Chapter 1789 Miscalculation

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Chapter 1789 Miscalculation

Date- 16 April 2321

Time- –:–

Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, TSR Guild Headquarters, Blood Rock Cave, Seed World, Inter-Realm City, Sector DS0909, Infinity Library, Exec. VVIP Members Lounge

Gol Kin's spiritual body dissipated because he was completely intoxicated and no longer maintain the shape of his spiritual body. As a result, the devil merchant automatically threw him out of the inter-realm city. This was not its first rodeo, if the devil merchant code did not take such drastic measures the streets of the inter-realm city would be filled with clouds of intoxicated spiritual bodies. After all, spiritual liquor was more stronger and additive compared to any physical liquor out there in the myriad realms.You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin

Listening to Belphegor's excuse Ezra shook his head in regret and said, "Pity, it's hard to find a good drinking companion these days. Devil Merchant Belphegor, will replace your friend and accompany me for a few drinks, my treat."

The corners of Belphegor's mouth twitched as he barely suppressed himself from yelling out in rage. 'Gol Kin, that idiot. He ruined everything,' Belphegor thought.

Because of Gol Kin Belphegor was in a position where he would either agree to Ezra's request and get wasted like Gol Kin as he did not have the confidence that he could hold more liquor than Ezra. Or he rejects Ezra's request and comes across as a punk-ass bitch.

Confident in his plan, Belphegor accompanied the dwarf for a couple of drinks. But to his dismay, the dwarf did not appear to be drunk after drinking his 18th glass of spirit mushroom dew. That was when Belphegor realized that he had miscalculated and began to slow his roll. Soon the dwarf ordered his 20th refill yet he appeared as sober as when Belphegor first saw him.

Belphegor finally felt the despair Gol Kin felt. He wondered what was the dwarf doing with so much spiritual energy. Even if he had a strong tolerance to spirit liquor shouldn't his spiritual reserves be full of spiritual energy and overflowing considering the amount of spiritual liquor he had consumed?

When the dwarf had consumed an entire two dozen glasses of spirit liquor yet looked sober as the bright sunny morning, Belphegor no longer continued with his charade and looked at the dwarf in disbelief. He felt that the dwarf in front of him was the liking example of stereotypes of the chaos dwarf race. Belphegor wasn't the only one, the two pixies in the box felt the same way. Neither of them had met a client who drank so many glasses of spirit mushroom dew and still sat erect.

"What happened did you have enough already?" Ezra asked Belphegor seeing he wasn't even pretending to drink his glass of spirit mushroom dew.

"Yes, how about we talk about the appeal?" Belphegor replied without thinking. Amazed and impressed by Ezra's drinking capability he forgot about his pride. He wholeheartedly believed the stereotypes surrounding the chaos dwarf race. Especially, the one that claimed that an ocean of liquor would not last the chaos dwarfs a day.

Suddenly Belphegor's face turned hideous remembering his own words, 'Only an idiot would be foolish enough to compete with Chaos Dwarf in a drinking match.'

"Hahaha, sure. Let us do that," Ezra laughed smugly. Then, as he was about to place his empty glass on the table in front of him, he placed it a centimeter out of the edge of the table in the air, as a result, the glass fell to the floor. Seeing this Belphegor's eyes twinkled.