The Poet of Great Love glanced back at Antanas and Sinola.

He was considering whether to seek outside help.

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

But if they got drunk, there would be no stopping those two sisters from going on a drunken rampage.

If the last Overlord Cult priest passed out, he wouldn't be able to switch identities with Pulana, he had to maintain a certain degree of clear consciousness.

So, of the remaining two, either he drinks, or Hyperion drinks.

"Hyperion, how's your alcohol tolerance?"

The Poet of Great Love asked.

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

Hyperion replied uncertainly.

Hearing this.

The Poet of Great Love looked troubled.

"Uh..."

Hyperion looked at the Poet of Great Love's rare expression, and hesitated for a moment, realizing that Lanqi never touched alcohol in her memory.

Previously, at the Saint Hall Villain's banquet, when Lanqi saw the very low-alcohol sweet white wine, Frey asked him to drink it, but he smiled and shook his head.

Could it be that Lanqi himself couldn't hold his liquor? Was he afraid of drinking?

That shouldn't be the case.

Hyperion found it hard to imagine Lanqi drunk.

But no matter what, she must never let Lanqi accidentally eat food containing alcohol in the future.

"Why don't you let me do it."

Hyperion leaned in a little closer and asked, she felt that Lanqi really didn't want to drink, and it was also the first time she had seen Lanqi not good at something.

During the hesitation of these two, the Dairya Warden sighed.

"Perhaps next time I should prepare some juice? I feel that would be more suitable for you two delicate little princesses?"

The Dairya Warden raised her eyebrows contemptuously, her tone undisguisedly sarcastic.

Not even daring to drink alcohol, those cowards who would quickly die after leaving the safe zone and entering the upside-down Path to Rebirth boundary.

"I'll do it."

The Poet of Great Love shook his head at Hyperion, took a step forward, and took the wine glass.

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

First, his lips and tongue were stimulated by the strong taste of alcohol, like liquid fire sliding across his mouth. This stimulation quickly spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat, accompanied by a burning sensation, as if his throat was wrapped in an invisible heatwave. As the wine slid down, the burning sensation reached his stomach along the esophagus, and a heat source was slowly being released.

At this time, the inside of his body began to feel the effects of the strong liquor, and the heat began to radiate from his stomach, gradually spreading to his limbs.

Soon, the Poet of Great Love's body showed a rejection reaction to this extremely terrible liquor, including nausea, headache, dizziness, and other symptoms.

However, the state of chaos did not affect his main body.

He took a deep breath and placed the empty wine glass on the table without changing his expression, making a crisp sound.

The Dairya Warden opposite him was directly stunned.

Drinking like that, aren't you afraid of the pain?

Could he be an expert?

"Good... good..."

The Dairya Warden said blankly,

"It seems you are an opponent worthy of my full effort."

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

The warden's desk in the main hall was like a bar, decorated with light golden lights.

The Dairya Warden's movements were steady but quick. The wine glass slid across the table, and she poured herself a glass, learning from the Poet of Great Love just now, and drained the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Immediately, she endured the pain and pleasure, a glint of provocation flashing in her eyes, staring at the Poet of Great Love, as if to say: Keep up with me.

The Poet of Great Love picked up the wine bottle, poured a full glass, and easily raised the glass to drink, his emerald green eyes fixed on the Dairya Warden throughout the process.

There was no competitive spirit in his gaze, he drank the wine as if he were drinking tea.

"..."

The Dairya Warden's hand trembled a little, she had never seen anyone dare to drink with her like this.

It was as if she was drinking wine, and the other person was drinking tea.

Unbearable, she must not lose today!

She was angry and excited, and excited and excited!

As time went on, the Dairya Warden, who was getting tipsy, made the atmosphere more and more enthusiastic, and gradually began to show slight signs of drunkenness. Her words became more direct and bold, and she even deliberately made some exaggerated expressions when drinking a glass of wine, trying to anger her opponent.

"It seems you can still hold on, but this is just the beginning."

After each round of drinking, the Dairya Warden's face gradually flushed, but her eyes were still excited and her smile was bright.

It continued like this.

Until finally, the Poet of Great Love's hand gripped the wine glass, but he was unable to lift it for a long time.

"Oh? Is that all you've got?"

The Dairya Warden asked the Poet of Great Love, panting.

"Milian, help me."

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

"Coming, coming."

However.

What Hyperion didn't expect was that when she grabbed the wine glass in the Poet of Great Love's hand, the Poet of Great Love still didn't intend to give up his seat.

Hyperion's pupils shrank sharply.

If she was not mistaken, the Poet of Great Love's mouth was slightly open, and the meaning in his eyes was to ask Hyperion to help him feed the wine, to directly pick up the cup and pour it into her mouth.

Because the Poet of Great Love's arm was no longer strong enough to lift the wine glass.

"This..."

Hyperion's mind was already buzzing.

"Are you clear-headed, do you really want to do this?"

She was a little unable to do it.

She couldn't really tell now whether Lanqi was protecting her, or really had a grudge against Lanfu.

But Lanqi's usual gentle eyes seemed to persistently tell her -

Just trust me, I won't let you suffer from things I promised to help you with.

Hyperion was moved to tears, wiped her tears with her sleeve, and gritted her teeth to pick up the wine glass.

If Lanqi said it was possible, then it must be possible.

Thus.

In the shocked eyes of the Dairya Warden, she saw Hyperion, like 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 the wine into the black-haired, green-eyed girl's mouth.

Behind the Poet of Great Love.

"I'm a little worried that Wang will look calm and composed later, but when we pat her on the shoulder, we'll find that she has already passed away."

Antanas whispered to Sinola.

"Don't say that, how could our Wang lose to mere alcohol."

Sinola warned Antanas with some dissatisfaction.

"But can you withstand this strong liquor?"

Antanas moved a little closer to Sinola and asked.

"...I guess I would have collapsed a minute ago."

Sinola had to admit that Wang drank too frantically, it was like she didn't value her life, if she didn't die from drinking, she would drink until she died.

In this state, even the Dairya Warden opposite her was stunned.

I'm nothing compared to you when it comes to drinking, my friend, you are a true wine saint!

There's another chapter, I'll finish it before 9:30

(End of this chapter)