The Crocodile God wore Black Battle Armor and sat astride the Golden Chair with swagger, his body as massive as a mountain. Even one of his fingers was as large as the entire Crocodile Crown Prince.
Yet he lowered his head with tenderness and gently held out a finger to high-five his son.
"My son, you've put a lot of thought into this. Hurry and bring it here for your father to taste."
As the ruler of a great world, what fine wine hadn't the Crocodile God tasted?
He'd even guzzled every kind of wine in Sky Street. How could his foolish son possibly have found anything new?
But so as not to disappoint him, he smiled and pretended to be very interested.
The Little Crown Prince eagerly waved, and one giant wine jar after another appeared.
These jars were specially made, each holding a full hundred pounds of fine wine.
There was hardly enough for the Crocodile God to get a taste otherwise. Even so, these jars were still tiny compared with him.
The Little Crown Prince eagerly explained, "I spent the whole day finding these for you, Father. They're all wines you've never tried before. I bought a hundred pounds of each! Hurry and try them!"
"Good, good. You little rascal, your father will try them right away."
The Crocodile God spoke affectionately. In the next instant, all the jars flew up on their own, without the slightest trace of spiritual power, as though enveloped by some kind of Rules. They lined up neatly in a row.
The Crocodile God opened his mouth, and the first jar immediately poured into it.
Hundreds of pounds of wine were only enough for the Crocodile God to take a small sip.
He put on a connoisseur's expression as the jars opened