Men of the Hasa Kingdom

"What are they holding in their bowls?"

Since they were still some distance away, they could not see clearly. It looked like water, but not quite.

Moyun narrowed his eyes, then eventually gave up.

Suddenly, he came up with a good idea.

"You all stay here and don't move. I'll be right back!"

The moment he finished speaking, he vanished from before their eyes in a flash.

"He didn't sneak into the enemy camp, did he?"

"Looks like it. Let's hope no one notices him. And if he does get caught, I hope they only chase Moyun away and not the rest of us."

Palo said this with great loyalty.

Sabo wholeheartedly agreed, even nodding in approval.

Just like that, Moyun slipped into the crowd without anyone noticing him.

Everyone there had their eyes devoutly closed, holding the bowls in their hands high over their heads.

Only then did Moyun catch the faint scent of alcohol in the air.

So the bowls were filled with liquor.

Then, one after another, they poured the liquor from their bowls into the bonfire in an orderly manner.

The bonfire burned ever more fiercely, and the air became saturated with a strong aroma of alcohol.

Even Palo and the others some distance away could smell it.

"Looks like there was liquor in their bowls."

"It smells so good. I've never smelled liquor like this before."

Palo closed his eyes and took a careful sniff, his nose twitching. Beneath the scent of alcohol was a hint of milk.

It seemed to be a special milk liquor brewed on this island.

"I really want to try it. I wonder what it tastes like."

"Me too. Now that you mention it, it feels like it's been a long time since I last drank."

The men began enthusiastically