You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

While there are modern Protestant groups that don't pay much attention to old rules, St. George was an early saint of Christianity, whose character and integrity are beyond question, and he would certainly have strictly adhered to doctrines and precepts.

However... what St. George has is far from a mere scratch.

And Iori doesn't think it looks like a beverage...

"Don't you know? This is a beverage called oolong tea."

St. George's face was open and even somewhat pleased: "This is Musashibo. That Japanese monk told me about it. As a fellow practitioner, he naturally wouldn't indulge himself, so he's always been using this drink instead of alcohol."

I'm so grateful to him; now I have another hobby... This is really delicious, it makes you feel lightheaded, do you want to try it?

"Oolong tea?"

Sensing something, Iori snapped her fingers at the rim of the wine glass. A faint spark of electricity flashed, and then a bluish-white flame suddenly erupted from the glass…

"what?"

St. George tilted his head, looking surprised.

"So oolong tea is flammable!"

"..."

It's not oolong tea that's flammable, it's your brain!

Iori's eye twitched suddenly, and her gaze toward St. George became somewhat strange.

By the way, he said that everyone here is affected by the aroma of the wine, as if it doesn't concern them, but in reality, he's also affected, right? He just doesn't realize it!

Iori took out an exquisite crystal bottle and a white porcelain cup from her personal space and poured out a clear liquid.

"Sigh...you should drink some more water to sober up, Your Excellency St. George."

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Chapter 287 Don't worry, swimsuits will definitely be provided!

St. George drank the "water" that Iori handed him, savored it for a moment, and his expression brightened and became refreshed: "What sweet and refreshing water! It instantly made me feel awake, thank you so much."

"Not only is it sweet, it's also flammable!"

As she spoke, Iori smiled and snapped her fingers again at the rim of the cup. Sparks flew, and a bluish-white flame rose up. One.

St. George was slightly taken aback: "Water is flammable?"

Iori shook his head mysteriously: "Water is of course non-flammable, but this is water specially supplied to Seireitei."

"Special offer from Jing Ling Ting?"

"Yes, although it doesn't contain alcohol, it does contain a high concentration of 'rice juice'."

Iori didn't have anything as potent as the Water of Life, so he could only take out the fine wine he brought from another world. Of course, this kind of thing wouldn't have any effect on Heroic Spirits, so he added a little something extra to it.

He flipped his hand and produced a dropper-like object from somewhere, with a few drops of clear liquid still inside.

"This is called a 'breakpoint,' a highly effective anesthetic specifically developed for spirits. To be honest, I'm not sure if it will work on heroic spirits, so let Teacher Qiao help me test it."

Iori laughed heartily, but in Giorgios' eyes, his face and figure became blurry.

"you……"

Suddenly, St. George's vision went black, and he fell backward.

Iori raised an eyebrow and looked at the dropper in her hand with amusement: "It really works."

This is normal. Collapse point and penetration point are both anesthetics that work on spirits. Although there are limitations to their use, they are only effective upon direct contact and therefore cannot be used in actual combat, but as long as they can be successfully applied, the effect is still very obvious.

Drinking something directly, like Georgios did, is much more direct than physical contact. Moreover, he is currently in a berserk state, and his resistance in all aspects has been greatly weakened. He was already on the border between wakefulness and sleep, and Iori's gentle push made it cross that line.

However, it might not be so easy to use the same method on others.

"Do you want to make them feel satisfied or exhausted?"

Iori muttered to herself, "It's probably easier to just beat them all up, isn't it?"

That's easy to say, but it's not so easy to do. While most of these Servants are no match for Iori, there are a few that he can't underestimate, such as Ivan the Terrible, who practically has an entire hot spring all to himself.

It's unclear whether he's a regular Spirit Origin or a Lostbelt King. If he has a special buff, Iori will have to put in a lot of effort to deal with him.

Besides, Servants such as Hercules, Spartacus, and Leonidas are not to be underestimated just because they are ordinary Spirit Origins.

Just then, Iori's ears twitched, and she looked up in surprise. She saw a figure fall from the sky, accompanied by a pig-like scream, and crash into the hot spring pool, creating a huge splash that drew curses from many Servants.

"Who is it?! How dare they be so rude!"

Ivan the Terrible said in a deep and majestic voice, "What is the punishment for such disrespect before me!"

"Oh dear, this is absolutely terrible!"

Sorry, big Rider, I didn't mean to crash into you.

The person who fell wasn't injured. He stood up, scratching his head as he spoke casually, with an indifferent smile on his face, showing no sign of remorse.

"Let me make this clear first, I was thrown here by someone."

It's Blackbeard. This Servant, with his sleazy appearance but tall stature, was once the Pirate King who was famous throughout the Seven Seas. Logically speaking, he should be a very fierce and domineering being, but among the heroes who are famous in mythology, he seems rather inconspicuous.

Compared to him, Ivan the Terrible was quite imposing; the two together resembled a king and his jester.

Indeed, that was the case. As soon as Blackbeard regained his footing, he immediately began to complain to Ivan the Terrible: "You have no idea what I went through. I drank too much and went to vomit... When I was breathing in some fresh air, I saw that there were Servants taking baths in the bathhouse next door, and out of politeness, I wanted to go over and say hello."

But to my surprise, those guys not only wouldn't let me in, they beat me up and threw me over there!

"next door?"

Are there any other bathhouses besides this one?

Romulus, the god with bronze skin, stood up and said happily, "Perfect, let me go and have a taste!"

"Oh, has the Divine Ancestor gotten tired of soaking in the water for so long?"

"Where do you think the Romans got their obsession with bathing from?"

