Chapter 228

Losweiser understood his feelings.

After all, it concerns his beliefs, and he must really want to understand why the Human Empire he once served is relentlessly pursuing him and why it insists on cooperating with the Dragon Race.

"After Grandma leaves, we'll go to the Crimson Flame Dragon Clan and find that guy," Losweiser promised.

Leon raised an eyebrow, a smile involuntarily playing on his lips. "Oh, finally I can stretch my muscles a bit?"

Losweiser chuckled. It was true that the dog of a man had been cooped up for so long without a fight.

After chatting for a few more minutes, the couple tacitly skipped over the topic.

Nerves and thoughts cannot be kept tense all the time; they need proper rest.

Losweiser had already prepared a bottle of red wine on the small wooden table on the balcony.

And, two cups.

Grandma's sudden visit and the latest information she brought were indeed very helpful to her.

But it also brought her pressure outside of work.

The Silver Dragon Queen relieved her stress either by relying on her captives or by drinking alcohol.

The prisoner has been buffed by a patch, so you shouldn't attack him for now, or you'll easily be killed in return.

So Losweiser could only drown her sorrows in alcohol.

She sat down at the wooden table, crossed her long legs, and the silky hem of her skirt slid down her delicate skin to the top of her thighs, with the black lace trim peeking out from under her.

Who is that Little Burning Dragon trying to seduce? Leon isn't falling for her tricks.

He didn't sit down, but stood opposite her, across the table from Losweiser, to make sure his gaze wouldn't 'accidentally' see something he shouldn't.

'Ton ton ton—'

Losweiser poured the red wine into her glass, picked it up with a leisurely air, and took a small sip.

The wine flowed into her stomach, leaving a lingering, pleasant aftertaste in her mouth.

As the cool evening breeze blew, Losweiser spoke with a hidden meaning in her words.

"I've prepared two wine glasses, Leon."

The implication is clear: have a drink with this this Queen.

"What? One cup isn't enough for you now?" Leon pretended not to understand.

Losweiser rolled her eyes.

She knew that when talking to a jerk, you had to be direct, otherwise he would definitely pretend to be stupid.

"Stay with me." The Queen's command was brief, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Can't refuse?

I, General Leon, have refused today!

The main theme is rebellion.

"No," Leon said. "I can't drink alcohol, you know that."

Losweiser leaned forward, resting her forearm on the table, her chin gently under the back of her hand. The strap of her nightgown slipped off her shoulder as she looked at Leon through the glass of wine.

From her perspective, Leon became a "big-headed doll".

She chuckled foolishly twice, then pouted and said to Leon in a slightly coquettish tone, "Have a drink with me, I'm under so much pressure."

Leon closed his eyes, unmoved.

It's an act, obviously an act.

"Leon ~"

I can't hear you, buddy, I'm a little deaf.

"Leon~"

The Dragon Queen is about to vomit.

"My dearest Casmod ~~"

Give up. No matter what you call me, I won't drink with you.

"Husband."

"He's 9 years and 75 years old in Basanlin."

Hey, don't get me wrong, I just couldn't stand it anymore, not because she called me "husband".

One sip of red wine and the invincible General Leon is about to collapse.

Losweiser didn't want to show any disgust, but how could she resist?

I knew he had a low alcohol tolerance, but to this extent... that's quite rare.

"Are you even capable, you idiot..."

Leon was slumped on the table, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over; he was clearly drunk.

Looking at his wine glass, there was enough wine left to keep two more goldfish.

"I told you I can't drink... but you insisted on making me drink..." Even though she was almost drunk, she still managed to argue with Losweiser.

This is the Dragon Slayer will etched into the bones of top dragon slayers.

"Hey, did I pry your mouth open and pour the wine in?" Losweiser retorted calmly.

"You... you called me..."

What should I call you?

Leon blushed, shifted slightly, buried his head in his arms, and mumbled, "Call me husband, and I'll drink with you..."

Upon hearing this, Losweiser raised an eyebrow in surprise, swirled the red wine in her glass, and said slowly, "Tsk, you actually admitted it. It seems I've found the magic weapon in this world to silence that mouth."

A dog's mouth is like ginseng; the longer you soak it in wine, the softer it becomes.

Leon kept his head down, then raised a middle finger. "I... hiccup—I will never drink with you again, never!"

