"Okay."
Heros had no objections. The young God of War picked up his wine glass again and downed another glass of chilled beer.
Arthur set down his wine glass, rose, and left Heros, Gabriel, Vadim, and the other Astartes and elites. He headed toward the main seat in the hall, preparing to discuss the ownership of the Infinity Stones and the Coordinates of those two planets with Odin.
"Ha-ha-ha! Vadim, this stuff's no good for you!"
"Ugh... This liquor's pretty strong."
After Arthur left, the area was once again filled with the noise of Gabriel and Vadim competing over their drinks. Vadim, whose skin was light gray, had actually begun turning purple from the beer, and his speech had become slurred. He was gradually starting to look drunk.
Seeing that Vadim was finished, Gabriel, who was thoroughly enjoying himself, turned toward Heros, sitting at the corner of the table. He raised an oversized wine glass with his right hand and shouted at Heros:
"Come on! A toast to our God of War, Heros, of Umbrella! Drink!"
"Drink!" A group of Blood Ravens and elites joined in the excitement, raising their wine glasses toward Heros.
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Heros, who had been drinking alone, froze for a moment, but then stood up carefree. He raised his wine glass high, splashing liquor everywhere as it sloshed around, and shouted, "All right! Drink! I'll show you how much liquor a God of War can hold!"
"Now that's the spirit!"
"Argh~!"
Heros had never been reserved to begin with, and with Gabriel egging him on, he began drinking with the Blood Ravens and elites, whose average height exceeded two meters. The entire banquet grew even livelier.
Many of Asgard's younger generals gradually joined the drinking party with Heros and the Blood Ravens and elites, drawing the