Facts have proved that it is not only a grand welcome ceremony that greets Yifeng,

There are also countless unmanageable pourings.

Yifeng was lifted high by Maginot and the others.

His face was as sad as if he was about to go to the execution ground.

In fact, what he is about to face is the execution ground.

As the most outstanding hero in this battle with the orcs.

Hardly anyone was going to let him go on the wine floor!

Erabella grinned and followed behind them, losing no time in adding fuel to the fire.

"Your Excellency Yifeng, if the wine is not good, the character is not good! This is what the King of Peace said! Don't be cowardly!"

Hilam flipped through the red book and nodded his chin.

"Master, your words are so meaningful. Tested for a long time, tested by alcohol! No, just for this sentence, the disciple must also respect you with three cups!"

And people will always avoid a way and smile kindly at this frolicking team.

This is the courtesy that heroes deserve.

The banquet was held in the side hall of the famous Buckingham Palace. It is an unusually large hall, and it is said that most of the balls held in His Majesty's palace are held in this place.

It is a circular piece in the middle, surrounded by dozens of rectangular tables. Hundreds of people formed small groups of acquaintances around these tables.

His Majesty Edward was directly above the main hall, and his table was naturally flanked by some of the dynasty's important ministers and generals.

Yifeng's table was not far from Edward's right hand side, which was a special tribute to the heroes. From Yi Feng's angle, it can be clearly seen that His Majesty nodded and smiled at him.

The banquet starts in the afternoon.

His Majesty first knocked on his glass, stood up and made an infectious speech, nothing more than victory thanks to the concerted efforts of all.

Finally, he held up the golden cup and motioned for everyone to drink.

"For Atlan!"

Everyone toasted and reconciled.

"Long live Your Majesty! Long live Atlanta!"

With the memory of the accordion, the banquet officially began.

On such occasions, it is impossible for His Majesty the King to truly be happy with everyone. He just raised his glass symbolically a few times and then excused himself from the table.

In addition to physical reasons, there is an important matter waiting for His Majesty to decide, and that is the reward that will be awarded at the end of the banquet.

What's more important is that with him and the ministers present, I am afraid that the people here will not be able to let go and have fun.

And the test that Yifeng faced officially began after His Majesty and the others left.

As a warrior known as the test of alcohol, he could not have been so cowardly.

Instead, he stepped on the stool and struck first.

"Come, don't be cowardly if it's a man!"

Yifeng rolled up his sleeves and began to snort rough air through his nose.

"Say what, what to drink, how to drink!"

It must be said that his momentum was quite amazing, and he almost frightened the Maginot people.

His Majesty's banquet is naturally indispensable for good wine. The maid's tray was filled with the wines that Atlanta was famous for. There are orange gins, vermouths with a hint of medicinal herbs, and more rums that are popular with sailors.

In the face of Yifeng's provocation, Maginot was not to be outdone.

He jerked at his shirt, revealing his half-fruited chest, and roared with a glass of wine.

"We don't take advantage of you, we will do three glasses by ourselves, and you will have a drink!"

Maginot was the first to raise his glass.

"I'm Maginot first, and everyone is next!"

The crowd applauded.

This is going to be a wheel war!

Yifeng's face twitched a few times, but he shouted in his mouth that he didn't admit defeat.

"Wait! What's the point of this girl's drinking?"

His eyes flickered, and he put his arms around Hilam's neck beside him, and after a few soft commands, he cried out.

"Hilam, you go find some Jian Nanchun! It's a man who wants to drink this kind of liquor!"

Everyone gasped!

This Jian Nanchun is not an ordinary spirit!

It is said that this is a famous sake invented by King Heian and is famous for its sharp aroma, crystal clear color, and smooth taste. It is the tribute wine of the court, which is rare for ordinary people to see.

It is even more famous for its strong character. Let's say you don't have to blush when you have a bottle of rum in your stomach. But a mouthful of sword Nanchun into the throat, the burning taste is not something that everyone can bear.

Shiram's face was a little strange.

"Master, I'd like to have a few drinks with you too. Don't want to do this. ”

Yifeng kicked the cup-hungry guy out with a kick and blinked.

"Don't hurry up yet, wait until you have something to drink!"

Since it is a tribute wine, it is naturally available in the palace.

Hilam walked around the palace, and when he returned, there were several bottles of wine as white as a spring in the tray.

As soon as the cap is opened, an enticing aroma wafts out.

"Shiram, why don't you pour everyone a drink!?"

Yi Feng took a glass with a smile, tilted his head sharply, poured it into his mouth, his eyes narrowed a few times, his neck was red, and it took a long time to spit out a long breath of wine.

"It's your turn!?"

The Maginot looked at each other. Someone couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it, and as a result, spicy tears and snot flowed together.

This wine is so strong!

However, this is not difficult for Maginot to be, and they have no intention of being fair at all.

"We can't get used to this! It's still a rum bar, so be it! You have a drink, let's all have a drink with you, whoever falls first loses!"

It's not going to be a fair contest.

Maginot was ready to bargain in his heart.

I never thought that Yifeng was really a gentleman at the wine table, and he didn't frown.

"Okay! That's it! It's your turn!"

After a prayer hour.

Maginot was drunk, staggering to his feet, his hands shaking.

"Yifeng, you are really enough for you!"

Behind Maginow, he lay crookedly on the ground.

Yifeng's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he stretched out two slaps.

"Don't talk nonsense!

"One crab, eight claws, two big pointed ends!"

Shiram had already covered his face and couldn't bear to look at it!

After drinking so much wine, I still have to play with Yifeng, which is said to be very popular in the mysterious East.

Maginot can hold on until now, he is already considered a strongman, well!

This unsightly scene was unbearable even for Erabela, who had been holding a wine glass and shuttling among the ladies of the court.

"Yifeng, let me have two drinks with you!"

Irabella blushed on her cheeks and looked like she had drunk a lot.

Yifeng's face wrinkled into bitter gourd.

It's not a problem to drink and fight with a rough man in the army, but you dare to get a princess drunk?

However, the savior soon came.

Hearing an exclamation from the crowd, a staggered body ran over, pulling Yifeng's sleeves and said.

"Your Excellency Yifeng, I'm going to give you a few glasses!"

It was the famous prodigal son, His Royal Highness Gaster.

Yifeng's head hurt even more, and he was about to refuse, when he saw Gast winking at him.

Yifeng was so happy that he hurriedly put the wine glass aside, and held Prince Gast with one hand.

"Your Royal Highness, you have drunk too much. How about Yifeng help you to take a rest in the back garden?"

Looking at the backs of the two of them staggering away.

Erabella stomped her little foot hatefully, picked up Yifeng's wine glass meaningfully, and sniffed it down, almost squirting out.

"This scoundrel!