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“Shelley, what was that dragon thing you mentioned earlier?”
Unwilling to take a direct bite, Catherine kept hugging the huge, colorful crystal and licking it gently. At this moment, she was looking at Shelley with curious eyes.
Shelley wiped the non-existent sweat from his brow, smiled, and ruffled Catherine’s white hair, saying in a feignedly relaxed tone, “It’s just a drink, using a dragon as a gimmick…”
In fact, the Dragon’s Tear cocktail that Shelley had just ordered was not as simple as he had said… The raw materials of that cocktail… really had liquor that had been soaked with a dragon’s bones.
But Shelley had only just realized when he was about to say it that in the current team… the ratio of humans to dragons was actually one to one.
It’s better not to cause trouble for myself. If she gets angry, I’ll have to coax her… How troublesome. I’ll just solve the problem at its root. If it weren’t for the fact that Shelley himself wanted to drink it, Shelley would have chosen to solve the person who created the problem. Once and for all.
“Then what did you order for me?”
Shelley smiled mysteriously and did not answer.
Catherine, seeing that he was not saying anything, did not press and continued to struggle with that “lollipop.”
“I don’t drink tea.”
Morgan, on the other hand, glared at the looking-around Shelley and muttered, “You’re the one who drinks tea.”
While looking around, Shelley said perfunctorily, “I’m sorry. I’ll treat you to a drink next time. You won’t be interested in my Orc’s Blood.”
“Why?”
“You’ll know when it comes… oh? An interesting combination.”
The combination of a fallen angel and an angel was very nice. It was just that the angel was a little weak and looked like he needed to replenish his kidneys…
Erica followed Shelley’s gaze and also chuckled softly.
By the way, she had not let go of Shelley’s clothes and had later taken the opportunity to sit beside him.
Malicious, curious, probing, playful… all kinds of gazes were reflected in Shelley’s eyes, but none of them were kind.
“This place may not be a good place.”
“But it’s true. What good place can a Balor go to?”
Four cups floated over under the control of psionic energy. Two were crystal cups, and two were special metal cups.
He took out a dozen gold coins and let the boss take them. In a situation where the prices were unknown, gold coins could generally be used as hard currency.
Shelley pushed the two cups of bubbling Lava Time to Catherine and Erica, handed the fruit tea with floating petals to Morgan, and picked up the blood-like drink himself.
“Drink up. Try it all.”
Catherine put down the crystal and, under some malicious gazes, drank the scorching lava in one gulp.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
“Hah!”
“Good… drink.”
Shock. It was truly shocking. Many people who had thought Shelley was just bluffing gave up their last little thoughts.
Lava Time, as the name suggested… this wine really had lava in it. Besides some special stone races, only a very few races’ physical bodies could withstand this crazy drink. And any one of them was not to be trifled with.
Erica was just about to act spoiled and say that she couldn’t drink it when she saw Shelley’s half-smile. Helpless, she could only take a ladylike sip…
“Hmm?”
Erica’s eyes lit up. She took a few more sips before putting down the cup and saying softly, “It’s indeed not bad.”
Shelley nodded, then gently patted away Catherine’s outstretched little claw and said with a laugh, “Children can’t drink this.”
Orc’s Blood, the color of a battle-dead orc’s heart blood, effect: inferior rage… lust.
Catherine looked at Shelley unwillingly and then said in a clear voice, “I’m an adult! And I’m older than you.”
“I’m the older sister.”
Looking her up and down, Shelley had a deep understanding of her “bigness.” He nodded in agreement and was about to speak when he felt his instep being stepped on.
Morgan, opposite him, was tasting the fruit tea and then glanced at Shelley with contempt…
[Your character is being questioned.]
While drinking the blood wine, Shelley retorted in his heart, “I’m innocent.”
[Hehe.]
“You should say it. What are your thoughts?”
[Didn’t you guess it?]
Playing with the wine glass in his hand, Shelley enjoyed the open and secret struggle between Morgan and Erica, constantly dodging the danger of being stepped on.
Although being stepped on is also a reward for some people, I’ll have to decline.
“Guessing is one thing, but it’s different from you saying it yourself.”
[A tsundere man.]
[Then I’ll just say it directly.]
“I’m all ears.”
[You now possess the divine portfolio of the God of Half-Elves, right?]
“It’s Nadia’s.”
[It’s the same.]
[In short, you can receive a part of the faith.]
[And that’s what I need.]
Frowning slightly, Shelley asked seriously, “Will this affect Nadia’s strength growth?”
[It will.]
“Then no.”
[It won’t either.]
“What the…”
[The part of the faith you take away is only a small part compared to all that she receives.]
[It’s probably like the difference between being engorged and not…]
“Stop, stop! I said stop.”
“There’s no need to say unnecessary incubus proverbs.”
[Tsk. I had a hard time thinking of that one.]
[The current situation is that both you and I need this part of the faith.]
[And I don’t want your god to discover my existence.]
[Then there’s only one way to choose…]
Taking a deep breath, Shelley helplessly continued, “Expand the overall faith…”
[That’s right.]
[Then what is the source of faith?]
“The piety of the followers and the number of followers…”
His fingers unconsciously tapped on the table. Shelley said, as if he had grasped the key point, “Expand the number of followers, compete for the source of followers, that is…”
His fingers paused. Shelley exhaled the turbid air in his chest and said silently, “Otherworldly proselytizing.”
[Congratulations! You’re right.]
[The reward is that you can go home and inform your lovers.]
“Hmm?”
Shelley’s expression froze. He asked in disbelief, “If, and I’m just saying if…”
“I hadn’t guessed your thoughts, what would have been the outcome…”
[Directly sent to a new plane! And only come back after reaching the standard!]
“Then I…”
[In their eyes, you would have become a peerless scumbag who started something and then abandoned it.]
???
“I really thank you for that.”
[You’re welcome.]
The muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably twice. He sighed helplessly.
“Lord Shelley, we won’t make a fuss anymore. Don’t be angry with us.”
“Next time Morgan bullies me, I won’t fight back either.”
Erica’s grievance interrupted Shelley’s thoughts. He looked at the furious Morgan and the teary-eyed Erica with a blank expression, not knowing what these two were up to.
“Shelley, why are you frowning and sighing again? Crack.”
Crack… crack?
Shelley stiffly turned his head and saw Catherine bite off a piece of the crystal glass that Morgan had finished drinking from…
