Bater's outfit naturally soon became the target of attention. Even the association president Ton walked into the hall and looked in Bater's direction when he spoke on behalf of the Mercenary Association. Obviously, Bater's appearance was too exciting for the mercenaries. Fortunately, although many people were confused, they still knew the significance of the winter festival, so they did not show too much fault.

As Rhode imagined, at the winter festival, Ton first judged everything the mercenaries in Mun Duke in the past year on behalf of the mercenary association. Originally, everyone should have been happy at this time, but due to the riots in the south, the winter festival had a little more serious atmosphere. The two major mercenary guilds in the south were disbanded, and even the members of the mercenary group who had participated in the southern riots were arrested and executed. Therefore, the mercenary leader who represented the south to participate in the festival this time were worried. Ton obviously had received the instructor of the royal family and strictly required the major mercenary groups and guilds to take good care of their subordinates.

Regarding Rhode's identity, Ton did not mention it at the ritual. On the contrary, he announced the subsequent integration of the southern mercenary forces. In the announcement, Rhode's Starlight Guild did not gain jurisdiction over the southern mercenary forces, but instead temporarily managed the original Sky Sword and Wings of Freedom for the mercenary forces in the south. Although it was not stated clearly on the surface, everyone also understood that this must be a transaction between Rhode and the Mercenary Association. However, since the decision has been made, even if they are still dissatisfied with it, there is no way - Rhode is not easy to mess with.

After a brief exegesis, the banquet officially entered the rhythm of eating, drinking and having fun. The mercenaries did not have as much leisure as the nobles. They danced with their female companions in the luxurious and beautiful hall, listening to the band playing while chatting with the nobles around them. The mercenaries would not do such boring things. For them, it is the right way to have good wine and meat. The rest are just toys to fight for time.

Soon, the banquet hall, which was originally somewhat deserted because of the words of the president of the association, gradually became lively. Many people raised their wine glasses, cheered loudly while chatting and drinking. The atmosphere in the entire banquet venue seemed quite noisy for a moment, and various voices filled people's ears. If they did not raise their voices, they would not even be able to hear clearly what others were saying.

However, in the upper part of the banquet hall, the noise was still much weaker. Although there were only three people sitting there, it seemed very quiet. Even the mercenaries who raised their wine glasses and drank wine instinctively lowered their voices when they walked here. Because of this, the sound here was not so noisy.

Victor leaned on the chair, playing with the wine glass in his hand. He squinted his eyes and stared at the banquet hall in front of him. However, he was not enjoying the banquet in front of him, but considering how to accept and take over the mess left by the Tianjian. Unlike Bartel, Victor has always maintained considerable political sensitivity. From the royal intervening, he could feel that the Duchy of Moon is likely to take this opportunity to change the tradition of the mercenary association within the Duchy of Moon, and if he could manipulate it properly, then the Eagle of Cole is likely not only temporarily, but always holds the management of these mercenary forces. If this is the case, then he must make some achievements to win the recognition of the royal family and Grand Duke Lydia. In that case, maybe he can also be rewarded and commended by the royal family like Rhodes...

Thinking of this, Victor couldn't help but turn his head and look at him. At this moment, Bartel's voice sounded.

"Come on, boy. Have another drink!"

After the banquet began, Bartel's expression quickly returned to normal. Seeing him smiling so happily, he seemed to have completely forgotten the humiliation he was suffering at the moment. However, as his old friend, Victor was very clear that Bartel was obviously not willing to give up. It can be seen from his current actions that it is obvious that his old friend was planning to regain his face from another battlefield.

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

While laughing, Bartel picked up the wine pot at hand and poured Rhode's wine glass. On the surface, he was really a man and accepted the loss. Since he said that the loser would wear women's clothes to pour wine for the winner, it was not surprising that Bartel did such a thing.

But...that depends on whether it is appropriate.

The wine glasses used in the banquet venues of mercenaries are not the small crystal glasses that the nobles often use. Strictly speaking, they are not drinking at all, but tasting wine. However, the mercenaries are obviously not interested in the way that they are less and not satisfied with. The wine glasses placed at the winter festival banquet are almost the size of fists, made of thick wood, and are wrapped in a layer of iron hoops. The mercenaries love the most is to pour the wine glasses, then raise their heads and drink them all. This is the most comfortable and manly way for them to look.

But even if you drink a lot of money, it is the limit to being able to drink more than ten cups under such circumstances.

