, Li Zhen trembled and dared to pack the ticket, this battle mage did not dare to move himself.

Just a pure glass of high-strength spirits.

"Master!", Morel cried out in a daze.

"Please!", the god-level battle mage smiled and asked.

"Emerald Lord, please!", all the residents of Hader Town said in unison.

The wine glass swayed slightly, this kind of thing he didn't want to eat, his eyes were tightly closed, a mouthful, like a poison, the tongue cavity along the throat, like a flame, straight into the belly.

In an instant, red skin jumped from the neck along the roots of the ears all over the body, and his face was as red as a real buttocks.

Boom!

Li Zhen trembled violently.

It's cold!

This is the after-effect of his drinking, when others warm up after drinking, and he trembles all over.

"Go back to the hotel. Although Li Zhen was trembling, his body did not move, and he said to Morel.

"Emerald Lord, you don't have to say a few words to the inhabitants of Hader Town, after all, you finally came once. The god-level battle mage stepped forward.

Li Zhen turned his head suddenly.

Burst!

The god-level battle mage felt a pain in his chest, and blood spurted out like a mouthful of blood arrows.

At that moment, Li Zhen's trembling eyes almost strangled him, and that terrifying spiritual power was completely a sharp drill knife, and there was no resistance at all.

His chest hurt, and the blood was still gushing up his throat, and the battle mage didn't dare to spurt it out again, he was a god, and he couldn't lose this face in front of the residents of Hader Town.

He represents the king of the Caucasus.

"Go back to the hotel and lead the way. Li Zhen said in a cold voice.

The god-level battle mage stepped forward, only to feel that his strength was empty, and he was about to fall, so he barely held the table, breathed for a while, and hurriedly walked forward.