Soaking in Hot Springs

"Now it was all good. Everyone had died cleanly."

"Captain, stop talking nonsense. Wasn't it all your fault?" Rayleigh took a sip of wine and shot Roger a sidelong glance.

"You called that a notification? You just found a few people, told them about Milim, and then completely stopped caring."

"What an absolute bastard!"

"Anyone who believed you would have to be seeing ghosts."

Without a shred of embarrassment, Roger burst into laughter. "Then just tell me, did I promote it or not?"

The crew all looked at Roger with contempt.

Milim and Charlotte Lingling also returned to Many Countries, where a banquet began amid everyone's welcome.

The long tables were laden with delicacies. Exquisite tableware and flowers adorned the spread, every detail carefully arranged and refined. The scene was grand and lively, dazzling to behold.

Everyone dined together, and regardless of race, even members of the Giant race chatted happily with the Longarm Tribe.

"Om nom, om nom!" Ever since arriving at the banquet, Milim's mouth had not stopped. All kinds of delicacies were continuously brought out, while empty plates were constantly carried away.

There was even less need to mention Charlotte Lingling. Having gone three days without food, she was like a ravenous beast. No food could remain on the table for even a second. Like Milim, Lingling also loved sweets the most.

Thus, their table was piled high with desserts, delicacies the two sisters would sample only after filling their stomachs.

Vegapunk and El held hands with everyone else as they danced around the bonfire. The flush on their faces made it clear that they were already drunk.

The newly brought-back Bullet sat with a group of children, wolfing down food.

Today marked Many Countries' first victory, and it was an unprecedentedly great one. Everyone, both across the seas and within Many Countries, now understood the strength of Many Countries.

Those within Many Countries who had worried that such a wonderful world would not last long finally set their minds at ease.

The greedy enemies across the sea also feared the power of Many Countries and no longer dared to come.

After this, Many Countries would enter a period of even faster development. Perhaps if too many people came to the island, even Spring Island might no longer have room for them all.

But those were not things Milim and the others needed to consider right now. What they should consider now was enjoying the food and basking in the glory that belonged to them.

At that moment, Milim stared at the baijiu before her, facing a difficult decision. Though she had long been an adult, whether in her previous life or this one, Milim had never drunk alcohol.

Though Lingling kept eating, her gaze had never left Milim for even half a second. Naturally, she saw Milim's hesitant expression—wanting to drink, yet not daring to.

"Milim, if you don't want to drink, then don't." Lingling spoke with a slightly amused smile.

Milim glanced at Lingling, then swallowed as she looked at the baijiu in her hand. In the end, she decided to give it a taste. "It's fine. Let's treat it as a reward for supporting the victorious return. I want to challenge something I've never tasted before."

The moment the baijiu entered her mouth, Milim felt a distinct spiciness, like a warm current passing through her throat, even carrying a slight burning sensation.

After it went down, the spicy sensation gradually faded. A lingering warmth remained wherever the liquor passed, traveling down her esophagus and filling her abdomen with warmth. Milim felt her whole body gradually heat up.

After taking a sip, Milim's eyes lit up. Baijiu was not as terrible as she had imagined. It actually seemed pretty good to drink once in a while.

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So Milim picked up a glass bottle of baijiu, gnawed on a chicken leg with one hand, and took a swig of liquor with the other, feeling as though her whole body were floating.

As the banquet went on, many people had already collapsed onto the ground, drunk unconscious. Dozens of baijiu bottles lay scattered around Milim.

A normal person would have suffered alcohol poisoning after drinking so much, but Milim's face was only slightly flushed, her head a little light, and she felt completely relaxed.

Milim staggered over to Charlotte Lingling and slammed her forehead into Lingling's back.

"Damn Lingling! How dare you be so tall? It's simply unforgivable!"

With a helpless, amused expression on her face, Lingling watched as Milim completely let herself go. Perhaps because she was drunk, Milim was unexpectedly talkative now.

"Why aren't you moving?" With hazy eyes, Milim grabbed Lingling's cheek with one hand and draped herself over Lingling's back, muttering nonstop, "Hey—Lingling, hurry up and play with me."

A relaxed smile appeared on Lingling's face. "I can play with you, but don't be a sore loser if you lose."

Milim excitedly raised her left hand. "Then bring it on! Lord Milim won't lose to you."

Charlotte Lingling carried Milim on her back, and amid one of them fussing while the other coaxed her, the two left the banquet and returned home.

Not long after returning, Milim's powerful body had metabolized most of the alcohol, and her mind became clear again.

The first thing Milim smelled after sobering up was the strong scent of alcohol all over herself.

"Seriously, that smells awful." Disgusted, Milim went into the room and took out a bathrobe, while her other hand pulled the sleeping rabbit out from beneath the blankets.

"Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm!" Humming an unknown tune, Milim stripped off all her clothes and jumped straight into the hot spring.

The splashing water struck Ruka, who was massaging Lingling!

"Ah!" The splashed water soaked Ruka from head to toe. Lingling opened one eye and glanced toward the hot spring before closing it again.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!" Half of Milim's head stuck out of the water as she continuously blew bubbles. Her eyes were fixed directly on Ruka, who was giving Lingling a massage!

The little rabbit had finally escaped the evil master's grasp and, with practiced ease, swam over to the swim ring Lingling had specially prepared for her.

Lying atop the swim ring, her little short legs paddled constantly, carrying the rabbit all around the hot spring.

Milim climbed onto the shore and stared eagerly at Lingling. "Lingling, let me give you a massage."

Lingling glanced at Milim and said in disbelief, "Milim, don't tell me you think massages are fun?"

"Hehe!" Milim scratched her head and gave an adorable smile.

"Then let's give it a try!" Lingling could tell what Milim was thinking just by looking at her, but it was no big deal, so she did not mind.

Ruka immediately stepped back and stood quietly to one side, handing over a yukata. Milim took it and draped it over her smooth body.

She then placed one foot on Lingling's back, followed by the other, continuously walking over it.

Feeling the pressure on her back, Lingling let out a couple of comfortable hums. Compared to Ruka's earlier strength, Milim's pressure was clearly much more pleasant.

Ruka stared wide-eyed at the relaxed expression on Lingling's face. Something improper suddenly came to mind, and her entire face instantly flushed red.