The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 242 Drinking Together

"Want to have a drink? There are only three of us left in the Holy Grail War."

Weiss smiled and extended the invitation. His voice was steady and calm, his slightly raised mouth corners held a hint of composure, and his eyes were clear and determined.

He gently spread out his hands in an inviting gesture.

"Tsk~" Jin Shanshan snorted with disdain.

His proud figure slowly descended from the air, and golden light flickered around him like bright stars.

His steps were light and graceful, and each step seemed to carry an unparalleled majesty.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of arrogance and contempt.

Seeing this, Weiss conjured up a gorgeous chair.

The wine glass was exquisite, the golden liquid rippled slightly in the glass, emitting a charming luster, as if it were a precious work of art.

Looking at the golden liquid, Jin Shanshan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"What kind of wine is this?"

There was a hint of questioning in his voice, and the tone was arrogant and cold.

"I don't know what it's called, but this is a 3000-year-old fine wine brewed by the Asgardians for the God-King Odin."

Weiss answered calmly, his eyes showing no fear at all, unconcerned with Gilgamesh's questioning.

"God King?"

Jin Shanshan's face instantly became unhappy. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and golden light flashed in his eyes.

"It's actually a 3000-year-old fine wine. I really need to savor it."

Iskandar seemed very generous. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all without hesitation.

The golden liquid slid into the throat instantly like silky satin, bringing a cool and mellow feeling.

Various fruity aromas instantly surround your mouth, as if you are in a beautiful orchard. The sweetness of apples, the fragrance of grapes, and the freshness of oranges are intertwined together, making you intoxicated.

Once it enters the stomach, it has a strong aftertaste.

A burst of hot energy rushed directly to Iskandar's forehead, causing his face to turn red instantly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the strong effect of the alcohol.

He exhaled a breath of alcohol, which was not the smell of alcohol, but a charming floral scent.

The fragrance is fresh and elegant, as if spring flowers are swaying gently in the breeze.

"Good wine!" Iskandar exclaimed loudly, his eyes full of satisfaction and enjoyment.

"A country bumpkin who has never seen the world."

Jin Shanshan raised his chin slightly, with an arrogant look as if he was the master of the world, and everyone else was just insignificant ants.

He took a sip of wine, his movements elegant yet filled with a kind of arrogance.

It is indeed a good wine.

However, although he knows this in his heart, he is too proud to say compliments easily.

He just frowned slightly and said that the wine was barely drinkable.

"tasty."

His tone was still cold, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to inadvertently reveal a hint of satisfaction in his heart.

Then, Gilgamesh waved his hand casually, a brilliant light flashed, and he took out a jar of fine wine from his mysterious royal treasury.

"Try this." There was a hint of command in Jinshanshan's voice.

Weber, the weakest of the three, has become a waiter at this moment.

He picked up the wine jug carefully, his hands trembling slightly, revealing his inner nervousness. His movements were a little clumsy, but very serious.

"It's also a rare and fine wine." Iskandar commented after drinking it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, savoring the taste of the wine, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Jin Shanshan snorted coldly and stopped talking.

He just sat there quietly, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

The three of them drank quietly, and the atmosphere seemed a little dull.

The air around seemed to be frozen, with only the sound of drinking breaking the silence.

However, Weiss and Iskandar broke the silence.

They talked about a lot, from war to life, from ideals to current affairs.

The forthright Iskandar openly stated his reason for participating in the Holy Grail War: "I want to regain my body and conquer the world."

His voice was full of dominance and determination, as if the whole world was at his feet.

There was a fighting spirit in his eyes, a desire for conquest and a pursuit of glory.

"I'm here for the Roots." Weiss put down his glass. "To make further progress in magic."

When Gilgamesh heard what the two said, a hint of pride flashed in his golden eyes, and he suddenly said, "If you submit to me, I will give you the Holy Grail."

He raised his chin slightly, his contemptuous attitude clearly showing, as if his words were an imperial decree that could not be disobeyed.

"It's so frustrating," Iskandar scratched his head with a helpless smile on his face.

His burly body swayed slightly, as if he was thinking about Jin Shanshan's suggestion.

"The Holy Grail is not yours."

"All the treasures in the world belong to me," Gilgamesh said matter-of-factly. "The Holy Grail is just one of my countless collections."

Of course, it was impossible for the two of them to surrender to Gilgamesh.

They are all people with their own pride and beliefs, and will not bow to others easily.

Iskandar and Weiss looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes.

"Hahaha, just take what you like." Iskandar opened his arms as if embracing the whole world.

His laughter was hearty and heroic, full of a desire for challenge.

Weiss smiled, his smile showing calmness and composure.

"What a pity! It's so rare that the king shows mercy." Jin Shanshan stood up, his posture straight and proud.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense, as if the air had solidified into substance.

A depressing atmosphere permeated the air, causing people's heartbeats to quicken involuntarily.

The battle seems to be imminent, and the impending conflict is like the calm before the storm, full of unknown dangers and tension.

The three people stood in a triangle, with the distance between them just right, allowing them to attack at any time and defend at critical moments.

Like three immovable sculptures.

Jin Shanshan stood there, his golden eyes revealing arrogance and majesty.

He raised his chin slightly, exuding a kingly aura, as if the whole world was under his control.

Iskandar stood proudly, his body seemed to be made of steel, full of strength.

His big hands tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, and as soon as the opportunity arose, he would draw the sword without hesitation and rush towards the enemy.

Weiss's hands hung naturally, seemingly relaxed, but in fact he was ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

(End of this chapter)