Summoning the Holy Sword

The appearance of Butler quickly became the subject of much attention. Even the president of the association, Thorne, walked into the hall and spoke on behalf of the mercenary association. His eyes were frequently looking towards Butler. Obviously, this appearance of Butler The excitement was too great for the mercenaries. Fortunately, although many people are puzzled in their hearts, but they also know the meaning of the Winter Festival, so they have not behaved too badly.

As Rhodes imagined, at the Winter Ritual, Thorn first judged everything the Mercenian mercenaries had done in the past year on behalf of the Mercenary Association. At this time, everyone should have been happy, but due to the riots in the south, this winter festival was a little more serious. The two major mercenary guilds in the south were disbanded, and even the members of the mercenary regiment who had participated in the south ** were mostly arrested and executed. . Tohn apparently has also received the royal family's advice, demanding that the mercenary regiments and guilds take care of their men.

Regarding Rhode's identity, Tohn did not mention it at the ceremony. Instead, he announced the integration of the southern mercenary forces. In the announcement, Rhode's Starlight Guild did not obtain the mercenary forces of the south. The jurisdiction of the southern mercenaries was managed by the Purple Lily and the Cole Eagle instead of the original Sky Sword and Freedom Wing. Although it wasn't stated on the surface, everyone understood that this must be a deal between Rhodes and the Mercenary Association. But now that a decision has been made, there is nothing they can do, even if they are dissatisfied with it-Rhodes is not annoying.

After a short cut, the banquet officially entered the rhythm of eating, drinking, and fun. The mercenaries did not have as much idleness as the aristocracy. They danced with their female partners in the luxurious and beautiful hall. While listening to the band, they had a nonsense chat with the nobles around them. Such a boring thing. Will do it. For them, having good wine and good meat is the right way, and the rest are just things that pass the time.

Soon, the somewhat indifferent banquet hall, which was originally due to the speech of the association president, gradually became lively. Many people raised their glasses and cheered loudly while chatting and drinking. The atmosphere inside the banquet hall was quite noisy for a while. Various sounds filled the people's ears. If they didn't raise their voices, they would not even be able to hear exactly what others were saying.

It's just that in the upper part of the banquet hall, the noise is still much weakened. Although there are only three people sitting there, it is very quiet. Even those mercenaries who hold up their wine glasses and drink wine will instinctively lower their voices when they come here, and because of this, the voices here are not so noisy and noisy.

Victor leaned on the chair, playing with his wine glass, squinting and staring at the banquet hall in front of him, but he was not enjoying the banquet in front of him, but thinking about how to accept and take over the mess left by Tian Jian. Unlike Battle, Victor has always maintained a fairly politically sensitive surname. From the royal intervention, he can feel that the Principality of Moon is likely to take this opportunity to change the tradition of the Mercenary Association within the Principality of Moon. And if you can indulge properly, then Cole's Eagle is likely to be not only temporary, but always hold the management power of these mercenary forces. If this is the case, then he must make some achievements to win the affirmation of the royal family of Moun and Grand Duke Lydia. In that case, maybe he can be honored and rewarded by the royal family like Rhodes ......... Thinking of this, Victor couldn't help turning his head and looking at himself. And just then, Battle's voice sounded.

"Come on, boy, have another drink!"

After the banquet began, Bartel's expression quickly returned to normal. Looking at him with such a happy smile, it seemed as if he had completely forgotten the humiliation he suffered. However, as his old friend, Victor is very clear that Bartle is obviously not willing to admit defeat. From his current practice, it can be seen that it is obvious that this old friend intends to retrieve it from another battlefield. face.

"Come on, boy, go on, hahaha, how about this? This wine is good."

Bartle laughed, picked up the jug at hand, and filled Rod's glass with wine. On the surface, he is really a man, admitting to losing. Since it was said that the loser had to wear a women's clothing to pour wine to the winner, it is not surprising that Bartel did such a thing.

But ... it depends on the moderation.

The wine glasses used in mercenary banquets are not the small crystal glasses often used by nobles. Even strictly speaking, it is not a drink at all, but wine tasting. However, the mercenaries were obviously not interested in the little and not addictive way. The wine glasses placed at the winter festival banquet were almost the size of a fist, made of rough wood, and surrounded by a layer of iron Wrapped wood wine glasses. The mercenaries' favorite is to pour a glass of wine, then raise their heads and drink it, which seems to them the most comfortable and most manly way.

It's just that even a mercenary who drinks booze, in this case, being able to drink more than ten cups is already the limit.

