novelraw Chapter 769: Eliog Only the Drinkers Leave Behind Their Names
Chapter 769: Eliog Only the Drinkers Leave Behind Their Names
Within the dim castle of the Demon Dynasty, the entirely wheat-colored-skinned Eliog exposed small tiger fangs resting her hands on her hips, tossing her head back laughing loudly. She tilted her head up, the arrow-shaped tail behind her also swaying along with her mood, looking exactly like a cute little lioness...
But precisely the posture of not wearing a single piece of clothing was somewhat inelegant, making the Fisher holding clothes nearby unable to help saying,
"...You put your clothes on first."
"Hey, small matter aooo."
Harboring a bosom full of vitality, Eliog tiptoed toward Fisher, receiving the clothes held in his hands pulling them over her own head. As a result yet slightly got stuck due to the magma double horns on her head, she moreover solely knew how to use brute force to mess with it, conversely causing her head to not find the exit no matter what...
"Wuu... how does this thing work aooo... aiyo my horns..."
"...Don't move, wait for me to help you, this is Naris's style, already very loose."
Seeing this the helpless Fisher had no choice but to reach out finding the head's exit for her so she wouldn't squirm inside the clothes.
Then, along with the fitting clothes put on, the regaining-freedom Eliog spread her four limbs, looking at the Fisher before her eyes.
Eliog's eyes always possessed a sort of complex feeling, those carrying laziness eyebrows curving brightly yet thoroughly displaying laziness. If forcibly picking an imagery to describe it, Fisher felt the never-setting evening sun was the best.Bright yet not glaring, the moment about to extinguish yet unextinguished possessed a comfortable residual warmth, emotions thereby flowing within, making one unable to help lingering.
"..."
However this deeply affectionate gaze didn't last too long. A moment later, she actually directly gave a massive yawn, spewing scorching high temperature from her oral cavity. She rubbed her own eyes, deeply lazily explaining,
"Sleepy."
"You've only just been let out for a few minutes okay?!"
"This is also something there's no alternative for huh, after all I possess a lethargic constitution aooo..."
Eliog took on an appearance of "not listening not listening to the bastard chanting sutras" hugging her own head retreating backwards, smoothly directly lying down on the large bed in the center of the main hall... mhm, also gently reached out scratching her own tummy, immediately and subsequently lying completely flat.
Fisher bearing dead fish eyes arrived at the head of the bed. The shadow formed by his body gradually spread onto the Eliog lying on the bed, making her narrow her eyes looking at him, exactly like a cat basking in the sun on a sandy beach...
Only unfortunately this wasn't a golden sandy beach, this was her dim castle, here there were no azure waves, solely rolling magma as companion.
But this didn't hinder Eliog's behavior of sleeping comfortably in the slightest.
"Gulu-lu~"
Eliog snored. Immediately and subsequently exactly as if abruptly recalling something, lowering her head slightly she asked Fisher,
"You letting me out should have taken tremendous effort right, I felt my seal loosening extremely drastically, exactly like I wasn't sealed by that whatever Mother Goddess previously."
"Did spend a bit of effort..."
Actually ever since everything ended Fisher had pondered how to process the matters of the Demon-kin. Now the gods were annihilated, the Mythical Species almost entirely perished, while the Demon-kin were exactly like that Death God Hela who still existed, perhaps in the future there would also be the possibility of awakening.
Fisher temporarily didn't think of how to precisely handle them and the Demon Dynasty's matters, thus thought of letting Eliog out first, inquiring about her opinion.
Of course, besides this there were also other thoughts.
After all the other ladies were happily and joyfully living right now, leaving solely Eliog alone sealed in deep slumber within the Demon Dynasty, Fisher naturally felt bad about it.
Also didn't trouble Renee, the [Nothingness] property within his body actually possessed a great effect toward this kind of seal. After researching for a period of time, releasing Eliog wasn't difficult.
"Thanks for your trouble thanks for your trouble... aooo-wuuu..."
