Social Skills

A day later, Han Mingxuan and his group arrived at the Space Wolves' fleet.

However, he encountered Russ and his Wolf Lords at the Flagship's landing point as soon as he arrived.

And they were all carrying a lot of alcohol.

This person clearly has ill intentions.

"Han Uncle, long time no see! Come on over for a drink!"

Han Mingxuan looked at Russ, who was already a little drunk, and then at the jar in his hand.

The Immortal's Drunkenness.

They've really spoiled their tastes.

"Haha, great! I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

"Uncle, you're just bragging!"

"Haha, you think I'm afraid of you? Bring me a jar of wine!"

Han Mingxuan opened the lid of the wine jar, and it truly smelled like the wine of Immortal's Drunkenness.

However, he offered the first jar of wine to Trazyn.

"Russ, this is my friend Trazyn. Is it alright for him to drink a jar of wine in my place?"

"Haha! Since he's the uncle's friend, he's my friend too, no problem at all!"

Trazyn didn't refuse either; he'd drunk who knows how much of Old Han's liquor he'd ever had.

This Primarch has really messed with itself.

When Russ saw Trazyn finish the Immortal's Drunkenness as if it were water, his eyes lit up instantly.

He can drink alcohol.

He's a real man!

"Happy!"

As he spoke, Russ opened another jar of wine and handed it to Han Mingxuan.

"Don't rush, as the saying goes, guests from afar are always welcome. You'd like to have a round of drinks with the people I brought, is that alright?"

Are you a guest from afar?

That makes sense!

They also wanted to see just how much these men their Uncle brought could drink!

"Come! I'll drink with you!" shouted Bjorn the Broken Hand.

"Bjorn, get out of here! I'm still here. Come on, bring the wine, drink up!"

Russ prepared a jar of wine for everyone and then began to guzzle it down.

Even Endymion couldn't escape it.

This was also the first time he had tasted wine brewed by Han Mingxuan.

"Haha! That's great! Uncle, it's your turn now, isn't it?"

"That's natural, but according to Nostramo's rules, seniority and respect must be observed. However, this is the first time your Uncle has drunk with you, so I'll toast you."

Han Mingxuan picked up the wine jar and took a big gulp without hesitation.

"Haha! That's great! Well, I should do something too!"

Russ took out two jars of wine and demonstrated his newly acquired skill.

Drink two jars at once!

He called it "a wolf devouring two sheep".

"You wolf cubs, drink!"

Han Mingxuan raised the wine jar in his hand and began to gulp down the wine.

Trazyn was also surprised to learn that Han Mingxuan could drink so much.

However, Han Mingxuan knew that this wine must have been brewed later, as it tasted a bit bland.

"Haha! Good! As expected of Han Uncle, so straightforward! Let's go, the banquet in Fenris has already begun!"

Russ ordered the Wolf Lords to make way, allowing Han Mingxuan to see what was happening behind him.

Wine and meat were everywhere, weapons were scattered about, and rough music was playing.

"As expected of the Space Wolves, that's great! Today I'll drink to my heart's content with you all!"

"Uncle, this..."

"Sevatar, you should have a drink too," Han Mingxuan said with a smile.

Ah?

"Yeah, brother Sevatar, I've heard you're pretty fierce. How about a drink?"

"Ha, you think you can be afraid of me?"

"Haha, great, you're full of energy! Come on, drink!"

As for Han Mingxuan and Trazyn?

The two of them had been led to the center of the banquet by Russ, where he met Lorgar.

However, Lorgar is not in good condition right now.

He was drunk.

"Uncle, don't mind Old Seventeen. He got drunk after only a few dozen jars of wine. That's pathetic. Let's drink."

"You, you're just taking advantage of Lorgar's low alcohol tolerance. By the way, you don't have ulterior motives, do you?"

The current Lorgar is practically identical to Emperor; if she wore a golden laurel wreath, who could tell the difference?

"Ah... hahaha, how could that be!"

That seems to be the case.

Then things became simple: Han Mingxuan drank, and Trazyn ate and drank.

Russ immediately felt himself sobering up.

These two old guys can really drink.

Trazyn remained silent; he knew the other person was Necrontyr, and it was normal for their physical condition to be different from ordinary people.

But something's wrong with my Uncle.

For a Mortals, it's already quite impressive that he didn't get drunk after drinking the first jar of wine upon entering the house.

But he's still drinking now, and it's the people in the wheel circle and the Legion who are drinking with him.

Although he didn't drink as much as Astartes, he now had five empty wine jars beside him.

This is... absolutely amazing!

What's the reality?

Han Mingxuan didn't drink much at all; he was just slightly tipsy.

What? You're asking where the alcohol I drank is?

Haha, his Necrons Magic Technology has already sent all that alcohol into outer space.

Therefore, no matter what, Russ can't win.

This is called social skill; you could also say that Old ginger is spicier.

Russ is clever, but still too young.

"Uncle, why don't you stop drinking?"

Seeing that Han Mingxuan showed no sign of stopping, Russ started to panic.

If my Uncle were to get seriously ill from drinking on my Flagship, that would be a real problem.

No one knows what Curze's methods are yet, but he can see some of Animus's methods.

If Animus were to join his Legion, he would undoubtedly be the strongest below the Primarch!

The fact that Curze could get the other twelve, like Animus, to willingly call him the Boss shows that his methods are not to be underestimated.

He didn't want to go into the Octagon with Curze.

"How can that be? You're known for being a heavy drinker, so as your Uncle, I have to drink with you until you're satisfied!"

"This..."

"How about this, let Lao Xin drink it for me, okay?"

"OK!"

As long as my Uncle stops drinking, everything else is negotiable.

"You guys drink first, I'm going to take a nap."

Han Mingxuan leaned back in his chair and fell asleep, but a smile played on his lips.

Russ felt that her Uncle had made the right choice in coming here, and that his hospitality was also excellent.

Look how happy your Uncle is!

But Russ didn't know he'd been tricked; he was in deep trouble.

After all, Lao Xin's appetite has caught up with that of the Tyranids.

Then, Russ became ruthless and lost all passion.

I was completely stunned by what I ate.

"I! I demand a halftime break!"

Quiet.

The Gene-Father requests a halftime break?!

Am I really that drunk?

"No problem, or you can take it easy for now. Let's call it a draw today, and continue when you're feeling better."

"Alright! It was a draw anyway, let's play again next time!"

Trazyn elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth.

Although the flavor of Fenris is wild and rugged, it has a unique taste.

Eight-tenths full, not too much, not too little, just right.

"Hmm? Uncle, Trazyn, when did you arrive?"

"I've been here for a while, and as soon as I walked in, I saw you lying on the floor, completely drunk."

"Oh? Is that so? It's all Russ's fault, he kept pouring me drinks. By the way, how's Uncle?"

"Old Han is fine. He didn't drink much; he'll be alright after a nap."

"But you, Lorgar, aren't you busy building the City of Truth? Why do you have time to drink so much here at Space Wolves's?"