Chapter 275: Folk Dance (1/2)

Having been given strict education at a young age, even though Gerald would not decline any offered in social events amongst nobles, he was strictly prohibited from losing himself in such enjoyments that paralyzes the spirit.

As a personal guard serving the mayor of Lancaster, Gerald had relatively strong self-discipline and would keep himself to short sips despite his fondness for alcohol.

Still, today’s circumstances were special: the feasts held by the Players who were born as the dregs of society were not as cagey as the banquets of noble families. Even if they did not sink to the level of debauchery, there was still a considerable lack of restraint.

Hence, affected by the Players, Gerald—who had been drinking away his troubles—couldn’t help breaking his usual alcohol limit.

One should mention here that the process of brewing itself wasn’t difficult. Even if it’s a normal family, they could brew some fermented alcohol in secret with enough surplus ingredients and didn’t have to fear inspection.

Of course, there is no assurance when it came to quality.

In this world, fine wine would have to bought from the believers of Stoff.

And many might have forgotten by now that Stoff, the God of Craftmanship and Fine Wine was Xi Wei’s fellow member of the Invisible Pantheon, who had also provided a master craftsman who strengthened item for the Players.

That was why the Church of Games didn’t lack a good brew, although that was mostly thanks to the trade of the two brands of colas with Stoff’s church.

Be that as it may, Stoff’s believers still had no idea how they could mass-produce colas.

Stoff himself was no different. Even if he could create a brew with the same taste as cola, it was basically a divine brew that was impossible for mass production…

Xi Wei felt pressure about all that. In the very least, the recipe of colas would not be easily unraveled as long as the mortals never discover what carbon dioxide was.

…Back to the topic at hand.

Either way, Gerald himself had tasted much fine wine as a noble. He had assumed that he would only have just a few mouthfuls of the sour peasant brew in the Players’ feast, but he was surprised to find that it was the Wine Church’s not for sale item, and he couldn’t help having a few more goblets in his depression.

As the stupor kicked-in and he felt a little light-headed, a voice spoke beside him.

“Why are you hiding in a corner here?” Edward, who was passing by, greeted him with a barbecue skewer in hand.

Unlike the wildly ambitious Angora or Princess Leah who was less ambitious but always getting dragged along by Old Vanke, Edward had always kept to his original ideals as a Player. Even though he had contributed the most in this Event, all he wanted was to accomplish more quest and go on adventures in new places, having no interest at all in politics or other complex affairs.

Therefore, he had slipped away before either Angora or Leah could pull him on stage, running into the heart of the chaotic feast and gluttoned away.

“Won’t you join the Rabbitfolk’s folk dancing?” Edward asked cheerfully, passing Gerald several meat skewers. “It doesn’t look exciting, but your mood would life if you go up and dance a few bouts. It’s fun!”

“Forget it. I’m not in the mood.”