Poet of Great Love glanced back at Antanas and Sinora.
He was considering whether to seek some outside help.
In theory, these two eighth-tier demons should be able to drink far more than humans.
But if they got drunk, those two ladies would become completely unstoppable in their drunken rampage.
If the last Ba Tian Priest drank himself unconscious, he would have no way to exchange identities with Planai. He had to remain conscious to a certain degree.
That left only two people. Either he drank, or Hughberlian drank.
"Hughberlian, how well can you hold your liquor?"
Poet of Great Love asked.
"I haven't really tried. I should be neither good nor bad."
Hughberlian answered uncertainly.
At that,
Poet of Great Love looked troubled.
"Uh..."
Hughberlian looked at Poet of Great Love's rare expression of distress. As she hesitated, she suddenly remembered that Lanchi never touched alcohol.
Earlier, at the Sanctuary Villain's Banquet, when Lanchi saw the low-alcohol white grape wine, Frei had asked him to drink some, but he had only smiled and shaken his head.
Could it be that Lanchi simply had a poor tolerance for alcohol? Was he afraid of drinking?
That probably wasn't it.
Hughberlian found it hard to imagine what Lanchi would look like drunk.
Regardless, she absolutely couldn't let Lanchi accidentally eat or drink anything alcoholic in the future.
"Why don't you let me do it?"
Hughberlian leaned a little closer and asked. She felt that Lanchi truly didn't want to drink, and this was also the first time she had seen him encounter something he wasn't good at.
While the two of them hesitated, Warden Deria sighed.
"Perhaps I should prepare some juice next time? I feel that would be more suitable for two delicate little princesses like you."
Warden Deria raised an