Although she was curious why everyone else was laughing, Angel's spirituality gave her no warning. More importantly, Klein had poured the wine.
After sitting down, she gently picked up her glass and took a sip to taste it. Her eyes immediately lit up.
This glass of Sonia Blood Wine not only looked like a mixture of gold and blood, but also carried a faint bloody taste. Yet it was immediately replaced by a lingering sweetness, like honey mixed with alcohol—thick on the tongue and endlessly flavorful.
By the time she came back to herself, she had already drained the entire glass, leaving only a faint red trace clinging to its walls.
The same color appeared on Angel's face. She shyly set down her glass and let her gaze wander until she noticed the Sweet Iced Tea before Klein. Curious, she asked:
"Aren't you having a drink?"
"Uncle Sparrow said Adventurers don't become addicted to alcohol."
Danton interjected from the side. There was also a glass of Sweet Iced Tea before him, but the little gentleman kept glancing at the exquisitely designed bottle of Sonia Blood Wine, seemingly regretful that he could not taste the fine liquor.
"Only after returning to a safe home will an Adventurer drink to their heart's content."
Krivis added. A glass of lemonade sat before him, and he strictly adhered to his principles.
Once the chef had helped portion out the fish, the brief discussion about alcohol quickly ended, and they returned to the fish-men from earlier.
"If you face them head-on, those monsters are truly difficult to kill. Their skin is tough, their flesh is thick, they don't fear pain, and they can flee into the sea at any moment," Krivis sighed as he chewed on golden-fried rib meat with the scales removed. "Before the