Looking at the Eliog releasing a yawn before her thankful words were even finished, Fisher couldn't help reaching out pinching her cheeks, complaining,
"So, even looking on account of my effort for so long, can't you raise a bit of spirit, how can anyone just get up then immediately think of sleeping again?"
Who'd have expected hearing this Eliog nonetheless blinked her eyes, conversely smilingly saying,
"Hey, seeing you and wanting to sleep inherently don't conflict either aooo..."
She seemingly existent yet seemingly not stressed the tone on the word "sleep".
"..."
The hand Fisher still placed on her cheeks slightly halted, the arrow tail burning with flames behind her at this moment also exactly like a snake spiraling upward, exactly like alluring drawing Fisher's line of sight...
However silent for a moment, Fisher actually all at once grabbed her tail, making her yelp aoo-aoo calling out,
"Aoo aoo, wait a minute aooo, don't pinch my tail!"
Seeing her bristle, Fisher tactfully let go of her tail, urging,
"Quickly get up, do you just plan to continue lying here comfortably after finishing doing it?"
"Don't have aooo..." Eliog released a yawn, aggrievedly saying, "Truly unable to raise the spirit huh... I'm already a several-thousand-year-old elderly ai, besides that little matter I don't really have anything I love doing huh. Now also isn't the era of fighting wars either, me going out also has nothing good, better let me lie here..."
"..."
Eliog closed her eyes, an appearance of a salted fish, yet seemingly able to formlessly feel the Fisher standing by the bedside currently looking at her with a terrifying gaze.
She slightly guiltily opened one eye, softly saying,
"...Well, if you truly don't want to let me sleep letting me find a bit of interesting things to do is also okay aooo."
"Interesting things?"
Fisher stroked his chin. Looking at the Eliog exactly like a puddle of loose mud on the bed, uncontrollably beginning to ponder, besides sleeping, doing that kind of thing and fighting, could this fellow possibly still have anything she liked doing?
"Hehe..."
Mentioning this, Eliog's eyes seemed exactly like abruptly thinking of something slightly brightening.
She hugged her arms sitting up, fiercely clamping her hands saying,
"Right, can still go do that matter aooo!"
"So, what is it exactly?"
Eliog humph-humph smiled, fiercely hopping up from the bed all at once, exposing a profound expression toward Fisher,
"Hey, you definitely haven't carefully tasted it before... but no matter, I'm an expert in this aspect, taking you to experience it once is fine!"
Fisher blinked his eyes, temporarily not knowing how to reply.
But overall, her being able to raise her spirit to get up is exactly a good thing right.
"Crang!"
"Ha!"
"Another cup!"
"Ahahaha! He's about to fall, about to fall!"
A boundless white expanse of heavy snow paved the streets of the Sardin Woman's Country's winter, from a corner of a certain street covered by heavy snow in the Sardin Royal Capital transmitted the clamor of a lively drinking party, dyeing a smear of warmth for the bitter-cold winter day.
Those still willing to walk out of their homes into the tavern to drink a cup in this damn weather, must definitely be the most devout drunkards.
Within the tavern, following the crisp sound of a wooden cup, the fine liquor within the cup splashed out two or three drops landing on the tabletop, alcohol thereby diffusing, dyeing the atmosphere within the room with an intoxicating fragrance.
Fisher sat on the high stool propping up that tragically heavily-wounded wooden table, turning his face helplessly looking at the Eliog beside him gripping a cup loudly shouting "another cup".
While inside the counter, Old Jack hugged his arms expressionlessly looking at the demon before his eyes. Silent for a moment he subsequently turned his head looking at the Fisher sitting beside her. Watching as Fisher nodded, only then did he sigh going back to draw liquor.
Eliog's height wasn't tall, more specifically it should be her height at this moment wasn't tall, after all her true body was a very massive lump, moreover also having another four arms, Fisher also only saw it once.
But at this moment the body formed by the soul sat on the high stool even having both feet unable to touch the ground. Hence solely able to exactly like the tail behind her sway slightly along with her exactly-great mood right now.
"This is already the twentieth cup."
"This kind of liquor is merely a warm-up appetizer, we haven't even entered the main topic yet."
