Kuntela sniffed the rich scent of alcohol in the air and said with some distaste, "No. Drinking alone brings me no joy."
It was not that it did not drink, but what was the point of drinking without meat?
Alshanjo clearly understood Kuntela's preferences. He shrugged. "Then there's nothing to be done. I do have ground snake meat here, but I don't know how to grill it. Such wonderful chilled Blue Duke Wine can only be enjoyed by me alone." After speaking, Alshanjo lifted the bottle and took a deep swig. As the cold liquor went down his throat, his already reddish skin turned completely red.
One mouthful was enough to send the drink to his head and face. That alone showed how potent the wine in the bottle was.
Kuntela gave Alshanjo an indifferent glance, then looked away, too lazy to pay attention to a drunkard who was about to collapse.
Compared with Alshanjo, it cared more about Laplace and the others.
Kuntela looked toward the misty barrier that partitioned both air and sight. It had been nearly an hour since Laplace and Angel entered the barrier. What could have happened? Why had there been no movement at all?
While Kuntela was puzzled, Angel's gaze was fixed on Alshanjo through the barrier.
"So it was wine... Then that cloud just now was used to chill the wine." Angel murmured softly. "Using a gaseous life-form that controls ice and snow as a refrigerator is far too extravagant."
When he saw the floating cloud, he had thought it was a servant purchased by the Hundred Dragons Divine Kingdom. Yet its value lay solely in its function as a refrigerator.
"Isn't chilling wine just a matter of one spell? Is there really any need to make such a huge fuss?" Angel could