“Haah………………”

Victor looked at Bater showing a "simple and enthusiastic" smile, and once again picked up the wine pot at hand and filled Rhode with all his head, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly. Of course, he knew what his old friend was thinking. Bater's alcohol tolerance was unmatched among the mercenaries. He could even drink three large buckets of strong wine and remained calm. He even created the brave deeds of mercenaries alone in the winter festival. It could almost be regarded as a nightmare. In the entire banquet hall, almost all the mercenaries were unable to get up, but Bater still sat in his seat without changing his face and laughing. And after that, all the mercenaries knew that no matter who they were fighting for wine, they should not find this monster - because what flowed in his blood vessels was not blood but alcohol!

Now it seems that Bartel obviously intends to overturn Rhodes and make him look ugly in public, so that he can balance himself mentally. However……… Thinking of this, Victor looked at the empty wine barrels beside the two of them and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Is it that simple?

Rhodes did not respond to Bartel's urge to drink. He was still expressionless as always, and he drank all the wine Bartel poured without any stagnation.

"good!"

Seeing Rhode's movements, Bartel smiled and gave him a thumbs up, then poured his glass full of wine, then picked up the wine glass, raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp. Then he smiled and showed Rhode's empty wine glass, then lifted the wine pot next to him with one hand and continued to fill Rhode's glass.

As time passed by minute by minute, the originally noisy banquet hall gradually became quiet. The mercenaries who were drinking and eating meat were now attracted by the "competition" between Rhodes and Bartel above. They saw that four empty barrels were already slumped to the ground next to them, but they still had one cup after another. They didn't look like they could hear it at all. At this time, many mercenaries had already known why Bartel came to the banquet hall in such a strange and perverted clothes, but they still amazed at the scene in front of them.

Bartel's alcohol tolerance is well known, and because of this, in the eyes of the mercenaries, Rhode's fall was only a matter of time. Among these people, there are many people who are dissatisfied with Rhode and intend to laugh at him. In the eyes of the mercenaries, the nobles are all mothers and mothers, delicate and delicate guys. Rhode's appearance is even more despised. If he hadn't shown the strength that everyone imagined in the Midsummer Festival, I'm afraid that just looking at Rhode's current appearance, no one could have imagined that he would be a master of swordsmanship.

The mercenaries were waiting to see Rhode being overturned to the ground, trembling with his legs and his body slipping down from the chair, so that they had at least a handle to mock Rhode. But as time passed by, the night became deeper and deeper. The mercenaries' performance also changed unprecedentedly. They looked at the scene in front of them in surprise, unable to believe their eyes at all. Even Victor turned sideways in surprise, and looked at the two people beside him curiously and carefully.

There are already seven or eight empty wine barrels around Rhodes and Bartel, but both sides seem to have no intention of stopping. However, everyone has seen that even Bartel's face turned red at this time, and even his tongue began to turn a little while talking. So, what about Rhodes?

"Another drink...boy...you can do it..."

Looking at Bartel slamming a full glass of wine in front of him with a "bang" sound, Rhode's expression did not change at all. He picked up the glass and then raised it to drink. Even under the gaze of everyone, Rhode's movements were still very steady, with no signs of trembling or softness. After drinking, Rhode gently placed the glass beside him-but his face was still white, and there was not even a hint of blush.

Is this young man so perverted?!!

Seeing this scene in front of him, many mercenaries secretly complained in their hearts. You should know that the wine used in the winter festival is not the inferior products mixed with water in the tavern, but the best spirits. Although this wine is delicious, it has a great potential. If it were them, they would probably not even remember anyone's name after two barrels. But now these two people have drunk nearly ten barrels of holy soul. The Holy Soul is on top. So much wine, I'm afraid they will be able to hold them to death!

"good…………!!"

Looking at the wine glass on the table, Batel's tongue had already turned. He shook his head, then stood up and gave Rhode a thumb. Then Batel picked up the wine glass at his hand, then drank it all. Then he chuckled at Rode, and then Batel bent down again, intending to pick up the barrel to pour wine. But at this moment, Batel suddenly softened his feet, and then he hit the table with a "bang" head, which scared everyone. But soon, when they looked up again, they saw Batel's eyes closed, and fell asleep and fell into a deep dream.........

For everyone, the scene in front of them was really funny. A strong man wearing a tight-fitting pink dress and white stockings and a girl's lace headdress fell on the table, his tongue stretched out. His two thick legs were half kneeling on the ground, and his body was covered with smell of wine and sweat stains. It looked so embarrassing. But now no one laughed at Bartel's embarrassing. It was the first time they saw this man being overturned... So, what about Rhodes?

Under everyone's gaze, Rod looked at Bartel beside him, but he did not fall down as "bang" as others imagined. On the contrary, facing the eyes of everyone, Rod stood up. He even had the time and mood to sort out his clothes and make them smooth again. Then, Rod nodded at Victor next to him.