Eliog hehe smiled, speaking exactly like so to Fisher.
"Liquor is here!"
Old Jack expressionlessly carried two brimming large wooden cups walking over again, placing them before Fisher and Eliog. When the liquor was put down, he additionally glared at Fisher once, making Fisher smile helplessly.
"Cheers... wu, why is this boss's complexion constantly this terrible? Is it because I drink too much aooo?"
Fisher fingered the liquor cup, smilingly saying,
"We are customers, also not not paying money, how could he dislike you drinking too much."
"Oh~ Then it's because of you aooo? What, you guys have a grudge?"
Fisher took a sip of liquor, smilingly saying,
"You forgot, back then you went to Holy Nazareth's Serpent's Head Street drinking lots losing the money pouch on your body? Back then it was exactly Old Jack calling asking me to come take you away, he is my old friend."
"I understand, he's definitely well-acquainted with which other little girlfriend of yours. Seeing you bringing me over therefore put on a face."
Eliog poured another large mouthful of liquor down her stomach, but her train of thought was exceptionally clear, instantly grabbing the critical point, conversely making the words of Fisher wanting to explain something lodge in his mouth. He sighed, having no choice but to explain,
"...His remarried second wife is Alajina's elder. Ever since Alajina left the Wutong Tree they also unable to stay idle left. One was for their three precious granddaughters, two was for them finding a bit of things to do, only then coming anew to the Sardin Woman's Country to open a tavern."
"So it's like this aooo... gulu gulu gulu..."
Eliog blinking her eyes didn't really care much about these, directly pouring liquor into her own belly. That appearance of hers drinking liquor was practically even more relaxed than pouring water into her belly, her throat pausing rising and falling the liquor within the cup already reached the bottom.
Among the several ladies he was acquainted with if there was anyone completely unbothered by other ladies, it absolutely had to count Eliog as the foremost.
Clearly a great demon residing within the Gate of Victory, in this aspect actually possessing no thoughts of striving for victory or being competitive whatsoever. An appearance of matters not concerning oneself completely indifferent, evidently not as enticing as the liquor within her cup.
Fisher glanced at her with dead fish eyes, opening his mouth asking,
"I thought you remembered, otherwise why did you point out by name and surname to come to the Northern Border to drink?"
"Did you think I came to settle scores with those little girlfriends of yours that I haven't met aooo?"
"Not entirely either, merely possessing a bit of curiosity about the reason."
Eliog hehe smiled without answering, loudly saying to Old Jack,
"Alright, time to enter the main topic aooo... Come, Boss, serve us two cups of premium [Snake Flag Wine]!"
As these words came out, the entirety of the clamorous tavern instantaneously quieted down. Fisher even thought this ancient demon Eliog who lived over a thousand years stated a kind of already vanished liquor variety. Just about to make an explanation, behind him a woman flushed and thick-necked yet loudly laughingly said,
"Hey! Everything has to speak of a first come first served, we are all waiting!"
"Yeah, this beer is almost fading entirely into water... Hey, Boss Father, didn't you say the Boss is almost arriving delivering it? Where's the liquor?"
"Not allowed to jump the queue ah!"
Fisher raised his eyebrows, looking at the smilingly lazy demon beside him revealing doubt. While inside the counter, Old Jack carrying two cups of beer stepping out anew explained to Eliog and the incomparably excited customers within the store,
"Don't rush, the old wife and my granddaughters already went to pick up the goods. Heavy snowy day, the roads outside the city are all buried over, presumably she's still clearing snow, arriving immediately. Everyone drink beer first, once the Snake Flag Wine arrives we will immediately serve everyone."
Old Jack placed the liquor before Fisher and Eliog. Fisher glanced at the Eliog beside him who "gulu-lu" started downing it anew, unable to help asking,
"Is this Snake Flag Wine very welcomed?"
"Ah, Alajina also doesn't really drink alcohol, therefore also never talked to you about it right... It's a kind of strong liquor, the weather is cold over here in the Northern Border, the people here just love drinking it to ward off the cold. Pakhz said the first cup of liquor in winter for every Northern Border person must absolutely be Snake Flag Wine, considered the 'national liquor' unique to the Northern Border."
