In the center of the camp, Velin, Krell, and Kyle sat around a bonfire, chatting with one another.
Velin had kept his promise well and had not touched a drop of alcohol.
"You gave up being the deputy captain of a Floating Battleship just to join the Expeditionary Army." Velin picked up a skewer of roasted meat and handed it to the slightly tipsy Krell, unable to help sighing.
Krell's face was a little flushed. He took the skewer from Velin, bit down hard, and the magic power contained in the Gold-grade magical beast meat burst within him, dispelling some of his drunkenness.
"Mainly for experience."
"My good brother became this powerful through experience, didn't he?"
"Whenever I think about how I'm still standing still, I feel an overwhelming sense of crisis. So this time, I wanted to improve my strength through the expeditionary campaign."
Seeing Krell evade the question, Velin signaled Kyle to keep pouring him drinks. He did not believe this fellow would not talk.
Seeing his lord's hint, Kyle immediately understood and continued urging Krell to drink.
Seeing Velin's sincere smile, Krell made a snap decision and directly put on a drunken act. After being made to drink an entire bottle of Glowing Wine, he lay on the ground without a shred of dignity.
Seeing this, Velin hurriedly helped Krell up.
Looking at this fellow pretending to be drunk, Velin came up with an idea. Smiling, he said to Kyle, "This guy wanted to see what I looked like when I was drunk. Now he has let me see what he looks like drunk."
"My lord, the royal capital is not far from here. Shall we send Krell back?" Kyle blinked and chimed in.
"That is a good idea."
As soon as he said that, Krell twisted