What Does the God of Wine Look Like?

"Yes, he must be God of Wine."

Wuma Xiu's eyes lit up, and he suddenly came up with a really fun idea.

"Because I am his... follower."

As he said this, he even shook his head seriously, as if he were stamping his approval.

He is the god of God of Wine himself; assigning himself any identity is a piece of cake for him.

Ling Yu checked the surveillance footage and found that his camera was malfunctioning for some reason. He then checked the outside surveillance cameras but found that they hadn't captured anything.

After ruling out all other possibilities, Ling Yu had to re-examine the least likely one. Indeed, if he weren't a god, his injuries wouldn't have healed so quickly.

"I... I actually had the chance to meet God of Wine?"

Ling Yu grew up listening to the blessings and hymns of God of Wine.

Although not the kind of Fanatic frequently kneels before Deity Statue to burn incense and kowtow, he is a follower of God of Wine.

He now learns that the This Venerable God of Wine was in this room when he was unconscious, and that he even drank the wine from his cabinet.

The feeling is like a classical music enthusiast being told that Beethoven just sat on his Sofa and took half a box of cookies from the coffee table.

I'm so regretful, so incredibly regretful.

Why didn't he wake up sooner?

Perhaps we'll even have the chance to catch a glimpse of the God of Wine, even if it's just a fleeting glance.

Etc.

Ling Yu's gaze fell on the boy in front of him who was holding the Fat Orange and obediently swinging his feet.

He hadn't seen it before, but hadn't this little guy?

"You saw God of Wine?"

Wuma Xiu nodded.

"What does he look like?"

Ling Yu adjusted his glasses, his finger already pressed on the record button on the Lightbrain.

He was completely oblivious to the subtle look in the Fat Orange's eyes.

Wuma Xiu's expression suddenly became extremely serious. He gestured with his hands and said firmly:

"He was at least two meters tall, with a thick, bushy beard that looked like a burst of wine foam. His hair was also messy, as if it had never been combed. His voice was incredibly loud, like the ringing of a bell, making my ears ring."

Ling Yu listened attentively while rapidly taking notes on his Lightbrain, his fingertips typing out neat lines of text on the virtual keyboard.

The Deity Statues of Dionysus he had seen since childhood were all of slender, handsome young men with fair skin, holding wine jugs and leaning against Ancient Trees, with a carefree and unrestrained smile on their lips.

It turns out that the real God of Wine is nothing like the Deity Statue.

Standing two meters tall with a full beard and a booming voice, he sounded more like a bold and rugged giant.

After Ling Yu finished memorizing the last word, he closed the screen of his Lightbrain and solemnly said "Thank you" to Wuma Xiu.

This is a record of the true appearance of God of Wine.

He planned to organize the information into a document, encrypt it, and save it as a family heirloom to be passed down through generations. Although he didn't get to see God of Wine in person, it was still firsthand information.

"You're welcome. But I have a question."

Wuma Xiu recalled that when he first met the other person, the initial conversation sounded almost like, "Little kid, come here, uncle will give you candy," right?

"When you admitted to 'kidnapping' people, weren't you afraid I would just run away?"

Ling Yu explained, "I wasn't afraid, because at that time I thought that if I said that, you would come with me."

"Is that so?" Wuma Xiu nodded thoughtfully.

The other person's intuition was correct; if he had said anything else, I probably wouldn't have paid him any attention.

He was not his confidante— the Goddess of Beauty.

I heard that when that guy first woke up, he encountered a beautiful woman, but without even asking about her background, he went straight with her.

As a result, the Goddess of Beauty was locked in a cage.

Thinking of this, God of Wine couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. Sure enough, he was more reliable.

Ling Yu didn't know what happy thing the other person was thinking about, but seeing the smile on that face, the corners of his own mouth couldn't help but turn up as well.

This powerful emotional appeal is a natural fit for their line of work.

His mind raced again as he carefully considered his words, trying to seize this last chance to make one last push.

Before he could speak, Wuma Xiu jumped off the chair.

At the opportune moment, the Fat Orange cat meowed, and he bent down to put the cat in his arms on the ground.

The Fat Orange waddled up to Ling Yu on its four short legs, its tail swaying slowly behind it twice. Then, it stretched out its front paws, gently pressed its pink paw pads against Ling Yu's trouser leg, tilted its round head back, and let out a soft "meow".

Ling Yu looked down at the orange cat that had just slapped him unconscious, and his back tensed reflexively.

To be honest, he's still a little scared when he sees this cat now, always feeling that its soft paws might swat him with their claws at any moment.

But judging from Fat Orange's expression and tone of voice, he vaguely felt that the other person seemed to be apologizing.

He was about to squat down to show that he didn't hold a grudge.

The "kind" Wuma Xiu stepped in to translate at the opportune moment:

It said, "Human, I'm sorry, Fat Orange Lord shouldn't have hit you. But Fat Orange Lord didn't expect you to be so fragile."

Several small knives seemed to have been plunged into Ling Yu's heart in unison.

Crisp.

A cat said he was a brittle, adult man.

Ling Yu was so provoked by those words that he wanted to shut himself off again.

This cat is clearly incredibly strong, so how can you call it "fragile"?

Wuma Xiu picked up the Fat Orange that rushed towards him and said, "I'm leaving, goodbye."

Ling Yu subconsciously raised his hand, waved it, and said, "Again..."

Before he could finish speaking, he finally realized that something was wrong.

Didn't he want to sign with them?

"Etc..."

Ling Yu ran to the door, only to find that the other person had already disappeared.

Why are you walking so fast?

He wanted to ask the other party again if they wanted to reconsider.

Wuma Xiu had barely stepped out of Ling Yu's doorway when he appeared directly at the spot where he had first discovered Fat Orange.

The Fat Orange was placed on the windowsill. It was still a little dazed. It blinked its round, golden eyes, looked left and right, and then looked down at the windowsill it was standing on.

How did we end up back here all of a sudden?

"Remember not to take pictures of people so casually in the future, okay?" Wuma Xiu bent down and pointed a finger at the Fat Orange's wet nose.

It seems I shouldn't give my alcohol to animals so easily anymore.

The Fat Orange hugged Wuma Xiu's hand with both paws, its fluffy head nuzzling against his palm, purring and whimpering all the while.

What to do? It really wants to go with the other person.

His wine tastes good, he feels nice to touch, and he has a handsome smile. He's so much better than his useless owner at home who only skimps on his dried fish.

As the Fat Orange pondered, its claws unconsciously extended, a hint of murderous intent flashing in its golden eyes:

Or should we assassinate that useless owner?

That way it will be a free cat, able to go with whomever it wants.

Wuma Xiu tapped its little head.

"What are you thinking about? Why are you so murderous?"

Fat Orange dismissed the idea, but then suddenly remembered something and meowed at Wuma Xiu.

[Hey, the only redeeming quality of my good-for-nothing owner is his good looks. Want him? I'll have him warm your bed.]