Don't confiscate my citizenship

The poet of great love looked embarrassed.

"Uh……"

Hyperion looked at the poet's rare expression and hesitantly discovered that in her memory, Lanqi never drank alcohol.

Earlier at the Temple Villain Dinner, Lanci saw a very low-proof white grape liqueur. When Frey asked him to drink it, he just smiled and shook his head.

Could it be that Lanqi himself can't drink well? Is he afraid of drinking?

Probably not.

It was hard for Hyperion to imagine Lanci drunk.

But no matter what, Lanqi must never be allowed to accidentally consume alcoholic foods in the future.

"Why don't you let me come."

Hyperion moved a little closer and asked. She felt that Lanqi really didn't want to drink. It was also the first time she saw Lanqi was not good at something.

While the two men hesitated, Warden Deria sighed.

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

Warden Dahlia raised an eyebrow in disdain, her tone unabashedly sarcastic.

If you don't even dare to drink alcohol, and you leave the safe zone and enter the upside-down road to rebirth barrier, you will be a coward and die soon.

"I'll just come."

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

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

First, the lips and tongue are stimulated by the strong taste of alcohol, like liquid flame sliding through 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 wrapped in an invisible heat wave. As the wine slides down, the burning sensation goes along the esophagus to the stomach. A heat energy source is slowly being released.

At this point, the inside of the body begins to feel the effects of the liquor, and heat begins to radiate from the stomach and gradually spreads to the limbs and bones.

Soon, the poet's body began to reject this extremely terrible liquor, including symptoms such as nausea, headache, and dizziness.

However, the state of confusion cannot affect his body.

He took a deep breath and calmly placed the empty wine glass on the table with a crisp sound.

The Deria Warden on the opposite side was stunned.

Are you really not afraid of the pain if you drink like this?

Is he a master?

"well……"

Warden Deria said in astonishment,

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

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

The warden's desk in the hall had become a bar, dotted with pale golden lights.

Warden Daria moved steadily but quickly, sliding the wine glass across the table, pouring a glass of wine into her own glass, and imitating the great poet's just-done drinking.

Then, she suppressed her pain and pleasure, her eyes flashing with provocation, staring at the great poet, as if to say: Follow me.

The poet of great love picked up the bottle, poured a full glass, raised the glass and drank easily, all the while his emerald eyes stared at the warden of Deria.

There was no competitive look in his eyes, he drank the wine like tea.

"..."

Daria's hands were shaking a little. She had never seen anyone dare to drink with her like this.

It made it look like she was drinking wine and the other person was drinking tea.

I can't stand it, I must not lose today!

She was so angry and excited!

As time went on, the atmosphere became more and more heated as the drunken Warden of Deria started to show signs of being slightly drunk. His words became more blunt and bold, and he even deliberately made some exaggerated expressions after drinking a glass of wine, trying to irritate his opponent.

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

After each round of drinking, Warden Daria's face gradually turned red, but her eyes were still passionate and her smile was bright.

And it goes on and on.

Until finally, the poet of great love held the wine glass in his hand, but was unable to lift it up.

"Oh? You can't do it anymore?"

Warden Daeria gasped and asked the poet of great love.

"Miriam, help me."

The great poet of love simply spoke to Hyperion in a hoarse voice.

"I'm coming."

however.

What Hyperion didn't expect was that when she grabbed the wine glass in the Great Love Poet's hand, the Great Love Poet still had no intention of giving up his seat.

Hyperion's pupils shrank sharply.

If she guessed correctly, the great poet opened her mouth slightly, and the look in her eyes meant that she wanted Hyperion to help feed her the wine and directly pick up the glass and pour it into her mouth.

Because of his great love, the poet's arms no longer had the strength to lift the glass.

"This……"

Hyperion's head was already buzzing.

"Are you awake and do you really want to do this?"

She was a little hesitant.

She actually couldn't tell now whether Lanqi was trying to protect her or really had a grudge against Lanfu.

Kelanqi's usual gentle eyes seemed to be telling her persistently——

Just trust me. I promised to help you with something and I won’t let you suffer.

Hyperion was so moved that her eyes were filled with tears. She wiped her tears with her sleeves and picked up the wine glass with gritted teeth.

If Lanqi says something is possible, then it must be possible.

then.

In the shocked eyes of Warden Daria, she saw Hyperion holding the back of the black-haired, green-eyed girl's head with one hand and pouring wine into her mouth, as if she was abusing her.

Love the poet behind.

"I was a little worried that the king looked calm and composed, but when I patted her shoulder, I found that she had passed away."

Antanas whispered to Shinora.

"Don't say such things. How could our king lose to a mere drink?"

Shinora warned Antanas with some dissatisfaction.

"But can you handle this strong liquor?"

Antanas asked, moving closer to Shinora.

"…I think he fell down a minute ago."

Shinola had to admit that Wang was really crazy when drinking. It was as if he didn't take his own life seriously. As long as he didn't die from drinking, he would drink until he died.

In this state, even the Deria Jailer on the opposite side was stunned.

I am not a drunkard at all, but you, my friend, are the real drinking saint!

There is one more chapter, finish it before 9:30

Chapter 441: Countdown to the Severance of Friendship between Lanqi People and Kahn

As time went by, the empty glasses were filled again and again and then emptied.

Warden Dahlia's face had turned red, and his movements in holding the wine glass had become sluggish.

Hyperion was still feeding wine to the poet of great love.

Just now, while the Great Poet was drinking, Hyperion had heard Antanas behind her talking about seven or eight possible endings that could be completed today.

But there was no ending in which Lanfu could return alive.

Finally, Warden Deria could no longer continue and put down her glass.

She tried to stand up, but her steps were unsteady. She slid on the ground a few times before falling on the table again, her cheek pressed against the surface, unable to stand up.

"Too strong, I've never seen you drink so much..."

Even though the collapsed Warden Deria was completely unable to move, the corners of her mouth were still filled with admiration.

Even though his eyes were full of defiance, his body still admitted defeat.

She didn't expect that this trainee prison guard was much braver than he looked and was truly fearless.

"Who the hell are you..."

Warden Daria kept her promise and with the last of her consciousness, she lay on the table and used her last bit of strength to give several people special ratings, muttering to herself.

"..."

The poet of great love was silent for a long time, as if his throat could not make any sound. After a moment's rest, he looked at the warden of Deria.

"If you want to have a drink with someone else, you can come to the Redmond Building of the Protoss Royal School of Magic... Every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday, from 2pm to 5pm, you can talk to any school staff. You may need to make an appointment in advance..."

The magic sound of the great poet filled Daria's ears, and gradually filled her half-asleep and half-awake eyes with the last trace of crazy persistence, as if even if she would lose all the memories of the dream, only this deeply hypnotic voice would surely be engraved in her mind.

Gradually, Warden Deria fell into a coma, her sleep looking contented and lingering.

"belch."

The poet of great love just had a blush on his cheeks and lowered his eyes, but his gaze was still firm.