Chapter 283: The Last Vote (4)
We held a banquet. In one go, we cleared multiple floors and reached a new milestone. Also, the Viper had returned from his seclusion training more powerful than we could have ever imagined. There were more than enough reasons to hold a celebration.
The Five Guild leaders were no longer wary or afraid of their colleagues’ rapid growth. Like good friends, they congratulated each other wholeheartedly.
“I’ll make my special milk cocktail just for you, Sect Master.”
“No, stop, Gramps Sword Star! You know less about cocktails than you do about crab shells! You want to enjoy the cocktail bar vibe, but you don’t really get the taste. So you just drink milk, you kitschy old man. Don’t you dare experiment on— Hah!”
“Here you go, a cocktail from the combat power meter. I thought plain Kahlua milk was boring, so I mixed it with durian juice and espresso. Doesn’t this jungle feel like a seaside resort? Let me measure your romance level[1].”
“Ugh, blar... Argh, blaaaaaargh!
“Wow, romance level 10,000... 20,000... 50,000... 530,000... It keeps increasing. It’s good to be young. An old combat power meter like me should just die.”
“Did the Medicine King get in your head, you crazy old man?”
It was a disaster in the making.
The Black Witch shook her head as she enjoyed a drink with the Paladin. “You guys are acting like teenagers... Is there something wrong with your brain development?”
They were sitting on a square mat. It seemed that those with an intelligence below a certain level couldn’t join them. The Countess buried her nose in the mat and meowed, acting adorable in front of the two. Peace, class, elegance—the Black Witch seemed to show the true style of a drinking party.
I smiled bitterly as I held my orange juice. “One side is hell, the other is paradise...”