Losweiser smiled faintly, "Then I'll call you 'husband' one more time. Do you want a drink?"

"... I won't drink!"

"You hesitated, Leon. Actually, you really want to hear me call you 'husband,' don't you?"

"Who... who wants to hear this?"

Leon sat up, his face flushed red. In his eyes, Losweiser had multiplied into five... six, seven, eight, but he still insisted, "You think you can make me listen to you just by calling me 'husband'? Impossible!" (9)

"Wow, wow, you're so manly, husband!"

"... I really feel like throwing up."

"Hmph, idiot."

Losweiser glanced at him with a charming smile, then picked up her glass and took a small sip.

Even a small amount of alcohol can have a numbing effect on the nerves.

It can make people say things they wouldn't normally be embarrassed to say.

Of course, whether it was the numbing effect of alcohol or a pretext for speaking the truth, no one knows.

Losweiser looked at Leon again, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes slightly open, her silver pupils like crescent moons in the night sky, sparkling and ambiguous.

Did you tell Grandma today that we love each other very much?

"Ah."

Leon leaned back in his chair, staring down at the balcony floor tiles. "Didn't we agree to pretend to be a loving couple in front of others?"

This is one reason, but not the whole story.

Leon didn't know at the time that the old lady was Losweiser's grandmother; he thought she was some gossipy old woman who had appeared out of nowhere.

As she continued to ask him questions, Leon felt somewhat offended, or rather, he felt that his relationship with Losweiser was being questioned.

That's why he emphasized "my wife and I are very much in love"—and he emphasized it twice.

This is another reason.

As for whether the claim that "I emphasized my love for my wife because others questioned our marital relationship" truly reflects Master Leon's inner thoughts...

Well, that's hard to say.

How could a wise Queen not hear the hidden thoughts in that scoundrel's words?

Moreover, he's drunk now, so he's bound to slip up and give himself away.

"Now there are no outsiders here, just the two of us."

Losweiser gazed at Leon. "Would you ever say something like that again?"

Leon replied bluntly, "No way, why would I need to say anything if it's just the two of us?"

After he finished speaking, a few seconds passed, but he did not receive a reply from Losweiser.

Leon blinked, sensing the subtle atmosphere, and glanced sideways.

Losweiser still rested her beautiful chin on her hand, blinking her pretty silver eyes as she looked at herself.

But there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Women are natural auditory creatures; even if sweet words are insincere, they are willing to listen attentively.

Besides, some sweet words may not be false.

Leon and Losweiser stared at each other, neither looking away.

After a long while, Leon's heart seemed to be touched by something. Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, or perhaps it was the alcohol that allowed his true thoughts to surface slightly.

He opened his mouth, but before he could utter a sound, one could already see that the expectation in Losweiser's eyes had deepened, even carrying a hint of joy.

"I... I like it..."

The last word should be pronounced as 'you'.

But it's too blurry, like it's just been glossed over.

Although Losweiser could understand those four words.

But this is not what she wanted.

Fueled by alcohol, Leon mustered his courage and finished speaking, then immediately dropped the subject, lowered his head, and refused to look at Losweiser again.

He said that if he kept looking at her, he would see things he shouldn't see and say things he shouldn't say.

It was just an ordinary night, and I only had that one sip of wine...

How did I end up surrendering so easily?

He was somewhat annoyed.

Unfortunately, he said something he considered very important when he was completely unprepared.

What's annoying is that he didn't explain it clearly.

Yes, Leon knows.

When it came time to say the last word, he chickened out; he didn't dare to say it openly and honestly.

It's like when the teacher calls on you to stand up and answer a question in school, but you were just daydreaming, thinking about how to make the girl you like happy after class.

You panicked, glancing at the teacher and then at the girl you liked sitting in the front row, and you panicked even more.

The teacher's question wasn't difficult, and you could have answered it perfectly, because that smart and lovely girl who had a mutual crush on you had already tutored you on similar questions before.

It was a wonderful break between classes, ten minutes you'll never forget.

In those ten minutes, you smelled the girl's hair and also got the answer to that question.

You promise the girl that you will never forget this problem, and that you will be able to solve it no matter when you encounter it again.

The girl didn't say anything, she just looked at you with a smile.

But at this moment, that string of answers sounds like a bad symphony concert in your mouth, becoming more and more incomprehensible as it goes on.