I Am the God of Games

Gerald received strict education from his family since he was a child. Although as a nobleman he needed to socialize, smoking and drinking were not allowed in principle, but the restrictions on such enjoyments that easily paralyzed the spirit were quite strict.

As the part-time guard of the Lord of Lancaster, Gerald also has strong self-discipline ability. Even if he likes alcohol, he usually only tastes it.

But today's situation is quite special. The banquets held by the players from the lower classes are not bound by the rules of the dinner parties of nobles and celebrities.

Under the impression of the players, even Gerald, who was hiding in the corner and drinking stuffy wine, couldn't help breaking the usual limit of drinking.

Although the process of making wine is not difficult, even ordinary people can secretly brew some fermented wine by themselves as long as they have enough surplus food and are not afraid of being investigated.

Of course, the quality of this wine cannot be guaranteed.

In this world, if you want to drink good wine, you have to buy it from the believers of Dionysus.

Although many people may have forgotten, in fact, the current Dionysus is a member of the Invisible God Throne, who provided Xi Wei's Church with the God of Forging and Wine Stover, who is an equipment fortifier.

It is precisely because of this reason that the Church of the God of Games has no shortage of good wine-although most of them exchange two kinds of Coke with the other church.

And Stover, as a believer in the god of wine, has not yet understood how to brew a drink like cola on a large scale.

The same is true for God Stover. Although it is true that through divine power, it is possible to produce wine that tastes exactly like Coke, but that thing can already be regarded as divine wine, and it is impossible to manufacture it on a large scale...

Xi Wei said that he had nothing to say about this. At least until the people of the lower world figured out what carbon dioxide was, the formula of Coca-Cola should not be so easy to crack.

Far away.

All in all, as a nobleman, Gerald has also drank a lot of good wine. He thought that at the banquet held by the players, he could only drink some sour farmhouse fermented wine. It was not for sale, so he couldn't help but drink a few more glasses under the sadness.

Just as the aftertaste of the wine picked up and made Gerald feel a little dizzy, a voice sounded from beside him.

"Why are you drinking in the corner alone?" Edward, who passed by with a skewer in his hand, greeted him.

Unlike Angela, who is full of ambitions, and Princess Liya, who has no ambitions but will be pushed away by the old Vanke,

As the player who contributed the most to this event in a certain sense, Edward has always insisted on his own heart as a player. He only wants to do missions and go to new places for adventures. I'm not interested.

Therefore, after the banquet started, in order to prevent himself from being caught by Angela or Princess Leia and taken to the platform, Edward took the lead in slipping away and ran to the chaotic banquet scene to eat and drink.

"Why don't you go and dance with the rabbit people in their custom folk dance?" Edward handed Gerald a few skewers, and at the same time said cheerfully: "Although it doesn't seem interesting, but if you go up and dance in person , the mood was unexpectedly high, and it was quite fun."

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood."

Gerald naturally knew Edward. In the previous event, the opponent was proficient in fire magic. Although he encountered the Flaming Roaring Tiger Warrior who was immune to fire damage and was rubbed on the ground, he still saved face in the battle against the revived Night Demon. After returning, it can be said that he is one of the best in the Church of the God of Games.

Gerald even weighed it a little in his heart, thinking that Edward might be stronger than the sword-wielding believer who easily defeated him back then.

He shook his head and rejected the other party's kindness.

"Don't rush to refuse, there will be a lot of meat if you try it." Edward urged more enthusiastically: "One must have the courage to try in life."

He didn't have good intentions at all, but he just wanted to see what this stern-faced aristocratic young man would look like when he danced folk dances...

"Then I choose to have the courage to try the barbecue in my hand."

Although Gerald didn't know what Edward was thinking, he was really not interested in dancing: "Please don't persuade me anymore, I just want to be alone and calm down."

When he was a city lieutenant knight in Lancaster City, he had never seen any scenes. You must know that most nobles have a certain degree of artistic accomplishment, and their dances are quite elegant and reserved, even the great dancers praised by the nobles. I have also seen the artist's performances at some dinner parties, and I have seen a lot of them.

The dances of the previous players, which looked like sand sculptures, at least had a certain degree of power and technicality, and the wild feeling like breaking free from shackles was not easy to create. Although not everyone can appreciate it, at least it is undeniable that it has a certain degree of appreciation and artistry.

On the contrary, the so-called folk dance is just a group of people holding hands around the campfire and kicking their legs in circles, which is really meaningless.

"The mood needs to be improved by yourself. No matter how long you hold yourself alone, no matter how long you calm down, the uncomfortable feeling will not disappear." Edward, who will be younger than Gerald next year, but is eloquent at the moment But it looks more mature: "Anyway, no matter what you do, it will be uncomfortable, so instead of chewing and chewing on the uncomfortable feeling alone, why don't you do some troublesome things to keep your mind busy and forget this What kind of uncomfortable feeling?"

Edward's words repeatedly dismissed Gerald's refusal, so that Gerald couldn't think of how to continue to refuse for a while.

And Edward also saw that Gerald wanted to continue to refuse, so he simply pulled him towards the direction of the bonfire.

"And it doesn't matter if you have any unhappy things. Everyone will always have some uncomfortable things. If there is anything you can't figure out, tell me and let me open it... Cough, let me help you as a reference." Edward continued .

When he said this, Gerald felt a little touched in his heart, and a figure quietly appeared in his heart.

"May I ask... What kind of person was Mr. Manie before he was alive?"

"Then you're asking the right person. Let me tell you, I was the one who brought Mr. Magnet into the church..." Whenever this kind of topic came up, Edward couldn't help but put his hands on his hips.

In the distance, Goudan photographed the two people pulling towards the bonfire with a wretched expression, and began to conceive the title of the new post.

He had a hunch that his post would definitely explode this time!