By the time Morris had downed his fifth cup, his face had turned the color of pig liver, sweat had begun to bead on his forehead, and his breathing had grown heavy.
Across from him, He Xi calmly finished his sixth cup. His expression remained unchanged, his eyes clear. He even picked up another skewer and took a bite.
"You... you bastard..." Morris belched, his speech already slurred. "How... how can you hold your liquor better than a dwarf? I don't believe it. You're definitely just forcing yourself to keep going."
As he spoke, he shakily accepted his sixth cup.
He took a deep breath and chugged it down again, but this time he had to stop halfway to catch his breath before barely managing to finish it.
When he set down the cup, his body was already swaying slightly.
He Xi swallowed the meat in his mouth, smiled, poured himself a seventh cup, and once again drank it down at an even pace.
Morris watched He Xi's relaxed manner, shocked and furious at the same time.
He recalled how hard he had worked these past few days. He hadn't gone anywhere near the Blackwater Swamp.
For some reason, the town had suddenly received more commissions than usual—finding lost cats and dogs, picking locks, clearing sewers, and the like. He had worked day and night and finally earned a few Silver Scales.
This expensive bill...
Especially that damn bowl of Puchi Soup. If he lost, the money he had worked so hard to earn these past few days would vanish in an instant.
Thinking of this, he could only brace himself and accept the seventh cup.
But just as he took the cup halfway, the strong smell of alcohol rushed into his nose. His stomach convulsed violently, and an uncontrollable