"Mr. 39, you're drunk."
Wei Yanchi spoke softly.
39 narrowed his eyes. He had an imposing air even without a trace of anger, regarding Wei Yanchi like a predator eyeing his prey. Holding the bowl of wine in one hand, he tipped his head back and drained it, then said dismissively, "You're the one who's drunk."
But he set the ceramic bowl upside down on the table. 39 stared at it with bleary confusion, like a young beast unable to understand how something harmless had managed to hurt him.
This time, Wei Yanchi did not refill his bowl. He knew just how strong his senior brother's homemade rice wine was. It was famed for knocking people flat the moment they stepped into the breeze. Even his master, who regularly drank baijiu, could not manage more than a few bowls, let alone Mr. 39.
Besides, he had added plenty of white sugar, along with some lemon juice.
Wei Yanchi had caught the faint scent of cocktails on 39's gear. He knew 39 probably did not drink much baijiu in his everyday life, and most cocktails were weaker than homemade liquor.
"Mr. 39, I'm getting more and more curious. Who exactly are you? What is the instance's purpose? You came from before 1786, so what happened back then? Why did you become an NPC in the instance?"
Wei Yanchi repeated the question that puzzled him most. "Why did you become an NPC in the instance?"
As he spoke, 39 suddenly raised his head and studied him, his eyes clear, as though he were not drunk at all. "Wei Yanchi."
Wei Yanchi paused, then noticed the redness at the tips of 39's ears and understood. He boldly leaned closer. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
"You are... only you can do