"I actually essentially never even heard of it in the past."
"Mhm-hm... This kind of liquor is very hard to brew, heard it requires using sulfur or whatever, the amount produced every year is very little, unable to walk out of the Northern Border all drunk completely by the local people. Pakhz has connections, every year able to get some quota, otherwise so many customers wouldn't still gather here every year this deep winter... However it's already this time, she should have returned by all logic... This year's snow isn't even as heavy as last year's, don't know what mishap occurred."
Hearing this Fisher nodded, somewhat astonishedly glancing at the Eliog beside him. It seemed drinking alcohol truly was her few-in-number hobbies, entirely actually knowing this kind of precious liquor unique to the Northern Border like the back of her hand.
"If it still doesn't come I'm going to sleep again aooo... This degree of liquor can't even be called liquor, practically just water..."
"Should just directly pour alcohol into you... Moreover our ranks are this high, a demon's metabolism degree is practically unable to compare with humans, something able to make you drunk..."
Hearing this Eliog chuckled turning her head looking toward Fisher. Poking his back with her tail, solely saying,
"Drinking alcohol isn't merely for the sake of getting drunk, also isn't drinkable with just anybody."
"...Don't understand, but respect."
"Hehe..."
Eliog faintly smiled. Just raising her liquor cup about to swallow the beer within the cup into her belly, but precisely at this moment, the heavy door of the tavern boomed pushing open. Squeezing in from the outside hurriedly were three cardamom-years-old young girls wearing heavy woolen sweaters with small faces frozen thoroughly red.
Although the age was already cardamom, however speaking in terms of bodily size they were much more petite compared to human children of identical age. Exactly Old Jack's three Ratman Race granddaughters.
"Grandpa! Bad... bad! Grandma got intercepted halfway on the road, the carriage carrying the liquor was also hauled away wuuuuwuuuu..."
Old Jack widened his eyes. Hurriedly putting down the liquor cups in his hand, asking in shock,
"What? How is Pakhz?"
"Grandma is still on the carriage, we fell from the carriage, Diandian seemingly even broke a bone. Karma said, let us return to deliver news... Fi... Fisher! You are here ah!"
"Wuuuuwuuuu, Fisher, quickly help us rescue Grandma!"
Once seeing the Fisher sitting before the counter, the three squirrel girls' eyes slightly brightened, exactly like seeing a savior.
As a result before Fisher even opened his mouth, those drunkards within the tavern who were drinking still unfulfilled fiercely smacked the table, loudly roaring,
"Her grandpa's, which gang of stinking bastards struck business onto our bodies?!"
"Yeah, her dad's, waited here for so long, turned out to be mixed-furs snatching our liquor!"
"Definitely that gang of shameless smugglers, heard it's precisely them reselling Snake Flag Wine overseas... Her dad's unable to buy now just directly robbing openly is it?"
"Let's go, fuck her dad's!"
The female folkways of the Sardin Woman's Country were inherently valiant, at this moment alcohol going to their heads plus waiting for a long while without drinking the Snake Flag Wine, even more so directly overheating. A gang of women emitting alcohol fumes put on deer-eared hats, picking up shovels and muskets resting by their feet slapping the table rising, wanting to demand an explanation for Pakhz,
"Speak, Little Sister, where was your Grandma intercepted?!"
"The... the road outside the winery east of the city, they were carrying Grandma heading outside the city... should be the direction entering the mountains!"
"Good! Let's go, everyone, carrying tools let's go fuck her dad's!"
"I have a carriage here!"
"Beat them to death, daring to rob our liquor!"
Actually this kind of matter letting Fisher and Eliog set out was solvable within minutes, he initially also thought like so, after all within this entire room solely him, Eliog and Old Jack's grandfather-granddaughter several people couldn't be considered to have alcohol rushing to their heads.
