Wine table culture is pure dregs culture.
But in some things, for some people, the wine table culture is indeed a path that has always been envisioned, such as Berserker.
They are addicted to alcohol and regard drinking as the top priority in life. According to particularly incomplete statistics, at least 50% of the people in this world who died due to excessive drinking or drinking mistakes were berserkers.
Of course, the remaining fifty percent are social animals.
Therefore, among the group of berserkers, drinking is often an excellent way to connect with each other and communicate and work. For most of the disputes, the group did little more than wrestle and fight and drink. It seems that in their dictionary, everything can be summed up in two words: fighting and drinking.
Of course, if you think this is a bold performance by the berserker, you are seriously deceived.
"right here."
In the deepest part of the tavern, in a room that looked no different from an ordinary room, there was a table with a large pile of spirits in glass bottles beside it. Noxa closed the door, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhou Li.
"The rules are very simple, one hour, whoever counts first loses."
Handing the contract with the coat of arms of the Just Church to Zhou Li, Noxar said boldly: "Wine to make friends, as long as I fall, the Berserker Blood Wine will be yours, and I will support you in becoming a leader. .”
"But if you fail."
Noxa chuckled, sat on the chair, and took a wine bottle in one hand, "The vine-thorned silver is mine."
"At the same time, whether you fail or not, as soon as you walk out of this house you will forget all of this, don't you agree?"
"good."
Zhou Li had no objections and signed his name happily. Putting the contract and the glass bottle filled with red dewdrops on the table, Noxa twisted his neck and motioned for Zhou Li to sit in front of him.
"This wine should be quite strong."
Shaking the bottle in his hand, Zhou Li nodded with satisfaction. Noxa was a little surprised and asked: "
"Does Mr. Brave like to drink?"
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"Does Mr. Zhou Li like to drink?"
Leaning against the car door and lighting a cigarette, Roya, who was in a complicated mood, looked at the sign of the Ax Tavern and asked Eluma beside him: "Can he really drink like this group of barbarians?"
"Zhou Li doesn't like drinking. It seems he can't drink either."
Eluma answered the previous question first, then she was stunned for a moment, turned her head, and asked curiously: "Huh? Why do you ask Zhou Li if he can drink?"
"Um?"
Luo Ya's hand when lighting the cigarette froze, his brows furrowed, and he asked puzzledly: "Isn't Mr. Zhou Li going to the game to drink?"
"Why?"
Eluma tilted her head in confusion, hesitated for a moment and then asked slowly:
"They shouldn't be competing..."
Bang! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The wine bottle in his hand shattered, leaving only fine glass fragments reflecting the candlelight in the dim room. Zhou Li held the broken wine bottle enchanted by the black mist and stepped on the table. Looking at Noxa who was slumped on the table with his eyes widened in disbelief, Zhou Li patted his face and said regretfully:
"You're such a bad drinker that you drank just one bottle?"
"You...how...you know?"
Caught off guard, Noxa was knocked down by the enchanted +14 artifact wine bottle. He raised his hand, then lowered it weakly, and asked sadly and angrily: "Why do you know, do you know?!"
Seeing Noxa crying and seeing sadness, Zhou Li sighed softly. He threw the bottle aside, sat next to Noxa and said earnestly: "Can you invent using teammates to stack Blood Rage?" , eating concentrated chili peppers to pretend to be blood-wrathed to deceive the enemy, and each holding a bottle of poison-quenching weapons, do you think I will obediently compete with you in drinking?"
"Silly boy, when I signed the contract, the wrinkles on your face were almost as big as the parking lot. Do you think I can't tell?"
Yes, the so-called "Berserker Drinking Feast" is actually a trap. It's the trick of this group of dark and despicable berserkers who look like reckless men. Once someone is really tempted by this, they choose to engage in the so-called "bet" with the Berserker. They will first drink the drugged wine that has been prepared long ago, and then be knocked down by the berserker with a stick, and then they will lose the bet directly.
The contract only said "the first to fall is the loser", but it didn't say that the first to fall was to drink.
"Playing on words?"
Zhou Li put Noxa on the chair and said with a smile: "The last person who played word games with me was named Atalona, and now I have to take myself out. Now I will give you two choices. One is honest. Give me the blood of the berserker."
"What about the second...?"
After hearing Noxa's intermittent questions, Zhou Li stepped forward, showing a very kind smile and speaking in a kind tone. However, Noxar felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"You're a smart guy, you don't want to know."
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
After about a minute, Noxa sighed and stretched out his hand. The glass bottle shattered and the red liquid dissipated into the air. The contract on the side was suspended in mid-air, turning into a crimson pearl and falling on the table.
"take it."
Noxa looked at Zhou Li and said with helplessness and emotion: "Actually, when I saw the silver vines, I knew that I had to hand over this pearl and jade. Those who can handle the Hunter Guild can easily handle us. I I just want to see if you are the righteous warrior they rumored to be."
"uh-huh."
Zhou Li used black mist to put the berserker blood wine in his hand, and then asked Noxa: "How do you feel now that you see me?"
Hearing this, Noxa, who had just recovered a little at this time, grinned, stretched out his hand, gave a thumbs up, and said calmly: "Zhong, I can do whatever I can with you."
"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, Jordanian Government Hall."
Zhou Li put his hand on the door handle and paused suddenly. Then he opened the door and left the room without looking back, leaving only one sentence.
"If you want to do well, you should first clear the New York Tower."
"rest assured."
Noxa, who was slumped on the chair, waved his hand and watched Zhou Li's back disappear into the secret room. Feeling the pain on his forehead and the strange feeling left by the black mist, Noxa smacked his mouth in fear and said to someone:
"You have a bright mind, you are strong, you know how to make choices, and most importantly, you are ruthless. I really have to thank you this time."
He braced himself, turned around, looked at the figure that gradually reappeared in the shadow, and said to him with a thankful tone:
"Old man, you're right, I can't afford to offend this kid, and I can't offend him either."
"I'm glad you believed me, Mr. Noxa."
The old man, as thin as a skeleton and with white hair and gray beard, walked out slowly. He wears a white robe with scale patterns, his hands are covered with bandages, his thighs are embedded with external mechanical bones, and his exposed skin is covered with magic stripes. He clasped his hands together, his old face full of plainness and piety. After tapping the scale pattern on his chest, the old man's voice sounded in the secret room:
"The God of Justice teaches us that whoever gives gets something. You saved me, so I should repay you."
"One yard is another yard, and thanks should be thanked."
Looking at the old man in front of him, Noxa was extremely grateful for the decision he made in the desert. He looked at the old man and slowly said his name:
"Bishop Levis."