"Mr. Victor, Mr. Bartel, I'll ask you to take care of you."

After saying this, Rhode never looked at the expressions of others. Instead, he left his seat like that. Then he walked out of the banquet hall under the gaze of everyone. It was not until Rhode's figure completely disappeared into the passage, and the mercenaries who seemed to have been immobilized in their bodywork came to their senses. They looked at each other and saw the incredible expressions in each other's eyes. Because they could all see that Rhode's performance was very normal, and his expression was as usual. His expression did not change at all. Moreover, his movements were as usual, and he did not see the drunkenness at all. But... how could this be possible?

The heavy door closed heavily, isolating the noise in the banquet hall behind him. The corridor seemed very quiet, and most people were still enjoying the banquet at the winter festival. Rhodes left the banquet hall directly and walked into the corridor in the atrium. It was not until this time that he waved his hand. Then a white light flashed, and Celia soon appeared beside Rhodes.

"Master. What's there..."

Before Celia could finish her words, her brows frowned.

"Master, are you………?

"Ah...Celia, please send me back. I'm afraid I can't walk alone..."

Rhode said, waved his hand at Celia, then turned around and walked toward the side. Celia was quick-eyed and grabbed Rhode's arm.

"Master, there is a railing! Have you drunk?"

"There is a guy who wants to see my joke, how could I………………………………………………………!!”

After that, Celia finally sent Rhode back to the room. Fortunately, she did not meet anyone else along the way. Rhode returned to the room without any disturbance. However, at this time, Rhode could no longer bear it. He was not a drunk person. In the past, even if he drank, he only drank some wine or red wine. However, this time, in the face of Bartel's provocation, Rhode did not choose to escape. Of course, he knew that many people wanted to see his jokes, so he could not let them see it as--Lucky, although Rhode did not know what attributes it is, his physical value was very high, which was enough to ensure that Rhode could be invincible in the process of fighting with Bartel. With Rhode's high physical attributes, even ordinary poisons could not cause effective harm to him, let alone just a mere spirit.

But everything has to be limited.

Even if it is pure water, drinking ten buckets of water will still kill people. In fact, when Bartel couldn't hold on, Rhodes could no longer find out that he had reached the limit. He was even ready to "death with the other party", but fortunately, Bartel's ability to bear was obviously worse, and Rhodes finally laughed to the end - it was only fifty steps to laugh a hundred steps.

"Master, please wait..."

Celia couldn't help but sigh as she helped Rhodes walk to the bed. As a summoning elf, she never thought that such a thing would happen. Originally, Celia thought that Rhodes summoned her this time and wanted to talk to her about everything she had born in the Holy Spirit Monastery, but now Celia is not willing to talk about this matter. At least, until now, even she herself has not sorted out her mood. She didn't expect...... to encounter such a thing.

"Master, please respect yourself. Drinking too much wine is not good for your body. My holy technique can relieve your pain, but it cannot help you sober up..." As he said, Celia stretched out her right hand, and at this moment, Rhode's body suddenly turned and fell forward. The Battle Angel Girl could not react in time and was pushed forward in this way...

“…………………”

The room was silent. Celia opened her eyes wide in panic, looking at Rhode who was lying on her, and had no idea what to say. It was not until a moment later that the Angel of War coughed awkwardly and reached out to push Rhode away. But just as Celia stretched out her right hand, Rhode suddenly opened her eyes and then grabbed Chode's hand.

"Lord, Master?"

This sudden scene surprised Celia. She stared at Rhode's dark eyes blankly, but she didn't know what to say at all. However, before she could speak up, she saw Rhode leaning down and kissing Celia's lips.

“…………!!”

The girl of War Angel opened her eyes wide in surprise. Faced with the sudden attack, her brain was completely blank. The strong smell of wine and Rhode's unique breath came from her mouth, which even made Celia feel a little dizzy. However, Rhode's movements were not limited to this. He reached out and gently stroked the girl of War Angel's body, and then pressed his palm on Celia's chest armor.

“………………Woo!!”

Through the armor, feeling Rhode's touch, Celia couldn't help but tremble. At the same time, Rhode raised his head and blinked his eyes. His eyes, which were originally confused and lost their focus, seemed to have recovered a few traces of clarity.

"What... is Celia...I said...How can Lacetina be tough to compete with..."

After saying this sentence in a vague way, Rhode closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Only the War Angel Girl was left looking at him blankly, her face was red and almost bleeding............(To be continued)
Chapter completed!