Chapter 420: Want to Get me Drunk? (1/2)
Chapter 420: Want to Get me Drunk? [V5C127 – A Distance Within Reach]
This arachne was already well advanced in his years. His face was full of creases, and his skin was already lax. However, the advantage of being an arachne was that he could reach all the alcohol on the tall shelf just by turning in place. His movements were nimble despite his age—the customers needed only to shout what they wanted, and the ale would be tossed onto their table. Naturally, they had to pay first.
From this alone, it was easy to see that this arachne wasn’t simple at all. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to set up a bar here either.
Qianye squeezed over to the bar and tapped lightly on the surface. “Give me something strong.”
The arachne shot Qianye a penetrative glance and said while shrugging his shoulders, “Little vampire, be careful about getting drunk. There’s only one outcome if you collapse in such a place. You’ll be robbed clean and tossed out of the town.”
Qianye’s smile remained unchanged as he repeated, “Give me something strong. The type you specialize in.”
“Very well! Newborns are indeed impetuous. I was the same at your age.” The old arachne nagged on while mixing up a brightly colored concoction with dazzling techniques. He then placed the drink in front of Qianye.
That “thing” looked and smelled terrifying. Qianye, with his keen senses, almost sneezed as the inexplicable odor assaulted his senses. Even he was somewhat hesitant at the sight of this mysterious brew.
It was at this time that a beautiful woman arrived beside Qianye and said with a smile, “Hey little handsome, this drink is the specialty of this place. It’ll be quite a regretful if you don’t try it.”
This werewolf lady was fiery hot and quite explicitly dressed. Her amorous gaze was also quite frank and just shy of pressing Qianye down to the floor.
Qianye had inherited the innate character of a vampire and wasn’t too interested in werewolves. But he still raised the glass and took a small sip. This mouthful of alcohol was like a stream of flames rushing into his stomach which left him dazzled and giddy as though an explosion had just gone off in his brain. He had unexpectedly taken too big a sip.
Qianye had never encountered a situation where a single sip of wine had brought him to the verge of collapse. His body, at this moment, was burning up—his brain was muddled, and his thoughts were adrift. He placed his hands before his eyes and found that it was flushed red. Presumably, his face was also in the same state.
Many eyes around the bar counter were on Qianye at this moment. Many gazes had turned abnormal after seeing his visibly intoxicated manner. Some were checking his belongings, others were looking at his person.
The beautiful woman’s eyes were glowing as she approached and pushed her bountiful chest on Qianye’s arm. “Little Handsome, aren’t you going to buy me a drink? Just one is enough!”
The voices Qianye could hear were simply fleeting. He nodded.
The arachne shook his head as he mixed up a similar drink and put it on the table. The werewolf lady grabbed the cup with eyes full of greed, poised to pour all of it into her mouth. But the glass had just risen from the table when it fell back down with a thud.
A hand had reached out from behind and pressed down on the werewolf lady’s wrist, forcing it onto the counter.
The werewolf lady found, to her surprise and fury, that a young vampire girl with a frosty countenance had appeared behind her. The latter spoke in a cold voice, “Scram, slut! A hairy beast like you is not worthy of this sire from our vampire race.”
The werewolf lady let out a low growl as the fangs in her mouth grew longer, “Who are you calling hairy, you lowly thing?”
The vampire girl refused to budge. “I’m talking to you! What of it?”
The werewolf roared and pounced onto the young vampire, pressing her down to the floor. The two rolled about and beat each other up in a full contact struggle. The people around them were intent on stirring up trouble. They watched on the sidelines and cheered the fighters on, but none of them had the intention to intervene. On the contrary, many of them started betting—there were some who bet on the vampire girl, but there were even more bets on the werewolf lady.
Qianye was still taking small sips from the glass, completely oblivious to the things happening behind him.
Another female appeared beside him at one point—a young lady. She sat beside him without turning her head and only asked indifferently, “Aren’t you going to buy me a drink?”
Qianye wanted to nod instinctively, but his whole body jolted after seeing her rare black hair. He only spoke after a moment of silence, “I’ll accompany you no matter how much you want to drink.”
The black-haired girl turned to gaze at Qianye with her deep, unfathomable eyes.
She suddenly laughed. “You want to get me drunk and bring me away?”
At this moment, Qianye’s thoughts were adrift and he replied quite instinctively, “If possible, then why not?” Even Qianye himself was shocked at the words he had just spoken—he would never have said such things were he sober. A few glasses of wine, and he would turn into a different person.
But the black-haired girl, which was exactly Nighteye, wasn’t angry and only responded with an indifferent tone. “You’re welcome to try. Boss, ten glasses of the usual!”
Ten glasses!
Even in his half intoxicated state, Qianye was shocked and sobered up quite a bit. Many people in the bar who had taken notice also started to cheer and howl.
The old arachne revealed a ruminating smile. Without a second word, his hands set to work at lightning speed, and soon, ten colorful decoctions appeared on the counter.
Nighteye took a cup and clinked it forcefully against Qianye’s own. “Come, bottoms up.” With that, she raised her head and allowed the flaming liquor to enter her throat.