Platinum rank with less experience, will struggle to perform normally in the extremely dangerous Shadow Realm. The unusual environment, bizarre rules, and excessively violent and insane history all t...Chapter 440: Even a Great Poet's Life is Precious

The great poet looked back at Antanas and Sinora.

He was considering whether or not to seek some outside help.

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

But if they get drunk, these two sisters go wild and are impossible to stop.

If the last Blazing Fist monk gets drunk, he won't be able to switch identities with Prahlad. He must remain conscious.

Of the two left, either he drinks or Huberlian does.

"How much can Huberly hold his liquor"

The great love poet spoke and asked,

I haven't tried it much, it should be neither good nor bad.

"Haubertian answered uncertainly."

Hearing this.

The great poet's face wore a look of difficulty.

"Uh..."

Huperlyan, seeing this rare expression on the face of the great poet of love, hesitated and found that in his memory, Lance never touched alcohol.

At the Rogue's Banquet in the chapel, Lance saw a sweet white wine with very low alcohol content. Fray told him to try it and he shook his head laughing.

Could it be that Lan Qi himself is not good at drinking Is he afraid of alcohol

It shouldn't be the case, right

Hubert found it hard to imagine Lance drunk.

But no matter what, we must never let Lance accidentally consume alcoholic beverages again.

"Let me do it then."

Huberly leaned in, asking, "You don't seem to want to drink, do you I've never seen you struggle with something before."

During this hesitation of the two, Darcy the warden sighed.

Perhaps next time I should prepare some juice I feel like it would be more suitable for you two delicate little princesses

Deirya, the warden, raised an eyebrow dismissively, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Those who wouldn't even touch alcohol, once they leave the safety zone and enter the suspended path to reincarnation barrier, will die very soon. They are cowards.

"I've got this."

The great poet shook his head at Huberlian, took a step forward, and accepted the cup of wine.

He stared at the liquor in his glass, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his cup and drained it in one gulp.

First, the lips and tongue are stimulated by the strong alcoholic flavor, like liquid flames sliding across the mouth. This stimulation quickly spreads from the tip of the tongue to the throat, accompanied by a burning sensation, as if the throat is enveloped by an invisible heat wave. As the alcohol slides down, the burning sensation travels straight to the stomach along the esophagus, and a source of heat energy is slowly released.

At this point, the body begins to feel the effects of the liquor. A heat starts in the stomach and gradually spreads throughout the limbs.

Soon, the great poet's body showed signs of rejection to this extraordinarily terrifying liquor, including nausea, headache, and dizziness.

However, the chaotic state does not affect his essence.

He took a deep breath, keeping his face impassive as he placed the empty wine glass on the table with a sharp clink.

The warden opposite, Dearia, was completely stunned.

Won't that hurt if you drink it like that

Could it be a master

"Well...good..."

The warden, Daria, stared blankly and spoke,

It seems you're an opponent worthy of my full effort.

Her smile broadened instantly, becoming more radiant and exuberant. The corners of her mouth turned up in a way that couldn't hide her excitement.

The jailer's desk in the main hall was like a bar, with golden lights adorning it.

Daryl the jailer moved with a smooth, swift grace. He swirled his glass on the table before filling it with wine, then followed in the great poet's footsteps, draining the cup in a single gulp.

Immediately, she endured the pain and pleasure with a defiant look in her eyes, staring at the great love poet as if to say: Keep up with me.

The great poet picked up the wine bottle, poured a full glass, and easily raised his cup to drink. Throughout this, his emerald eyes remained still, gazing at Daria, the prison warden.

He didn't have any competitive spirit in his eyes, he just drank the wine as if it were tea.

"…"

Daeria's hand trembled slightly; she had never met anyone who dared to drink with her like this.

She was acting like she was drinking alcohol, while the other person was having tea.

I can't stand it, I absolutely must win today!

She was both angry and excited!

As time went on, the head warden, Dariya, fueled the atmosphere with her increasingly bold pronouncements and a noticeable degree of intoxication. Her words grew more direct and daring, and she even made exaggerated expressions while taking a sip of wine, seemingly trying to provoke her opponents.

"It seems you can hold out quite well. But this is just the beginning."

With every round of wine, Jailor Derya's face gradually flushed red, but her eyes remained bright and her smile radiant.

That's how it continues relentlessly.

Until finally, the poet of great love held the goblet in his hand, but he couldn't raise it for a long time.

"Oh Is that all you've got"

Darcy the jailer, panting, asked the Great Poet.

"Millian, please help me."

The great poet only said in a hoarse voice to Huberly.

"Here it comes!"

However.

Huperlyan didn't expect that when she grabbed the goblet from the Great Love Poet's hand, the Great Love Poet still had no intention of giving up his seat.

Huberly's pupils contracted sharply.

If she wasn't mistaken, the great poet looked at her with a slight opening of her mouth, as if to say: Let Huberlian help me pour some wine. She took the cup and directly poured it into my mouth.

Because the poet's arms are too weak to raise a glass.

"This…"

Hubert's brain started buzzing.

"Are you awake Are you really going to do this"

She hesitated a little.

Now she couldn't really tell if Lance was protecting her or if he truly had a grudge against Lan.

Kailang’s gentle eyes, as always, seemed to be telling her—

Just trust me, if I promise to do something for you, it will be taken care of and you won't have any trouble.

Hubberley, overcome with emotion, dabbed at her eyes with her sleeve and clenched her jaw as she picked up her glass.

If Ranch says something is possible, then it's definitely possible.

Then.

Just as Director Derry's eyes widened in shock, she saw Hyberlian treating the black-haired, green-eyed girl like an abused child. He held the girl's head in one hand and poured the liquor into her mouth.

The poet of great love stands behind.

I'm a bit worried that Wang will seem calm and collected later, but when I patted her shoulder, I found she had passed away.

Antanas whispered to Sinora.

"Don't say such things. How could our king possibly lose to mere alcohol"

Xin'ora warned Antanas with a hint of displeasure.

"But can you handle this strong liquor"

Antanas drew a little closer to Sinora and asked.

"I reckon he's already fallen over a minute ago."

Xin'ola had to admit, Wang was truly insane when it came to drinking. He seemed to disregard his own life, as long as he didn't die, he would drink himself into oblivion.

Even Dariel, the warden facing them, was stunned.

I'm not a real drunk, and you, my friend, are the true wine saint!

There's one more chapter left, need to finish it before 9:30 p.m.

(The End)

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