“The thousand-year honey brew from the deep-sea rift makes one intoxicated after just a sip, as if melting into the ocean currents…
but the juice on the land is truly…
a bit inferior.
It would probably take hundreds of cups to capture a hint of a similar experience.” Even though Hysilens was the protagonist of today’s banquet, because of her unchanging cold expression and fierce combat record, the unfamiliar Hanging Blade people didn’t get too close and soon immersed themselves in the banquet.
Hysilens’s words were not heard by others; otherwise, someone would likely have brought a wine jug over to compete in drinking, making the name “The One Who Drinks a Thousand Cups Without Getting Drunk” spread throughout Hanging Blade City.
“Hundreds of cups…
It seems the wine in Hanging Blade City is stronger than in Okhema?” Gwyn felt a bit strange and nodded slightly.
“It seems the wine on land is…
quite a bit different compared to the honey brew of the deep sea.
After the banquet ends, I’ll help you ask if Hanging Blade City has any better wine.” Although he said this, Gwyn himself didn’t hold much expectation— The honey brew Hysilens drank at the bottom of the sea was probably catalyzed by Fagina using divine power.
And the wine on land…
Hysilens even described it as “juice.” In her view, it was probably like 1 milliliter of wine mixed with 999 milliliters of water, right?
Although so-called Titans were just “so-so” from the perspective of the entire universe, with the technology of the Amphoreus world stuck in the classical civilization period, it would be extremely difficult to brew wine that surpassed her product.
But whether it could be found was another matter; at least he had to try.
“Hmm…” Hearing this, Hysilens’s eyes narrowed slightly, the subtle curve of her lips lifted by a few pixels, and the action of tasting the juice became a bit faster.
Even though there was no deep-sea honey brew to let her easily get drunk in the revelry, the genuine enthusiasm and singing of the surrounding Hanging Blade people still let her find back a bit of the feeling of the past deep-sea banquets.
As for the fine wine of Hanging Blade at the banquet, Gwyn only took a sip and did not drink much.
When the banquet ended, most of the surrounding Hanging Blade warriors were already drunk at the tables.
The only ones who could walk out sober were almost exclusively Hysilens and Gwyn.
The people from the Council of Elders had been waiting outside for a long time and welcomed Hysilens into a grand and magnificent estate.
As for Gwyn, the attendant, someone led him in another direction.
Before the two groups could separate, Hysilens reached out to stop the attendant leading the way and pulled Gwyn to its side— “He cannot be separated from me.” Although the members of the Council of Elders were in a difficult position, they dared not refute the wishes of this suddenly emerged personage, and they led the two of them to the residence arranged for Hysilens.
Although the members of the Council of Elders had some ulterior motives, under the deterrent force of Hysilens’s martial prowess, they dared not make any unnecessary moves and could only let things be, even having to proactively arrange for a physician to treat Gwyn— Although he had regained his mobility, Gwyn’s wounds were far from healed.
As the physician of the Hanging Blade people muttered about how the person who treated the wounds was an amateur, they helped Gwyn perform a secondary treatment on those wounds that had persisted to this day due to improper handling and a lack of timely follow-up care.
However, after learning that it was the “frail woman” behind them—who had shocked the entire Hanging Blade City—who had treated Gwyn’s injuries, these physicians chose to remain silent.
And after inferring the original treatment method from the condition of the wounds, their gaze toward Gwyn gained a bit more— There are barely a few people in Hanging Blade City who could endure such rough treatment.
When the Hanging Blade physician left, only Gwyn and Hysilens remained in the large estate.
“Does it hurt a lot…” Hysilens came to the bedside, looking at the newly bandaged wounds on Gwyn’s body.
She wanted to touch them, but her fingertips paused above the bandages without landing, and she asked softly.
“It hurt quite a bit when changing the dressing, but it’s fine now.” Gwyn turned to look at Hysilens, and seeing the complex expression on her face, he smiled nonchalantly, “Thanks to you, we were able to reach Hanging Blade City so quickly.
If we had been delayed for a month or two on the road, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have made it.” “…Mm.” Looking at Gwyn’s smiling face, Hysilens was silent for a long time before nodding gently with a complex expression— Gwyn’s smile reminded her of the last smile her clansmen had left her when she was still on the seabed…
“Don’t worry, I’m doing just fine.
Go find a room and get some rest; we still have plenty to do.” Seeing that Hysilens was lost in thought again, Gwyn didn’t press for an answer, simply saying.
“What else is there?
Aren’t those Hanging Blade people quite unwelcoming to us?” Hysilens blinked, her thoughts returning to the present, and she tilted her head in confusion.
“Ordinary Hanging Blade people naturally won’t refuse the addition of a powerhouse like you, but some people might not be so sure—perhaps we have no intention of seizing the throne, but the system of Hanging Blade City means that if you wanted to, you could replace them at any time.
This will make many people uneasy.
Even without considering those people, how to face Nikador is also a problem.
The outside world calls it a Savage God; while that cannot be entirely believed, it must not be taken lightly either.
And…
having fought against the Black Tide for so long, whether Nikador will be influenced by the Black Tide remains unknown.” Gwyn spoke with some reservations— In his impression, Nikador would eventually be completely eroded by the Black Tide, and only by separating out the last of its rationality did it avoid becoming a complete pawn of the Black Tide.
“People on land are truly complicated…” Hysilens listened quietly to Gwyn’s account, her eyes like the shimmering surface of the sea, serene yet occasionally rippling.
However, compared to the possible threats from the Hanging Blade people, Hysilens was more concerned about Nikador, the Titan who had taken up the mission of fighting the Black Tide— “But you mean…
Nikador will also be eroded by the Black Tide?” Hysilens had seen plenty of Black Tide erosion; many of her clansmen had been eroded by the Black Tide after dying in battle, becoming her enemies.
Even the Ocean Titan Fagina, the queen worshipped by the Siren Clan, was not a match for the Black Tide.
But…
could the Titan of Strife, who could chase down the Sky Titan, actually be eroded by the Black Tide?
“It has been clashing head-on with the Black Tide for years without receiving sufficient support.
After thousands of years, such a possibility indeed exists.” Gwyn sighed.