Are You Drunk?

Doctor Miss, still draped in a Blood Moon Sect robe, sat upright in the passenger seat as if she were attending a formal occasion.

Seeing her do that,

Joyce and Triss, who had been extremely nervous in the back seat, could not help but laugh.

The previously terrifying and oppressive atmosphere was suddenly eased.

When it came to livening up the team atmosphere,

perhaps Su Wen was becoming increasingly skilled at it.

At the same time, feeling a little embarrassed,

Klosan looked at the increasingly close Sacrifice Ritual base and could not help punching Mr. Handsome beside her, who had a bit of a wicked sense of humor, several times.

"Why didn't you remind me sooner?"

However,

upon hearing that, Su Wen merely gave an intrigued response:

"But as I recall,

a certain beautiful Doctor Miss said at the beginning that she wasn't sleepy."

Seeing how infuriating Su Wen was,

Klosan could not help attacking him with her professional knowledge:

"That indicates that your memory has become disordered.

Hmph.

Maybe it's early-stage Korsakov Syndrome."

Su Wen did not get angry. He merely smiled.

"As far as I know,

Korsakov syndrome is a neurological disorder commonly caused by chronic alcohol poisoning.

My dear lady,

could it be

that you're drunk too?"

A handsome smile curled across Handsome Scholar's lips,

but he did not intend to keep teasing Doctor Miss.

Because

their final destination,

the site of the Blood Moon Grand Monarch's Resurrection Ritual, had finally come clearly into view.

Over this wasteland, dimmed by the afterglow of the apocalypse,

howling winds carried fine flying sand, like fragments of time itself being torn apart, mercilessly lashing every inch of exposed skin and steel.

In the sky,

an ominous Blood Moon hung high above.

Its color was so rich that it seemed ready