The kind of distance that was a hundred and eight thousand li away from Mondstadt.
Watching this scene, Columbina tilted her head slightly, curiosity glinting in her eyes. "The flagship is so lively today. Is there some kind of event?"
While the two were still puzzled, Mo Wang spotted Lumine with his sharp eyes. She was standing beside the bar with a helpless expression, arms crossed over her chest, her little face full of speechlessness.
She seemed to be trying to persuade the blond uncle at the center of the bar to drink less, occasionally leaning over to say a few words, but the result...
Lumine's words were completely useless against the drunkard before her.
Watching the scene, Mo Wang raised an eyebrow. He walked over, took Lumine by the hand, and said, "I was only gone for a little while. How did things turn into this?"
When Lumine saw that Mo Wang had returned, she clutched his sleeve like she had found a lifeline and said anxiously, "Brother! You're finally back! Hurry and think of something! Things have already gotten out of control here!"
"Out of control?" Mo Wang glanced at Lumine, then turned to look at the bar.
Only then did he understand what Lumine meant by "out of control."
Several burly men were sprawled around the blond uncle.
Some were unconscious with their faces planted on the bar, some had collapsed directly onto the floor, while two others were supporting each other as they staggered aside, mumbling, "Can't do it... can't do it anymore..."
Mo Wang took a look. At least five people had already been drunk under the table.
Across from the blond uncle sat a muscular man whose arms were as thick as an ordinary person's waist.
The man wore a common Nordkalle thick fur