"Aha……………"

Victor watched Bartel show a "hearty and enthusiastic" smile, and once again took the jug at hand to fill Rod, and shook his head helplessly. Of course, he knew what his old friend was thinking. Bartle's alcohol was unmatched among the mercenaries. He could even drink three large barrels of spirits without changing his face. Even the brave deeds of overwhelming all mercenaries at the Winter Festival have been created. It was almost a nightmare. In the entire banquet hall, almost all the mercenaries were incapable of getting up, but Bartel was still sitting in his seat without laughing and laughing. And that is, after that time, all mercenaries know who to fight for and not to find this monster—because it is not blood but alcohol in his veins!

It now appears that Bartel is clearly planning to overthrow Rhodes, and let him make a big ugly in the eyes, so that he will be psychologically balanced. But ......... Thinking of this, Vic took a glance at the empty wine barrel beside them, and twitched the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

Is it so simple?

Rhodes did not respond to Bartle's persuasion. He remained as expressionless as ever, and drank the wine poured by Bartle without stagnation.

"it is good!"

Seeing Rhodes' motion, Bartel smiled and gave him a thumbs up, then filled his glass with wine, and then picked up the glass and raised his neck to drink. Then he grinned and showed Rhodes his empty glass. Then he held up the jug next to him and continued to fill Rhodes' glass.

As time passed by one minute and one second, the originally noisy banquet hall gradually became quiet, and those mercenaries who had been drinking and eating meat were now attracted by the "competition" between Rhodes and Butler above. I saw four empty wine barrels lying on the ground beside the two, but the two still had a glass of you and a glass of glass, without listening. At this time, many mercenaries already knew why Bartle came to the banquet hall wearing such a strange and abnormal clothes, but they were surprised to see the scene in front of them.

Bartle's alcohol is well known, and that's why, in the eyes of the mercenaries, Rhodes's fall is only a matter of time. Among these people, there are many people who are dissatisfied with Rhodes and plan to watch his jokes. To the mercenaries, the nobles were mother-in-law, delicate and slender. And Rhodes's appearance is even lighter. If he had not shown the strength beyond everyone's imagination at the Midsummer Festival, I am afraid that just looking at Rhodes now, no one could imagine that he would be a master swordsman.

The mercenaries had been waiting to see Rhodes being toppled to the ground, shaking his legs with his legs and soft body sliding down from the chair in a funny gesture, so that they could at least use it to laugh at Rhodes. But with the passage of time every minute and second, the night became deeper and darker, and the performance of the mercenaries also changed unprecedentedly. They stared at the scene in front of them in astonishment and couldn't believe their eyes. Even Victor turned sideways in amazement, looking curiously and carefully at the two around him.

Right now, there are seven or eight empty kegs beside Rhodes and Butler, but the two sides don't seem to stop. However, everyone has seen that even Bartle was flushed at this time, and even his tongue started to turn a bit when talking. What about Rhodes?

"One more time ... one more time, boy ... you can do it ..."

Watching Bartle slam a glass full of wine in front of himself, Rhode's expression did not change, he picked up the wine glass, and then raised the glass to drink. Even under the watchful eye of everyone, Rhodes' movement was still very stable, showing no signs of trembling and soft hands. And after drinking, Rhodes put the wine glass aside gently—but his face was still white, not even a little flushed.

Is this young man so perverted? !! !!

Seeing this scene in front of me, many mercenaries were secretly secretive. We must know that the wine used in the winter festival is not the inferior products in the tavern, but the good spirits. Although this wine is delicious, it has a lot of stamina. In the case of them, I am afraid that even if the two barrels go down, Tiannan Haibei wo n’t even remember his first name. But now these two people have been drinking nearly ten barrels --- the Holy Spirit is on, so much wine, I am afraid that they will also kill them!

"it is good…………!!"

Looking at Rod's wine glass on the table, Butler's tongue has already turned, he shook his head, then stood up, gave Rhodes a thumbs up, and then saw Bartle pick up his own wine glass, and then He drank it, then he smiled at Rhodes, and then Butler bent down again, and planned to pick up the barrel to pour wine-but at this time, he saw a sudden softness under Butler's feet, and then saw He slammed his head on the table, and the dull sound made everyone startled, but soon, when they looked up again, they saw that Butler had closed his eyes tightly, and fell asleep and fell asleep. In the deep dream ... For everyone, this scene is really funny, a strong man in a tight, pink dress and white stockings, with a lace tiara for girls on his head, just This one was planted on the table, the old man with his tongue sticking out, his two stout legs half-knelt on the ground, and the body was full of wine and sweat stains. It looked like how embarrassed and how embarrassed. But now no one laughed at Butler's wolverines, but for the first time they saw that this man would be overwhelmed ... So, what about Rhodes?