He just wanted to tell the several Sardin Woman's Country people to calm down a bit, he'd call Eliog to go over and take a look and it'd be fine,
"Eliog, we'll..."
Hm?
Where is the person?
The seat beside him had somehow already emptied. He was slightly stunned. Turning his head looking toward the doorway, exactly seeing at the very back of that crowd of righteously indignant women lining up at the doorway exiting out the door, Eliog miraculously pulling out a deer-ear hat from who knows where, also exactly like that group of women raising a hoe swaying up and down, loudly yelling over there,
"Beat them to death, beat them to death!"
"..."
Fisher opened his mouth, ultimately helplessly covering his face once. Turning his head looking toward Old Jack, saying to him,
"It's fine, hand it to us, you properly take care of Diandian Karma and them."
"Alright."
Fisher setting out, needless to say this kind of petty theft and robbery matter was definitely reaching out and catching.
Fisher stood up his body walking out the door. Exactly seeing that group of drunkards had already lined up carrying tools squeezing onto two horse carriages. The coachman also burping alcohol, swaying staggeringly pouted her butt getting on the horse carriage, gripping the reins.
Before driving, additionally took out a wine flask from her bosom drinking heavily once, immediately and subsequently raising a hand loudly saying,
"Fuck his dad's! Set off!"
"Seeking liters in the morning, seeking deciliters in the evening, recently impoverished people hard to survive hic!"
"Slaughter cattle and sheep ya, hei! Prepare wine and slurry ai, hei!"
The carriage full of alcohol fumes followed by a "crack" light sound of the reins, rolling out two ruts on the snowfield. The females on the carriage patted their bellies, using instruments to smash the floor, singing a drinking song of the Northern Border language, also unknown precisely a song from what time entirely.
Fisher fiercely tapped the ground once, exactly like a phantom latching onto the rear boot of the carriage, to the extent that barring Eliog no one even discovered he boarded the carriage.
He speechlessly looking at this carriage of drunkards, also glancing at the equally shaking her head swaying her brain Eliog.
"Finish drinking the Snake Flag cup falls down, raise the head high don't mind the pain, hei!"
"Heavy snow boundless white expanse ya, chest within is hot~"
Within this joyous atmosphere of harmonizing songs, the carriage full of alcohol fumes staggered staggeringly driving out from within the city gate, charging toward the outer side of the city's east.
Fisher glanced at the snowfield outside. Their speed was very fast, moreover inherently the tavern wasn't far from the city gate, otherwise the three sisters also wouldn't have ran back to deliver news so quickly.
There you go, not going long Fisher already saw messy ruts on the snowfield outside that hadn't been covered over yet, seemingly precisely the matter occurring at this place.
Seeing this, Fisher leaped from the rear boot arriving at the position of the coachman at the front. Lowering his head to look, this woman had entirely actually already hugged her wine flask falling asleep.
"..."
Not falling to death this entire carriage of people was considered a ten thousand fortune.
Drinking alcohol don't drive, driving don't drink alcohol don't you know?
Helplessly Fisher snatched over the reins in her hand, driving the horse carriage following those ruts advancing all the way. He gently shook, the Fluid Sword within his sleeves instantly darting out,
"Go, stop their horse carriage."
Simultaneously, he gently broke off one of his own fingers. That finger instantly gently transformed into a tentacle growing wings wrapping around the Fluid Sword flying toward the distance.
Although Chaos was already annihilated, due to his possessing the [Nothingness] property, those authorities once devoured could still be simply utilized one or two.
"Whoosh!"
"Neigh!!"
That Fluid Sword fiercely flew toward the sky. Not waiting for a while, from the distant mountain forest the neighing of horses transmitted.
Hit.
Fisher gently whipped the horse whip hurrying toward there. Amidst the sky full of heavy snow, he very quickly already saw a group of people wearing heavy woolen sweaters currently touching the back of their heads within the snowfield extremely distressed.
"What to do about this?"
"Why did the horse suddenly die?"
"Didn't hear gunshots ah... ah, Boss! Someone's coming from behind!"
