Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Zheng Jingyi reached out his hand.

"Shall we make a vow with a high five?"

"No, let the courtyard notarize it directly, and I'll pay the fees."

The old dwarf sneered.

He recently brewed a new batch of wine, which arrived at the store. His regular customers who had pre-ordered it took it away early, and the rest were left for individual sale.

Even so, these loosely sold goods, if each barrel is 40 gallons, amount to about twenty barrels.

Passed out from drinking?

I'll drink you to death!

The thought of Zheng Jing being completely unconscious made Grime laugh even harder!

Kid, you're finished!

-

"Old man! It's all over again!"

Setting down the thick bucket that couldn't pour out a single drop, Zheng Jing shouted to Grimm, "There must be more, right? Let's have another one!"

"..."

The old dwarf remained silent.

He stood there, staring blankly at the dozen or so thick barrels laid out on the ground, almost filling the shop with no room to stand.

More than a dozen barrels.

These are no ordinary wines.

Since its opening, Grimes' Stormfire has only ever sold exceptional quality beverages.

A dozen barrels of exceptional quality liquor...

The dragon right in front of us is a young dragon; it should have fallen long ago!

"Old man?"

Zheng Jing came over and waved his hand in front of Grimm.

"It's not gone, is it?"

The old dwarf finally reacted.

He looked up at Zheng Jing.

"...You are a martial monk?"

Zheng Jing nodded.

"From the Drunken Fist School?"

Zheng Jing shook his head.

Right.

Even if they were truly from the Drunken Fist School, at their rate of downing a whole barrel of liquor in less than two minutes, they wouldn't have enough time to neutralize the alcohol...

Grimm scratched his reddish-brown hair hard.

"I lost."

He silently admitted it.

If Zheng Jing drank in a way that involved drinking for a while and then resting, he might think that two more barrels of wine could knock Zheng Jing out.

But Zheng Jing would pick up those barrels of wine and drink them straight away. The different colors, aromas, and flavors of the fine wines and spirits were like something out of a dimensional pocket once they entered his mouth.

If it weren't for the notarized agreement in the courtyard, the old dwarf would have really thought that Zheng Jing had used some kind of spatial magic to transfer the wine without anyone noticing.

"But you've almost finished your stock. If you want more, this is all that's left."

As he spoke, Grimes took out the last six barrels of wine from his backpack one by one.

"Hehe, old man, you flatter me, you flatter me!"

With his hands clasped together, Zheng Jing took out the Fire Gourd from his waist.

"Actually, I, Lao Zheng, just wanted you to give me some advice on what to add to our wine. If you have any of those ingredients, I, Lao Zheng, will buy them."

The old dwarf frowned upon hearing this.

Before he could speak, Zheng Jing opened the gourd lid, and the aroma of monkey wine immediately wafted into Grimes' big nose.

Grimm paused for a moment, then stretched out his body to peer into the gourd.

"This is......"

-

Finally, the old dwarf asked Zheng Jing for half a gourd of monkey wine to conduct experiments, promising to contact Zheng Jing immediately if there were any results.

Initially, Graham wanted to sign another contract with Zheng Jing, but Zheng Jing refused with a smile.

Half a gourd of monkey wine is enough; it's not worth it.

Besides, he believed that this interesting old dwarf wouldn't go back on his word.

After finishing the ranked match and settling the alcohol issue, Zheng Jing exited the trading space, sat on the bed, and was about to send a message to Xue Qing when he saw that Xue Qing had sent him a message first.

-

[Cao Xueqing]: Have you got things sorted out on your end?

[Zheng Jing]: Just right, what happened? Is there a problem?

[Cao Xueqing]: Well, things are a bit strange.

Zheng Jing: Strange?

[Cao Xueqing]: Yes.

[Cao Xueqing]: To put it simply, Azure Star, we may have to save the world again.

Chapter 169: The Six-Armed Golden Lion Fights the Black Dragon with Furious Spirits – Is There Any Potential?

