The rest of the bill naturally fell to Lin Ze, who had recently earned the title of "rich man." As the restaurant owner began to lose patience, he cheerfully settled the bill, then treated the other sorcerers to a second round of food.
Wong was starting to feel embarrassed.
"Oh, look at this. I said it was my treat, and now you're paying."
Wong chatted with Lin Ze through a mouthful of lamb leg.
"Wong, you already treated us once. Of course this one's on me. Taking turns treating each other only makes our friendship stronger."
Lin Ze's tongue was thick as he answered. Some of the more easygoing sorcerers, seeing that they no longer had to help Wong save money, let loose and ordered a few bottles of liquor.
Paimon tried a couple of sips and soon fell asleep on the table.
Although Lin Ze hadn't gone down as quickly as she had, the booze was getting to him too. He picked up the bottle the sorcerer had ordered and took a look. Good grief-68% Wuyuanjiang Grain Liquor.
They had finished one, two, three... Oh no, he couldn't even count them anymore.
No wonder his vision was swimming. He was seeing double.
Huh? That's weird. Who's Zhongli talking to?
Who's that next to him? Why do they look so familiar?
Lin Ze tried to get a better look, but the glare off the other person's head dazzled him.
Thud!
There was a soft sound.
Overcome by the alcohol, Lin Ze slumped onto the table to join Paimon.
The night passed quickly, and peace returned to the world. The Hong Kong Sanctum opened its doors, and Lin Ze and the others returned to Kamar-Taj.
Less than two days had passed, yet seeing his room in Kamar-Taj again felt like