That person heading it was still wondering how to transport this carriage of liquor barrels away. Seeing Fisher driving the carriage coming from behind, thus thought they were passers-by, instantly raising the evil intent of robbing the horses,
"Hey hey hey, stop stop! Fucking stop singing, don't stop I'm shooting!"
That evildoer heading it opened her mouth simultaneously walking to the middle of the snowy road, raising the gun barrel towards Fisher.
This sound all at once sobered the squinting woman beside Fisher. She rubbed her eyes. Looking at that evildoer raising the gun, then raising her head looking toward the horse carriage stopped in the middle of the road not far away. The horse carriage possessed roughly seven or eight giant liquor barrels lying horizontally on the horse carriage, from within already faintly transmitting an alluring liquor fragrance.
She wiped the drool at the corner of her mouth, hurriedly straightening her body patting the wooden boards of the carriage compartment, loudly shouting,
"Sisters! We arrived! Her dad's, get down fuck her ass!"
"Wh... what are you doing?"
That bandit boss was slightly stunned, before realizing what happened, instantly abruptly seeing the two horse carriages before her eyes shaking.
She tilted her head, exactly seeing from the back of the horse carriage hopping down a good several tens of people.
No, Sister...
What's the situation, why did two carriages of people come down to fuck us?
"Don't move, otherwise I'll shoo..."
"Boom!"
Fisher's gaze chilled. The next second the gun barrel in the hands of the bandit before his eyes fiercely exploded, her face turned pale clutching her own hand kneeling painfully onto the ground,
"Fuck... quickly come help me! They are a lot of people!!"
"Boss!"
And behind, the several tens of women brandishing hoes and muskets had already charged down the carriage simultaneously drinking alcohol,
"Fuck her dad's! We charge!"
Even the coachman beside him gripping a wine flask also hopped off the carriage using the wine flask to smash the heads of the evildoers coming down from afar to check the situation, looking to the extent making Fisher unable to speak anymore.
An entire gang fight scene. Fisher raised his head to look, exactly seeing Eliog carrying a shovel already yelling and screaming charging onto the liquor barrel, holding the shovel in her hands as a flag, an appearance of "this place is already occupied",
"Sisters! Quickly come, I've already occupied the high ground aooo!!"
"Oh!!"
"Ooooh!!"
"Don't step on my face!"
"Go to your dad's!"
"Clang!"
Fisher gently leaped up, arriving atop the roof of Old Jack's horse carriage. Speechlessly glancing at that eagerly energetically playing Eliog, subsequently hurriedly inspecting the interior of the carriage.
It wasn't for whatever trivial Snake Flag Wine, rather for confirming Pakhz's situation.
Fortunately, inside the carriage Pakhz apart from being tied up with five flowers hadn't suffered any accidents. Previously hearing the commotion outside she even thought she met another gang of bandits anew, staging a dog eat dog scene. Seeing Fisher atop the carriage only then releasing a breath.
"Fisher!"
Fisher recalled the Fluid Sword. With a light hook he unbound the ropes upon her body,
"Are you alright?"
"Fine... fuck, got ambushed by this bunch of little brats... what's happening outside, why did so many people come all at once?"
Pakhz rubbed her own chubby face, drilling out from within the horse carriage. Taking a look outside, instantly got shocked by the extremely chaotic gang fight scene outside. Those who didn't know would even think from where popped out an underworld society, as a result looking closely everything held in their hands was hoes and shovels...
She glanced at the Fisher beside her. Fisher also helplessly spread his hands, explaining,
"They are all your shop's customers. Hearing you got robbed all came to rescue you..."
"Rescue me?"
Pakhz opened her mouth, turning her head towards the horse carriage, yet seeing already quite a few drunkards arriving by the side of the horse carriage. While Eliog rested her hands on her hips shouting towards the people below,
"Don't rush, I immediately open the liquor barrel releasing liquor, hold onto your liquor cups, everyone has a share!"
Hearing this, the women below still gripping "weapons" dug from within their sweaters, taking out the unreturned liquor cups from the tavern, waiting for Eliog to open the liquor barrel releasing alcohol. While some unlucky ones drinking into a daze lacking liquor cups, thus opened their mouths wide, using their oral cavities as vessels...
