The Great Love Poet glanced back at Antanas and Cinnora.

He was considering whether to seek foreign help.

These two eighth-order demons should be able to drink a lot more than humans.

But in case they get drunk, these two sisters can't stop them from playing drunkenness.

If the last Deceptive Priest is drunk, he will not be able to exchange identities with Pranai, and he must maintain a certain level of consciousness.

Of the remaining two, either he drank it or Hubertian drank it.

"Hubertian, how much do you drink?"

The Great Love Poet asked.

"I haven't tried much, so it's not bad or bad."

Huberian replied unconvinced.

Hear the words.

The poet of great love had a sad face.

"Uh......"

Hubertian looked at the rare expression of the poet of great love, and hesitated to find that Lanch did not drink in his memory.

Earlier at the Templar Villain's Dinner, Ranch laughed and shook his head when he saw a very low degree of white wine liqueur, and Frey told him to drink it.

Could it be that Ranchi himself is not strong enough to drink? Is he afraid of drinking?

Probably not.

It was hard for Huberian to imagine Ranch drunk.

But no matter what, in the future, Ranchi must not be allowed to eat alcohol and food by mistake.

"Why don't you let me come?"

Huberian leaned in and asked, she felt that Lanchi really didn't want to drink, and it was the first time she had seen Lanchi have something that she was not very good at.

While the two of them hesitated, Warden Deria sighed.

"Maybe I should prepare some juice next time?" I think that's more appropriate for you two delicate little princesses? ”

The warden of Deria raised her eyebrows contemptuously, her tone unabashedly sarcastic.

I didn't even dare to drink alcohol, and when I left the safe zone and entered the upside-down enchantment of the path to death, I was also a coward who would soon die.

"I'll just come."

The poet of love shook his head at Huberian, took a step forward, and took the glass.

He stared at the wine in his glass, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his glass and drank it all.

First of all, the lips and tongue are stimulated by the strong smell of alcohol, like a liquid flame sliding through the mouth, this irritation quickly spreads from the tip of the tongue to the throat, accompanied by a kind of burning, as if the throat is wrapped in an invisible heat wave, as the wine slides, the burning sensation goes down the esophagus to the stomach, and a thermal energy source is slowly being released.

At this point, the inside of the body began to feel the effects of the spirits, and the heat began to emanate from the stomach and gradually spread to the limbs.

Soon, the body of the Great Love Poet experienced a rejection reaction to this terrible spirit, including but not limited to nausea, headache, dizziness and other symptoms.

However, the state of chaos does not affect his body.

He took a deep breath and placed the empty wine glass on the table with a crisp sound.

The Deria warden on the opposite side was directly stunned.

If you drink like this, are you really not afraid of pain?

Is it a master?

"Good...... Good ......"

The warden of Deria said in a daze,

"It seems that Ling is an opponent who deserves my all."

Her smile instantly became more cheerful and flamboyant, and the corners of her mouth turned up to hide her excitement.

The warden's desk in the main hall seemed to be transformed into a bar, surrounded by pale golden lights.

The Warden Deria moved steadily but quickly, and the wine glass crossed the table, and poured a glass of wine into his own wine glass, and drank the wine from the wine glass in one gulp, as the Great Love Poet had just done.

Immediately, she endured the pain and pleasure, her eyes flashed with provocation, and she stared at the poet of great love, as if to say: Follow me.

The poet of great love picked up the bottle, poured a full glass, and raised his head to drink with ease, while his emerald green eyes looked motionless at the warden of Deria.

His gaze was not competitive, and he drank the wine like tea.

“……”

Deria's hands trembled a little, she had never seen anyone dare to drink with her like this.

It looks like she's drinking and the other party is drinking tea.

I can't bear it, I can't lose today!

She was so angry and excited, and so excited!

As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more heated by the Drastic Warden above, and gradually began to show a slight drunkenness, and his words became more straightforward and bold, and even deliberately made some exaggerated expressions when drinking a glass of wine in an attempt to provoke his opponent.

"Looks like you're pretty good at it, but we're just getting started."

After each round of drinking, the face of the warden Deria gradually turned red, but her eyes were still fierce and her smile was bright.

And so it goes on and on.

At last, the poet of great love held the wine glass in his hand, but he could not raise it for a long time.

"Oh? Can't you do that? ”

The warden of Deria gasped and asked the poet of great love.

"Miriam, help me."

The Great Love Poet just said to Hubertian in a hoarse voice.

"It's coming, it's coming."

However.

What Huberian didn't expect was that when she grabbed the wine glass in the hand of the Great Love Poet, the Great Love Poet still had no intention of giving up her seat.

Hubertarian's pupils shrank.

If she was not mistaken, the Great Love Poet opened his mouth slightly, and the meaning of that look was to let Hubertian help feed the wine, and directly picked up the cup and poured it into her mouth.

Because the arms of the poet of great love no longer have the strength to lift the glass.

"This ......"

Hubertian's brain was already buzzing.

"Are you sober enough to really do this?"

She was a little overwhelmed.

She couldn't tell whether Lan Qi was trying to protect her or if he really had a grudge against Lan Fu.

Krange's gentle eyes, as always, seemed to tell her persistently—

You just have to believe me, I promise what I will help you do, and I won't let you suffer.

Huberian was moved to tears, wiped her tears with her sleeve, gritted her teeth and picked up the glass.

Ranch said it was okay, and it had to be okay.

Thereupon.

In the shocked eyes of the warden Deria, she saw Huber Ann as if she was abusing the black-haired green-eyed girl, holding the back of the black-haired green-eyed girl's head with one hand, and pouring wine into the black-haired green-eyed girl's mouth.

Great love poet rear.

"I was a little worried that the king would look calm and calm, but when I patted her on the shoulder, I found that she had passed away."

Antanas whispered to Cinola.

"Don't say such things, how can our king lose to mere wine."

With some dissatisfaction, Cinora admonished Antanas.

"But can you withstand this strong drink?"

Antanas asked as he moved closer to Sinora again.

“…… I guess it was poured a minute ago. ”

Cinnora had to admit that the king drank so madly that it was like not taking his own life seriously, but pouring it into his death as long as he didn't drink it.

In this state, even the Deria warden opposite was stunned.

I'm not much of an alcoholic, and you, my friend, are the real drunkards!

There's one more chapter, and I'll finish it before half past nine

(End of chapter)