This time, Zheng Jing landed in the square of the Tristan Magic Academy on the continent of Halkkinia.

"Handsome young man, beautiful young lady! It's me, Old Zheng, here!"

"Stop fooling around."

Zheng Jinggang had just landed and made his appearance when Xue Qing came over and nudged his waist with her elbow.

"Mr. Zheng Jing, it's been a long time."

Henrietta greeted her with a smile.

"Oh! Xiao An, it's been a long time!"

Zheng Jing waved to her.

Upon hearing Zheng Jing's address to Henrietta, a female official standing behind Henrietta, dressed in armor and with a long sword at her waist, frowned and gave Zheng Jing a rather unfriendly look.

But Zheng Jing acted as if he didn't see her at all, only peeking and peering closer to Louise.

"And our little Lu sister, no matter how I greet her, she won't even say hello!"

"Hello...

"Your greeting makes me feel like an elder relative I don't see often, waiting for Lao Qing to ask you to greet me."

"Uh, no, I, I just..."

Louise lowered her head, looking helpless.

"Alright, stop teasing her."

Xueqing grabbed Zheng Jing and pulled him back to her side.

"Okay, okay, I'm not kidding, I'm not kidding."

Seeing Zheng Jing grinning and begging for mercy, Xue Qing raised her chin.

“You know Henrietta and Louise, so I won’t go into detail. Let me introduce you to the others.”

"They are Tabasha and Chuluk."

"So you are Zheng Jing."

The stunningly beautiful tanned girl tossed her fiery red hair behind her ear and gave Zheng Jing a flirtatious wink.

"I am Chuluk, Chuluk Augustus Frederica von Anhalt Zerubst. It's my good fortune to meet you in person!"

Compared to the enthusiastic Chuluk, the fair-skinned, blue-haired girl Tabasha remained silent, simply gazing at Zheng Jing quietly.

Zheng Jing looked at Qiu Luke, then at Tabasha.

"Hey!"

As if suddenly remembering something, he reached into his pocket, pulled something out, and tossed it toward Chuluk.

"Catch it!"

Upon hearing this, Chuluk hurriedly caught the object. Upon closer inspection, it was a small jar containing a transparent liquid. The material of the jar felt neither like glass nor metal, and there was a piece of paper with unknown writing on it.

"This is......"

"Eye drops."

Zheng Jing said.

"Eye drops?"

Chuluk repeated the word with a blank expression.

"You two, one with dry eyes and the other wearing glasses, I think this thing would make a good gift. If you don't know how to use it, you can ask Lao Qing to teach you later."

The person wearing glasses is clearly referring to Tabasha.

Dry eyes can only be caused by...

"What kind of random stuff do you keep in your bag?"

Xueqing glared at Zheng Jing.

Zheng Jing scratched his cheek, seemingly starting to think seriously about it.

"Never mind, I shouldn't have asked."

Xueqing sighed.

"Next one, over there, Giulio, the envoy sent by Romania as an exchange student."

“I do want to experience some college life, Miss Xueqing.”

As he said this, the blond, handsome young man with heterochromatic eyes faced Zheng Jing and bowed.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Zheng Jing. I am Giulio Cesare. It is an honor to witness your valor."

"Handsome young man, no need for formalities, please rise."

Zheng Jing waved his hand.

"Now that we know each other, let's find another place to talk business."

As Xueqing spoke, she pulled Zheng Jing up and started walking.

The group then moved to the dean's office.

"Let's have a brief recap."

Zheng Jing casually found a spot to squat down and raised his hand to speak.

"First of all, Henrietta is already the Queen."

"Oh? That's impressive, Xiao An!"

Hearing Zheng Jing's praise, Henrietta's smile seemed a little forced.

"Then, a wave of sanctions against Albion and a counter-offensive against it has now swept through Triestine."

Now, Henrietta couldn't even manage an unnatural smile.