Yet Fisher smiled helplessly. Looking at the dumbfounded Pakhz beside him saying,
"Just treat it as they came for you."
"..."
While atop the wooden barrel, Eliog gently aimed the shovel toward the wooden barrel below. With a light smack, chiseling out a moderately sized hole, from within leaking out exactly like an endless stream of fine jade liquor,
"Oh oh, liquor came out!"
"Pfft!"
"It's Snake Flag Wine ah! Quickly come quickly come!"
Instantly, the liquor fragrance overflowed all around. Countless Sardin Woman's Country people who just battled a major fight vied to step forward fighting over it. One person caught a cup drinking heavily, subsequently walking to the back of the line queueing anew. Once finding themselves at the front the liquor within their cups was already completely drunk, exactly able to drink down another cup anew.
As for those evildoers, already knocked out bound up by these women, thrown into the snowfield by the side.
"Ahahaha! Refreshing aooo!"
Atop the carriage, the similarly holding a liquor cup Eliog similarly caught a brim-full cup of Snake Flag Wine. Placing it before her nose sniffing lightly, an appearance of joyous smile displayed on her face.
She only then aimed her red lips at the liquor cup, swallowing the spicy hot liquor within radiating some kind of peculiar fragrance into her belly, emitting an extremely comfortable sound.
"Is it that good?"
While Fisher already didn't know when sat beside her. He looked at Eliog after drinking heavily retaining some droplets of liquor remaining by the side of her lips, then raised a hand wiping it away for her.
That droplet of liquor jumped on his fingertips, he thereby perceived the mellow fragrance of that liquor. However, he still possessed doubt within his heart, hence asking,
"Stronger than other liquors... however even so, this kind of liquor toward you and me still shouldn't reach the degree of acting to get drunk right. Would even say, all liquor in the world towards Mythical Species is merely nothing but interesting desserts..."
"Therefore I say huh, drinking alcohol isn't merely for the sake of getting drunk, also isn't drinkable with just anybody."
Eliog anew eagerly stated like so with interest. She also simultaneously stretched down the liquor cup, letting the people below help her catch a cup anew. When that cup of liquor was caught and brought up, she looked at the shaking liquor within the cup, softly saying,
"Fisher, do you know how Snake Flag Wine came to be?"
"Does it have any origins?"
"Ha, of course it does..." Eliog hehe smiled, taking a sip of liquor, saying, "Several thousand years ago, before the Mythical War, within the Northern Border full of leaderless dragons after the Phoenix dissipated, disputes arose from all sides. Humans, demi-humans, those dependents of the Phoenix each fighting their own battles. You finish singing I step onto the stage, back and forth, losing losing winning winning for many years, only then forming the Northern Border with so many kingdoms nowadays...
"You know, I am an out-and-out Great Demon, moreover also once a fanatic lover of wars, naturally wouldn't not come here to experience the joy of struggles..."
She raised the liquor cup, looking toward the boundless white expanse of frost and snow before her eyes. In a trance, before her eyes exactly seemed to appear countless blazing flames, countless raised weapons of war as well as forest upon forest of flags swaying amidst the wind and snow...
"Amidst the existence of so many struggles, there was exactly such a careerist coveting the fruits of victory, thereby begging power from me, promising to offer up his everything, solely for the sake of being able to achieve success and fame winning the victory. Everything he had was actually not worth a single cent, but alas at that time I was very interested in provoking the struggles there, therefore agreed to him...
"That careerist acquiring my blessing therefore directed the edge of his sword toward the Six Tribes in the Northern Border, beating them suffering continuous defeats. At that time, his army in order to commemorate me exactly utilized my incarnation, a black snake as their flag. Their army thereby was also called the [Snake Flag Army]. Just now the drinking song these fellows sang was actually exactly the military song of the Snake Flag Army at that time...