"I am the progenitor of God; everything in Rome originated from me, and will ultimately return to me!"

"That won't work."

Blackbeard stood in front of the God Ancestor, reaching out to stop him: "Those people are very domineering; they won't allow you to go in."

"Hmm? There is no place in this world that I cannot enter. Even the temple of Jupiter, I can bathe in it with dignity!"

Romulus said with pride, “The baths are a place where everyone is completely naked, whether king or commoner. The only thing that can distinguish people is their muscles, and no other factors should be used to refuse entry.”

Just like the great Rome, it is the end of all things, encompassing everything and fearless!

Haha, tell me, who exactly is this person who dares to be so tyrannical? I'll show them the power of the Roman Republic!

Wow!

Blackbeard clapped wildly with glee: "As expected of a towering, indomitable god-ancestor, your aura is truly extraordinary! Those bastards will surely submit to your might!"

"Hum~hum~"

"They're not anyone special, just Euryale, Stheno, Nursery Rhyme, Anna, Helena, and Shidone—even if you put them all together, they wouldn't be a match for you!"

"..."

Romulus suddenly fell silent, and the Servants in the hot spring all turned their heads.

Even Iori looked on in awe, gazing respectfully at the Pirate King who had roamed the seven seas.

On the one hand, he was able to so confidently recount how he was beaten up after his attempt to spy on someone failed; on the other hand...

In the hot spring, a figure as resolute as obsidian slowly stood up. At 2.5 meters tall, he wasn't the tallest here, but when he awoke, even giants like Asterius and Ivan the Terrible paled in comparison in terms of imposing presence.

Wow~

As the man emerged from the hot spring, streams of water converged and flowed down his muscle curves, like boulders rising from beneath a waterfall.

——Hercules.

To dare to admit in front of Hercules that he tried to spy on Shido... is truly admirable!

Even those Servants present, already intoxicated by the aroma of wine, were intimidated by the oppressive aura emanating from the dark-skinned berserker!

“…Huh?”

Blackbeard blinked. "Did I say something wrong...? Is it too late to take it back?"

"Roar!!!!"

Oh dear, I heard that Blackbeard was based on a major villain in a famous shonen manga. I wonder if he's as tough as the other Blackbeard?

"Yami!!!"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

……

"Shut up!!! You bunch of bastards!!!"

Blackbeard's screams echoed through the sky, perhaps disturbing the other side of the bathhouse. A slightly hoarse and heavy female voice came from there, followed by a tall, strong, statue-like female body standing on the wall.

Moonlight spilled down, casting shadows across the bathhouse. The man looked down at the numerous male followers, his presence overwhelming them all with his own strength.

"Can't even such a beautiful moonlit night quiet you down? How dare these dignified spirits bark like wild dogs? Are all men so ill-mannered? What kind of behavior is this!"

"Hey! What did you say?!"

"You really dare to say that!"

"Men can party however they want; women don't need to tell them what to do!"

"Suddenly ran over..."

"This is our bathhouse. Aren't you the rude one?"

The Servants, who came from different eras but were all unwavering and true men, immediately retorted, and some even began preparing for battle.

Iori glanced over and saw a figure on the wall, imposing and powerful. The figure was so voluptuous that it was only wrapped in a white bath towel. The exposed arms and thighs had lines that looked like they were sculpted from marble, full of powerful beauty.

With her disheveled blonde hair and aggressive features, she looked like a lion. Objectively speaking, she could be considered beautiful, but anyone who saw her would be amazed by her perfect body, sculpted by the heavens.

Her physique is even more athletic than many male Servants, making it seem as if we've returned to a barbaric era where women held power.

—Gawain the Fairy Knight.

Or rather, the Demon Dog Bagst!

"Wait, wait a minute... just a little bit more... just a tiny bit more..."

Blackbeard, barely breathing, said to Hercules, "My Lord Hercules, please have mercy! Even if you kill me, please throw me against the wall... This angle is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Although she's not my favorite idol, those muscle lines are truly rare; I'll probably never have that chance again in my lifetime!

"Ok?"

Gawain was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but he quickly realized what Blackbeard was talking about, and his resolute expression was instantly flushed with shame and indignation.

"shameless!"

It turned out that she was only wearing a bathrobe, which covered her from the knees up. If she ran to the wall, anyone could see what was under her skirt if they just looked up...

Enraged, Bagst erupted in crimson and black flames, clutching his chest to steady himself, while drawing a massive sword as tall as a man from thin air with the other. Like a falling meteor, he hurtled down the wall, his target Blackbeard.

Hercules, affected by Bagst's murderous aura, instinctively roared and was about to charge forward when suddenly a figure appeared. Iori, who had somehow appeared beside Blackbeard, threw the infamous pirate king towards Bagst in mid-air—

"Varied--"

Bagst was taken aback, but her warrior instincts compelled her to swing her greatsword. Arrogant magical power coiled around the blade, striking Blackbeard like a heavy hammer. Even the Servant's body couldn't withstand the torrent of magical power. Blackbeard immediately screamed and, just like in the anime, was sent flying like a meteor...

After this turn of events, Bagst's anger subsided slightly. He landed on the ground, carrying his heavy sword, and looked at Iori with eyes like a lion. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Iori smiled slightly, showing her goodwill.

"Was it all just a farce in the end?"

The Divine Ancestor stepped forward and said, "Shall we call it quits? May I ask you to return now, swordsman?"

“Your Majesty, I have no intention of offending you. As a fellow Chaldean servant, I have great respect for everyone present. However, please remember what I just said: under such a beautiful moonlight, we should remain quiet and enjoy this beautiful scene.”