"cheers!"
Agatha raised her glass and said.
"Cheers—!" the witches responded with a bang. Dozens of cups were lifted into the air together, touching each other crisply. Among them are the Taquila people who have lost their sense of taste, and the top leaders of the Federation who have been transformed into carriers. Especially the latter two—for those who experienced the last battle of divine will and suffered great despair and helplessness, at this moment they finally unloaded the heaviest stone in their hearts, and they could laugh together with everyone, even to the point of laughter. Brighter than others.
Not all sacrifices will be rewarded, and not all persistence can wait until dawn. Because of this, it is more moving when hundreds of years of sacrifice and persistence have not failed.
"That..." Nana looked at Pasha and the others curiously, "Can you really taste it like this?"
God's Punishment Witch just lost her sense of taste, but Pasha, Ersha and Celine's drinking rules are completely beyond everyone's imagination-they rolled up their tentacles and poured the wine on their heads, just like taking a bath.
"Of course, although we don't have a mouth, we can use the short surface whiskers to distinguish taste and absorb water, and the perception is far stronger than ordinary people." Pasha replied with a smile, "In addition, the taste range of the carrier is also different from that of humans, so we You can also taste something you have never experienced before.”
"Wow... What's that smell? I really want to know!" Lightning's eyes glowed.
"According to the research of the Quest, people can't understand things they haven't been exposed to, so even if she says it, it's hard for you to imagine." The Ice Witch refilled herself, "The only way to go beyond this limit is to into a carrier."
"Agatha, don't you want to..." Celine asked in surprise.
"Well, when all this is over, I want to transfer my soul and rebuild the quest." Agatha nodded calmly, "The lifespan of a witch is only a hundred years. If I can become a carrier, I can continue my research. ." After she finished speaking, she smiled at Lightning, "People like you who are curious about the unknown are the most suitable for the quest party. How about it, are you interested in joining us?"
"But if you become a carrier, you can't fly, right?" Lightning thought for a while, "I haven't even finished exploring this world. Maybe I'll think about it when I can't fly."
"Huh... what are you thinking, it's like the battle of divine will is over." Lorgar let out a sigh of relief after drinking a large glass of wine, "It's just that the devil has just been defeated, and there are more on the other side of the continent. What about a powerful enemy! No one can guarantee that reaching the bottomless realm will end the war, so today just drink as much as you can to celebrate!" As she spoke, she touched the wine barrel beside her, "Eh? It seems to be empty... What about the new wine?"
"Everyone, let's drink slowly, Evelyn has too much wine to make today," Moriel instructed the magic servant to remove the empty wine barrel, "After all, everyone on the floating island is celebrating tonight, she Even if you try your best to convert it, you won't be able to keep up."
Whether it is Chaos drink or wine, as a hedonic material, it is naturally impossible to spend precious manpower to transport it before departure, so the easiest way is to bring Evelyn - as long as there is water, energy will be continuously changed wine to come. However, when everyone is celebrating the victory, these reserves are not enough.
"Pfft." Anna, who was sitting in the first place, suddenly laughed out loud.
"What's wrong?" Everyone turned their attention to her.
"No... It's nothing, I just thought of an interesting thing." Anna shook her head, "Roland used to say that he didn't understand why those deductions simulating the evolution of civilization put alcohol so important, even if food, clothing and supplies are not enough, as long as If you have some wine, your happiness and satisfaction will increase. But if you just eat and wear enough, you will make trouble, which is unreasonable. Looking at it now, it is not completely unreasonable. "
"Ah... it's here again, my brother's weird words." Tilly rolled her eyes.
The crowd burst into laughter.
"By the way, hasn't His Majesty finished his work? It doesn't matter if you leave work for a while at this time?" Wendy said.
Roland attended the evening celebration only at the very beginning. After giving a brief opening speech to the whole island, he returned to his office. According to him, the devil should come to the door soon, and he must first. Only by handling the matter at hand can you have a general grasp of the next plan. After he was done with all this, he came up to celebrate with everyone.
"I'll rush him." Anna stood up and said.
"Then leave it to you." Wendy smiled.
The cave where the witch was celebrating was not far from where Roland was located. After passing through a long and narrow passage, she came to the office area under the command post. In fact, Roland was not the only one who was busy. There are footsteps coming and going, obviously they also know that the journey to the bottomless realm is the most critical part of the whole plan.
Of course, she didn't come to Roland entirely to let him relax for a while. Nightingale was standing by his side at the moment, and she had promised herself that after this battle, it would be the time of appointment.
Thinking of this, Anna knocked on the door.
"Come in, the door is unlocked." It was Nightingale who answered her.
Seeing that it was Anna, she looked a little surprised, and even her expression became unnatural, "Uh, why are you here..."
"It's for appointment, of course."
"Just, now? Wait... I'm not ready..."
Anna showed a rare sly smile, "I lied to you. I just asked him to drink at everyone's request."
"So that's how it is..." Nightingale breathed a sigh of relief, but she also felt a sense of loss.
"But the agreement is also part of it. It's okay to talk together." Anna looked at Roland, who was sleeping on the table. "Is he still in the dream world?"
It took a while for Nightingale to realize that Anna was doing this on purpose, so she had no choice but to say, "Well, he said that he needs to check the research progress of the new project of the Greycastle Design Bureau, and he has to discuss the follow-up matters with the Devil Lord. It won't be long before he's back. If you want to wake him up, just push him - as he says, these things can be interrupted at any time, and the time won't change anyway."
Anna nodded, reached out and pushed Roland lightly.
The latter did not respond.
"Strange, this should have been able to wake him up in the past. Could it be that he was too tired to plan these days?" Nightingale pressed Roland's shoulder and shook it back and forth, but she still couldn't wake him up.
She tried to push him up a little harder, but he fell back unresponsively until he was leaning back on the back of the chair. His hands slid down weakly and fell on his waist, as if he had completely lost consciousness.
The two suddenly changed their expressions!