This Is a Deal Between Wine and Me

The river of time flows silently, sweeping away the silence between the two gods as well.

The God of Fate still lacks the patience of the God of Time.

The God of Time can stand on the River of Time and watch for a day and a night, a year and a decade, but the God of Fate does not wish to.

He doesn't like the God of Time, so why should he stay here with him for so long?

The God of Fate spoke first, "Have you dealt with that That Matter?"

This time God of Time did not choose to remain silent.

He spoke up, "This is a deal between me and the liquor company; you are not allowed to interfere."

Upon hearing this, the God of Fate chuckled inwardly.

Trade?

They make it sound so noble, but frankly, it just means nothing was done.

He knew the God of Time's nature all too well; once this man truly made a move, he would never use the word "transaction" as an excuse.

It wasn't processed; it's just given a nicer-sounding packaging.

Seriously.

They're not even allowed to do it themselves.

If he were capable of taking action, would he still need to seek out the God of Time?

Thinking of this, the God of Fate frowned slightly.

He didn't know why, but he couldn't see the Fate of that thing. As the God of Fate, the Fate of all things in the world was nothing more than an open scroll in his eyes, page by page, clear and distinct.

But that won't work.

It was like a wisp of fog, like some kind of alien object that didn't exist in this world; he couldn't find any trace of it no matter what he did.

If it weren't for other subtle clues, he wouldn't have even noticed its existence.

Later, Fate led him to the God of Time.

That thing, it seems, can only be discovered by the other party.

"You actually let such a dangerous thing stay near God of Wine?"

A rare hint of serious suspicion appeared in the eyes of the God of Fate.

In his view, this thing was definitely up to no good, and might be using God of Wine to achieve some purpose right now.

In the end, once the goal is achieved, they might even turn around and stab God of Wine in the back.

And the God of Time actually allowed such a thing to be near the God of Wine.

If God of Wine is truly injured, then the God of Time will have to travel back in River of Time to destroy him.

Rather than doing that, it's better to eliminate the problem now and prevent future troubles.

"Don't worry, it poses no threat to us."

The God of Time certainly knew what the God of Fate was worried about.

But that thing is not only completely harmless, it can even help him dissuade Jiu from doing anything too conspicuous at times.

He knew the nature of alcohol all too well.

Once it takes hold, they'll disregard everything and dare to do anything.

With that thing nearby, at least you can sprinkle some water to cool the other person down when they get hot-headed.

This was one of the reasons why he kept the other person with him in the first place.

The God of Time paused for a moment upon realizing this.

A face appeared before his eyes.

Siwen face, thin-rimmed glasses, and shrewd eyes.

That mortal named Ling Yu... he's... somewhat displeasing to the eye.

The God of Time lowered his eyes, suppressing that inappropriate emotion deep within his heart.

"You worry too much," he said casually.

"What's wrong? Are you angry again?"

The God of Fate turned his head, his gaze falling on the God of Time's profile, which revealed no emotion.

He's a man of few words. Some things, no matter how much you do, are meaningless if you don't say them out loud.

He first met the God of Time, but unfortunately, perhaps due to their personalities or other reasons, their relationship was not deep; they were like strangers who had known each other for a long time.

However, the God of Fate still understands the other party quite well.

Saying nothing, keeping everything to oneself, thinking that doing things silently is enough, thinking that the other person will understand someday.

But sometimes, and in certain situations, especially with God of Wine, he figured that if the God of Time didn't lay his heart bare before him, God of Wine would never know what was inside.

"I see."

To the God of Fate, the other party actually listened.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, as if it were the first time he had discovered that this taciturn man's shell wasn't so thick that a needle couldn't pierce it or water could splash through it.

That's really novel.

"That's settled then, I'll be going now..."

"Etc."

The God of Time intercepted him.

The God of Fate paused, turned her head to look at him, and waited for him to speak.

"Stop targeting alcohol. Your methods of pursuing someone will only make the Goddess of Beauty dislike you more; they're just too low-level."

The God of Time certainly didn't want the God of Fate to appear so frequently before the God of Wine.

I also don't want the other party to upset God of Wine.

Upon hearing this, the God of Fate was not angry.

Instead of getting angry, the corners of his lips curled up in a smile.

He raised his hand in a gesture that conveyed a mix of pride, smugness, and a sense of "you finally brought this up."

"You don't need to bring that up. I've already promised Goddess of Beauty, and he even said I can visit him anytime."

The God of Fate declared that he was no longer the same person he used to be.

So, all his previous efforts weren't in vain. Although he already knew this outcome, he was still quite overjoyed when it actually happened.

The God of Time glanced at him.

However, he only glanced at the God of Fate before withdrawing his gaze and returning it to the ever-flowing river.

He had no idea what the God of Fate was so pleased with.

After all, he could see God of Wine whenever he wanted.

Go whenever you want, see whenever you want.

For him, this was never something to brag about.

The God of Fate understood the meaning behind that single glance.

The smugness on his face froze for a moment.

He snorted, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and turned to leave.

On the River of Time, only that solitary figure remains.

"Reporting to the General, this area has been cleaned up."

The Major, dressed in military uniform, stood ramrod straight, his right hand raised to his forehead.

Behind him lay a desolate field stained with the smoke of gunpowder, the air still thick with the faint scent of simmering tension.

Before them lay countless, haphazardly scattered, carcasses of Beasts, carpeting the scorched brown earth. Some were still twitching slightly, but none of them could stand up.

The man standing at the very front was so handsome that he didn't look like someone who had just come from the battlefield.

He was tall and slender, his military uniform was impeccably pressed, and the stars on his epaulets gleamed coldly in the dim light.

Seven years have passed, and the once handsome young man now possesses a more composed demeanor, his sharpness subdued yet all the more captivating.

This fair-skinned man was none other than Yang Zhi. Seven years had passed, and he had General from Major General to a general.

Although there are only two more stars on my shoulders, the burden on my back has become many times heavier.

Back then, because of Marshal Bai, Yang Zhi was parachuted in as Major General and took over everything that had been held by Major General Si Lin.

Originally, Si Lin's subordinates were very resentful of Yang Zhi.

Although they knew they had to obey orders, it felt like playing a game where you finally draw UR Card, only to be told by the system that there was a bug and your UR Card turned into R Card.

They didn't think a young, newly arrived pretty boy could compare to their former superior, Major General Si Lin.

The same goes for others; though they dared not express any dissatisfaction on the surface, they were secretly complaining a great deal.

However, Yang Zhi proved himself through his actions.

Seven years have passed, and now this name is widely known in the military.

Those who once doubted him now respectfully bow to him when they see him.