The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 242 Drinking Together as Three

"Want a drink? The Holy Grail War is down to just the three of us now."

Wes extended the invitation with a smile. His voice was calm and peaceful, his slightly upturned lips conveyed a sense of composure, and his eyes were clear and firm.

He gently spread his hands, making an inviting gesture.

"Tch~" Gilgamesh let out a disdainful snort.

His proud figure slowly descended from the sky, golden light shimmering around him like dazzling stars.

His steps were light and graceful, each step seemingly carrying an air of unparalleled majesty.

He slightly raised his chin, his eyes filled with arrogance and contempt.

Upon seeing this, Wes conjured up a magnificent chair.

The wine. The wine glass was exquisite, the golden liquid shimmering gently within, radiating a captivating luster, like a precious work of art.

Looking at the golden liquid, Jin Shanshan raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"What kind of wine is this?"

His voice carried a hint of questioning, his tone arrogant and cold.

"I don't know its name either, but it's a 3000-year-old vintage wine that the Asgardians brewed for their god-king Odin."

Wes answered calmly, without a trace of fear in his eyes, and unconcerned about the golden glitter's question.

"The God King?"

Jin Shanshan's expression instantly turned displeased. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and golden light flickered in them.

"It's actually a 3000-year-old wine; I must savor it."

Iskandar, on the other hand, appeared very generous. He picked up his glass and drank it down without hesitation.

The golden liquid, like silken satin, slid instantly down my throat, bringing a cool and mellow sensation.

The aroma of various fruits instantly fills your mouth, as if you are in a beautiful orchard. The sweetness of apples, the fragrance of grapes, and the freshness of oranges intertwine, making you feel intoxicated.

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

A surge of heat rushed to Iskandar's head, instantly turning his face red.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he felt the strong effects of the alcohol.

He exhaled a breath of alcohol, but it wasn't the smell of alcohol; rather, it was a captivating floral fragrance.

The fragrance of the flowers was fresh and delicate, like spring blossoms swaying gently in the breeze.

"Good wine!" Iskandar exclaimed loudly, his eyes filled with satisfaction and enjoyment.

"A country bumpkin who's never seen the world."

Gilgamesh raised his chin slightly, his arrogant demeanor as if he were the master of the world, and everyone else was just an insignificant ant.

He took a small sip of wine, his movements elegant yet carrying an air of arrogant arrogance.

It is indeed a fine wine.

However, despite knowing this in his heart, he would never easily utter words of praise because of his pride.

He only frowned slightly before indicating that the wine was barely edible.

"It tastes good."

His tone remained indifferent, but the slight upturn of his lips seemed to inadvertently reveal a hint of satisfaction in his heart.

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

"Try this." Gilgamesh's voice carried a hint of command.

Weber, the weakest of the three, had become a waiter.

He carefully picked up the wine jug, his hands trembling slightly, revealing his nervousness.

His movements were slightly clumsy, but he was very serious.

"It's a rare and exquisite wine," Iskandar commented after finishing his drink.

He squinted slightly, savoring the taste of the wine, a satisfied expression on his face.

Jin Shanshan snorted coldly and then fell silent.

He just sat there quietly, his thoughts impossible to fathom.

The three of them drank quietly, the atmosphere somewhat somber.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, broken only by the soft sound of drinking.

However, Wes and Iskandar broke the silence.

They talked about many things, from war to life, from ideals to the current situation.

The forthright Iskandar made no secret of his reason for participating in the Holy Grail War: "I want to regain my physical body and conquer this world."

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

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

His eyes burned with the flames of battle—a thirst for conquest and a pursuit of glory.

"I'm here for 'The Roots'," Wes said, setting down his glass. "To take magic to the next level."

Upon hearing their words, Gilgamesh's golden eyes flashed with arrogance, and he suddenly said, "If you submit to me, I will bestow the Holy Grail upon you."

He slightly raised his chin, revealing an air of dominance that made his words seem like an inviolable imperial edict.

"This is really troublesome," Iskandar scratched his head, a helpless smile on his face.

His burly body swayed slightly, as if he were pondering Gilgamesh's suggestion.

"The Holy Grail isn't 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, neither of them would submit to Gilgamesh.

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

Iskandar and Wes exchanged a glance, seeing 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 unrestrained, full of a desire for challenges.

Wes smiled, his smile conveying a sense of composure and calmness.

"What a pity, it's rare for me to show such mercy." Gilgamesh stood up, his posture upright and proud.

The atmosphere became incredibly tense in an instant, as if the air itself had solidified.

A sense of oppression permeated the surroundings, causing one's heart to beat faster involuntarily.

The battle seemed imminent, the impending conflict like the calm before the storm, filled with unknown dangers and tension.

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

Like three unshakeable sculptures.

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

He slightly raised his chin, exuding an aura of royalty, as if the entire world was under his control.

Iskandar stood tall and proud, his body as if forged from steel, exuding power.

His large hands gripped the sword hilt tightly, and as soon as the opportunity arose, he would draw his sword without hesitation and charge towards the enemy.

Wes' arms hung naturally at his sides, seemingly relaxed, but in reality, he was ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

(End of this chapter)