MTL - Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship-Chapter 440 The life of a great poet is also life.

Chapter 440: The life of a great poet is also life.

The poet of great love looked back at Antanas and Sinora.

 He is considering whether to seek foreign aid.

Logically speaking, these two eighth-level demons should be able to drink a lot more than humans.

But if they get drunk, there is no way they can stop these two sisters from acting like drunks.

If the last Tyrant Priest faints from drinking, he will not be able to exchange identities with Pranai. He must maintain a certain level of consciousness.

Of the two remaining people, either he drank or Hyperion drank.

 “How is your drinking capacity, Hyperion?”

The poet of great love asked.

 “I haven’t tried it much, it should be neither good nor bad.”

Hyperion replied uncertainly.

Hear the words.

 The poet of great love looked troubled.

"Well…"

Looking at the rare expression on the beloved poet's face, Hyperion realized hesitantly that Lan Qi never drank in his memory.

  Earlier at the Sanctuary Villain Dinner, Lan Qi saw a very low-alcohol white grape liqueur. When Frei asked him to drink it, he smiled and shook his head.

 Could it be said that Lanqi himself is too drunk? Is he afraid of drinking?

 Probably not.

Hyperion found it hard to imagine Lan Qi drunk.

But no matter what, Lan Qi must not be allowed to eat alcohol by mistake in the future.

 “Why don’t you let me come.”

Hyperion came closer and asked. She felt that Lan Qi really didn't want to drink. This was also the first time she saw Lan Qi doing something that he was not very good at.

 While the two men hesitated, Warden Daria sighed.

“Perhaps I should prepare some juice next time? I feel like that would be more suitable for you two delicate little princesses?”

Warden Daria raised his eyebrows contemptuously, with no trace of sarcasm in his tone.

Even a coward who doesn’t even dare to drink alcohol will die soon if he leaves the safe zone and enters the upside-down Path to Rebirth barrier.

 “I’ll just come.”

The poet of great love shook his head at Hyperion, took a step forward, and took the wine glass.

He stared at the wine in the glass, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his head and drank it down.

First, the lips and tongue are stimulated by the strong alcohol taste, like a liquid flame sliding across the mouth. This stimulation quickly spreads from the tip of the tongue to the throat, accompanied by a burning sensation, as if the throat is wrapped by an invisible heat wave, and as the wine liquid Sliding down, the burning sensation travels along the esophagus to the stomach, and a thermal energy source is slowly released.

 At this time, the inside of the body begins to feel the influence of the strong drink, and the heat begins to radiate from the stomach and gradually spreads to the limbs.

 Soon, the poet's body began to reject the extremely terrible strong drink, which was not limited to nausea, headache, dizziness and other symptoms.

However, the chaotic state cannot affect his body.

He took a deep breath and put the empty wine glass on the table without changing his expression, making a crisp sound.

 The warden of Daria on the other side was stunned.

 Are you really not afraid of pain if you drink it like this?

 Are you a master?

"well…"

Warden Daria said in a daze,

“It seems that you are an opponent worthy of my all-out efforts.”

 Her smile suddenly became more cheerful and open, and the corners of her mouth raised could not hide her excitement.

 The warden's desk in the main hall seemed to have turned into a bar, dotted with pale golden lights around it.

Daria Warden's movements were smooth but quick. The wine glass passed across the table, and he poured a glass of wine into his own wine glass. He drank the wine in one gulp like the great love poet did just now.

Immediately, she endured the pain and pleasure, her eyes flashed with provocation, staring at the poet of great love, as if to say: Follow me.

The Great Love Poet picked up the wine bottle, poured a full glass, raised the glass and drank easily, while looking at Warden Daria with his green eyes motionlessly.

There was no competitiveness in his eyes, and he drank the wine as if he were drinking tea.

　　　…”

Daria's hands were trembling a little. She had never seen anyone dare to drink with her like this.    Make it seem like she is drinking and the other person is drinking tea.

 I can’t bear it anymore, I can’t lose today!

 She was excited with anger and excited at the same time!

As time went by, the drunken Warden Daria made the atmosphere more and more lively, and gradually began to show his slight drunkenness. His words became more straightforward and bold, and he even deliberately made some exaggerated remarks while drinking a glass of wine. Expression, trying to anger the opponent.

“It seems like you can persist, but this is just the beginning.”

 After each round of drinking, Warden Daria's face gradually turned red, but her eyes were still passionate and her smile was bright.

 It goes on like this.

Until finally, the hand of the great poet held the wine glass, but he could not lift it up.

 “Oh? Can’t you do this?”

 The warden of Daria gasped and asked the poet of great love.

 “Miriam, help me.”

The poet of great love just said to Hyperion in a hoarse voice.

"I'm coming."

However.

What Hyperion didn't expect was that when she grabbed the wine glass in the hand of the great love poet, the great love poet still had no intention of giving up his seat.

Hyperion’s pupils shrank sharply.

If she guessed correctly, the poet's mouth was slightly open, and the look in his eyes meant that he was asking Hyperion to help feed the wine, and he directly picked up the cup and poured it into her mouth.

 Because the beloved poet’s arms no longer have the strength to lift the wine glass.

"this…"

Hyperion's head was already buzzing.

 “Are you conscious and do you really want to do this?”

 She was a little helpless.

She actually couldn't tell now whether Lan Qi was trying to protect her or whether he really had a grudge against Lan Fu.

Kelanqi’s gentle eyes as always seemed to be telling her persistently——

You just have to believe me and I won't make you suffer if I promise to help you.

Hyperion was moved to tears, wiped her tears with her sleeve, gritted her teeth and picked up the wine glass.

　　What Lanci says is possible, then it must be possible.

 So.

In the shocked eyes of Warden Daria, she saw Hyperion holding the back of the black-haired and green-eyed girl's head with one hand as if he was abusing the black-haired and green-eyed girl, and pouring the wine into the black-haired and green-eyed girl. Pour it in your mouth.

  Great love for the poet's rear.

“I was a little worried that Wang would look calm and collected later, but when I patted her on the shoulder, I found that she had already passed away.”

Antanas whispered to Sinora.

“Don’t say such things. How could our king lose to just a drink?”

 Sinora warned Antanas with some dissatisfaction.

"But can you withstand the strong drink?"

Antanas moved closer to Sinora and asked.

　　…I guess I fell down a minute ago.”

Sinola had to admit that Wang was really crazy when he drank. It was as if he didn't regard his own life as his own life. As long as he couldn't die from drinking, he would drink it to death.

 In this state, even the warden of Daria opposite was stunned.

I am not an alcoholic at all, but you, my friend, are the real alcoholic!

There’s one more chapter, I’ll finish it before half past nine.

 (End of this chapter)