Under everyone's attention, Rhode glanced at the Butler next to him, but he did not fall down like "others". On the contrary, Rhodes stood up in the eyes of everyone, and he even had time and mood to sort out his clothes and make them smooth again. Then Rhode nodded at Victor next to him.

"Mr. Victor, Mr. Buttle will trouble you for your care."

After saying this, Rhode never looked at the other person's expression again. Instead, he just left his seat like that. Then they walked out of the banquet hall under the eyes of everyone. It wasn't until Rhode's figure completely disappeared into the passage, as if the mercenaries who had been immobilized did not return. They looked at each other and saw each other's incredible expression in each other's eyes. Because they could all see it, Rhode's performance was very normal. His expression was as usual, and his complexion remained unchanged. And his movements were as usual, and he didn't even notice being drunk. But ... how is this possible?

The heavy doors were closed shut, isolating the noise in the banquet hall behind. The hallway was very quiet. At this moment, most people still enjoyed the banquet at the Winter Festival, and Rhode left the banquet hall directly and walked into the hallway in the atrium. Until then, he waved backhand. However, immediately after the white light flashed, Celia quickly appeared next to Rhodes.

"Master, what ...?"

Before Celia had finished speaking, her brow frowned.

"Master, are you .........?"

"Ah ......... Celia, please send me back, I'm afraid I can't move a little ..."

Rhode said, waved to Celia, then turned and walked to the side. Celia's eyes were swift, and she grabbed Rod's arm.

"Master, there are railings! Have you drunk?"

"There is a guy who wants to see my joke, how could I possibly ............... wow ............ !!!"

After that, Celia managed to send Rod back to the room. Fortunately, she didn't meet anyone along the way. Rhode also returned to the room without any interruption. But at this time, Rhodes could not bear it anymore. He wasn't a drinker at first. Even if he used to drink, he just drank something like wine or red wine. But this time, in the face of Battle's provocation, Rhodes didn't choose to escape. Of course, he knew that there were many people who wanted to read their jokes, so he couldn't make them look like --- Fortunately, although Rhodes didn't know what his surname was now, his physical value was very high. This is enough to ensure that Rhodes can be invincible in the process of fighting with Battle. For now, Rod's high physique is a surname, and even ordinary poisons can't effectively harm him, let alone just a multitude of spirits.

But everything has a limit.

Even with pure water, drinking ten large barrels would be life-threatening. In fact, when Bartle couldn't hold it, Rhodes could not find that he had reached the limit. He was even ready to "share everything" with the other party, but fortunately, Butler's tolerance was obviously worse, and Rhode finally laughed to the end-it was only fifty steps and a hundred steps.

"Master, please wait ..."

Holding the drowsy Rhode to the bed, Celia sighed. As a summoning spirit, she never expected to encounter such a thing. Originally, Celia thought that Rhodes summoned herself this time, as before, and wanted to talk to her about everything that happened in the Holy Spirit Monastery, but now Celia was not willing to talk about it, at least until So far, she hasn't even managed her own mood. I didn't expect that ... would encounter such a thing.

"Master, please take care of yourself. Drinking too much alcohol is not good for your body. My holy art can relieve your pain, but it can't help you sober ........." On the one hand, Celia stretched out her right hand At this time, Rhodes suddenly turned and fell forward. The war angel girl was unresponsive, so she was pushed forward in succession ... "" ... "

There was silence in the room, and Celia opened her eyes in panic, staring at Rhodes lying on her body, completely unaware of what to say. It wasn't until a moment later that the War Angel Girl coughed awkwardly, reaching out to push Rod away. But just as Celia stretched out her right hand, Rhodes suddenly opened her eyes and then grabbed Celia's hand.

"Master, master?"

This sudden scene surprised Celia a little. She stared blankly at Rhodes's dark eyes, but had no idea what to say. However, she hadn't had time to say anything more, and when Rhoded dropped her head like this, she kissed Celia's lips.

".........!"

The war angel girl opened her eyes in surprise and faced this sudden attack, her brain was completely blank, the strong wine taste and Rod's unique breath came from her mouth, and even Celia felt a little dizzy. But Rhode's movement was not limited to this. He reached out and stroked the body of the War Angel Girl gently, then pressed his palm on Celia's chest armor.

"......... wow !!!"

Feeling Rhode's touch through the armor, Celia shook her body even more. At the same time, Rhode looked up, and he blinked. He was confused and lost focus. A few traces of clarity seemed to be restored in his eyes.

"What ... is Celia ... I said ... how can Latina be tough ..."

After saying this vaguely, Rod closed his eyes and fell into deep sleep.

Only the war angel girl looked at him blankly, almost flushed almost bleeding ...

(To be continued)