"Because, among the blessings at that time one item was related to this... That careerist stated, his army within the world of ice and snow found it hard to march, requesting me to bestow his army the power of fearlessly facing the cold amidst the wind and snow... hence, I told him the brewing method of a kind of strong liquor, treating it as bestowing him an endless stream of materials, letting his army under the assistance of the strong liquor able to traverse the bitter cold.
"In the end, he succeeded. He indeed unified this stretch of land, becoming the supreme paramount king upon this stretch of land."
Fisher opened his mouth, somewhat astonishedly saying,
"I didn't expect there's still such history. But why, I essentially entirely never heard of his name before."
"Hey, the power I bestowed him wasn't whatsoever a good thing. The power utilized to victoriously emerge within struggles would solely perish amidst struggles... Just the second year after he unified the entire territory, he was poisoned to death by his son. From then onwards, his several children struggled against each other, mutually once again partitioning and opposing, within a hundred years entirely transforming into dust again... In such brief time, a Northern Border this chaotic, nothing being able to be left behind is not surprising at all."
Eliog chuckled, looking at the boundless white patch of snowscape before her eyes, softly saying,
"Do you know, one hundred and fifty miles north from here was exactly that careerist's once royal palace. But now, over there besides white snow and vegetation, nothing remained whatsoever, not even a single brick a single tile being able to be left. His name, his ambition, his achievements, also buried beneath the dirt along with his death...
"Identical to the power I bestowed him to go nowhere without success in struggles."
When saying these words, Eliog's voice was exceptionally clear, exactly like out of tune with the leading a befuddled life atmosphere at this moment, even the alcohol fume surrounding her body were dispelled quite a lot.
Fisher used his gaze to search her profound meaning, yet discovering she smiled, looking at the women below hugging liquor cups, drinking until flushed with shame absolutely fearless of the bitter cold, looking at the liquor still existing within their bosoms.
"However, the method of utilizing to brew liquor I taught him actually passed down... All fame and achievements, all struggles, all victories at this moment have already transformed into dust, solely this bunch of fellows drinking alcohol never getting enough still exists aooo..."
Eliog paused for a moment, her expression also turning exceptionally serious.
She slowly raised her cup, the entirety of the tipsy drunkards below yet also exactly exactly like receiving her calling identically identically raised their liquor cups towards her...
She smilingly looked downward, her words however spoken to Fisher,
"I am saying, Fisher... this world, especially dealing with an existence like us who live lengthily, lots of matters are actually completely meaningless. Towards truly meaningful, valuable things there is solely one: Go do what you want to do within your heart right now..."
Eliog turned her head, aiming the liquor cup towards Fisher, seemingly inviting him to drink together...
She hehe smiled, sunny and open yet not lacking laziness, saying to the Fisher who was solemn the entire night tonight,
"Don't be so serious alright... Since ancient times sages and saints are all lonely, solely the drinkers leave behind their names. Drinking this cup down, you perhaps will know what you currently want to do, also perhaps, holding meaning unlost straight through the lengthy time of the future..."
Fisher looked at the cup Eliog handed over, ultimately his corners of the mouth also unable to help but curl up,
"Do you know what I want to do right now?"
"What aooo?"
He received the liquor cup, downing the liquor within entirely in one gulp, yet didn't immediately swallow it.
The next second, he conversely amidst Eliog's slightly widening eyes hugged her in one mouthful, kissing her lips radiating scorching hot air...
"Splash..."
The snow of the Northern Border's winter seemed exactly like it would never stop, turning just like the pages of history's books, thoroughly burying the king marquises generals prime ministers capable and virtuous alike entirely upon this stretch of land.
Solely at this moment, a group of drunkards drinking unrestrainedly appeared that passionate amidst the snowfield...
Oh no, identically passionate, there's also that flustered and exasperated liquor boss Pakhz.
"Hey, that whoever, where are you going?!"
"Don't vomit on my horse carriage?! Hey, hear me or not?!"
"No, nobody leave ah! Pay money ah!!"
"His dad's, you have a captain yet still over there kissing another woman right? Even his dad's is on my horse carriage?!"
"Don't her dad's drink anymore!!"
(End of Chapter)