Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 805 Wine Vessel
Alexander continued: "Aerobic organisms can become larger and faster, but the price is just that they can easily suffocate themselves."

"So, as long as someone drinks this thing, there is no way to leave it?"

"Poor Romans." He sighed. "There are many people who have never drunk ambrosia at all, but have already transformed themselves into a state that requires ambrosia to survive. If I hadn't guessed If it’s wrong, Victoria can’t leave the phlogiston environment in the submarine now, right?”

"Indeed." Shangluo nodded, "You can know this even through casual investigation."

"If you love her too, give her ambrosia to drink, and she will instantly recover and gain the same immortality as you. Furthermore, you can be like Zeus and control with the power of allocating ambrosia Gods. If she is willing to be your Queen Hera, you can also expand some additional uses for Ambrosia - for example, Queen Hera can be luxurious enough to use Ambrosia as a skin care product."

"I said, I" Shangluo wanted to "correct" him, but then he asked, "Do you think that this way I will never play the gambling table anyway?"

"You really should finish this bet with me." Alexander replied, "No matter what, we should end it here today. Rome has begun the end of its life. The lighthouse cannot save Rome, and neither can the stone heart. Only The God King can save all of this. Either you or me, one of us has to stand up."

"Don't impose your own wishes on me. Even if I get the throne of Thebes and fuse it, it's my own business whether I want to use it to save Rome. Are you really afraid that I will abandon you? Are you really afraid that I will leave the gambling table?"

"Trust me, there's a real chance you'll pull away."

"That's interesting. It's not poisonous, and it's good for my human body. Why do you think I want to withdraw?"

"Let's forget it." Alexander himself felt that this method was too barbaric. "Is there any way to drink Cathay?"

[His statement is a bit strange. He knows clearly that retreating after going to the table means admitting defeat, but he still wants to instill in you the expectation that "the power of the world is in your hands", for fear that you will give up. What exactly is he trying to do? He can't be trying to encourage you to win, right? 】

He looked at Alexander: "Well, let's get started. How do we drink?"

"I didn't even understand why I had to admit defeat - but what he said does make sense. Even if it is for the throne, I have to go to the table. Alexander will not take out this bet a second time. Now, it is The closest I’ve ever been to any of this.”

【Absolutely impossible. Alexander is a power beast and he will challenge you with the throne at stake, literally for the throne itself. It is absolutely impossible for him to want to give up the throne to you. He is not so kind and has no motive at all. He wants to win, but he is also afraid that you will give up easily after getting on the table, so why is that?】

"Um, are you sure you want to drink like this?"

"You will know when it starts. But let me remind you, if you retreat after it starts, you will lose."

"There are some interesting ways to drink - I once saw on the tree the way the Vikings competed in drinking. They would place the wine barrel between two people, with a barrel full of wine in it. Then they would use it from The two symmetrical horns of the same cow are used to drink, and they compete to see who can drink the most. When using a horn cup to scoop wine, the horn cup must be completely immersed in the wine barrel. It is said that they have to recite vulgar words while fighting. The poetry of words.”

"Is this possible?"

"There are many, such as Feihua Ling."

"Feihua Ling? What is that?"

"It's just reading poetry while drinking. For example, if I say a poem, the first word should be decorated with flowers, such as 'A pot of wine among flowers, drinking alone without a blind date'; you should use flowers with the second word, such as' Looking at the flowers in the front and back mirrors, they look like each other. Do you want to play? "Do you think I can play?"

[He can't play. Based on the principle of information isolation between Cathay and Rome, he had no access to these poems at all. 】

"I have to thank Apollonia for finding a reason for me, otherwise I would almost be regarded as an uneducated person." Alexander shook his head and said, "But this kind of game seems to be based on elegance, not drinking. And. If we are just drinking today, and today we are drinking because of the Roman Empire, why not just use the traditional and simple way of the Romans."

"How to say?"

"One cup for me, one cup for you. One cup for me, one cup for you. Nothing could be more simple than that."

"I never thought the Romans could be so simple."

“The Romans have always felt that simplicity is their tradition, and luxury is the style of the Greeks – so the Romans like to hire tutors from Sparta, and they occasionally feel that their traditions are close to the Spartans. "

"So, who goes first?"

"I'll go first." Alexander picked up the jasper horn cup and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He held the horn cup close to the glass of the window, and the horn cup was reflected in the glass window. He poured some ambrosia into his hand - then reached into the "curtain" of the glass and pulled out an identical cup.

"The two cups are exactly the same." He held up the two cups and signaled to Shangluo, "Which one do you want? Don't worry, although it was a little trick. But I swear in the name of the Great Styx, this cup will never affect The result. Apollonia can prove it.”

[It’s not a big problem. Even Zeus's oath is bound by the Great Styx. 】

"Then let's take the new one." Shangluo reached out and took the mirror cup. The size of this cup is exactly the same as before, but the pattern has become symmetrical.

"Then, to show sincerity, I'll have the first drink first." Alexander stretched out his hand and motioned for Ptolemy to pour him wine. The bright red ambrosia was poured out of the vase until it overflowed and spilled onto Alexander's hands.

Raising his head, he drank all the Ambrosia in the cup without leaving a single sip.

"Ha" he showed a hint of pain and looked at Shangluo: "It's your turn."

"Is this painful? Or are you a little tipsy from just one mouthful?"

"You'll know when you take a big sip like me."

"?" Shangluo also took a glass from Ptolemy, and drank it in one gulp - it still had the same taste, with the pleasant aroma of grass, and the taste was quite good, not even a little tipsy. Just a little bit.
"Huh??? Why is my stomach so full?" What he felt was not drunkenness, but a sense of fullness. He felt that his stomach was bloating, showing the same slight pain as Alexander.

"Hiccup~" Alexander burped, "This is the Immortal Food and Secret Wine. This thing is more like food than wine. Even the gods will be full after just one drink, and they cannot drink more, otherwise It's going to be so hard. Do you want to keep trying? Jie Jie Jie, don't push yourself to death. This thing is easy to eat, but it's not that easy to digest. "

(End of this chapter)