Tavern in Another Dimension: Getting the Elf Queen Drunk at the Start

Chapter 117: There Was No Race That the Tavern Could Not Conquer

Alan gladly accepted Yupanki's caution.

Hewlett seemed to have recovered his spirit after recovering his mobility.

The small tavern slightly delayed its opening hours to restore the tables and chairs that had been messed up earlier.

Milton stared at Abraham and the other three nervously. The recovery of his mobility did not make him feel at ease. After all, he was still in the territory of the demons.

"Hey, Hewlett, is that young man our target?"

Milton's heart suddenly began to beat faster. If so, the mission this time would definitely not be completed. At the very least, it would require the top people of the two races to defeat the demons and kill Alan.

Moreover, this young man was too mysterious. He seemed to have no magic power fluctuations at all, but he was able to defeat him and Hewlett at the same time. This was not a simple matter.

Just now, when he was pressed on the ground, his magic power was completely sealed. Alan's method was definitely mysterious and confusing. Milton couldn't figure how Alan could use such impressive move without any magic power.

And the kind of wine that Alan gave him to drink as well. It was indeed very mellow, and it was magic wine.

There were only two or three types of magic wine on the continent, and each of them was not even half as powerful as the Alan's wine.

Listening to the conversation between the two humans, he guessed that Alan had more effective magic wine in his hands.

"This should be it, our target."

"The young man who make wine in Rock City and highly recommends by Princess Olivia. I don't think there are more than two of them."

After pondering for a long time, Hewlett replied.

He had actually given up on the mission a long time ago. The sudden electric shock just now was hard to guard against, but the method of restraining magic power was not something that an ordinary person could do. This young man was definitely not simple.

It was better to give up on the so-called mission.

After the tavern opened for business, the number of customers gradually increased.

Everyone tacitly stayed away from Hewlett and Milton.

After all, this was the guy who wanted to attack Alan. His identity was still unknown, so it was better to stay away from him.

"Do you two have gold coins? Do you want to have a drink? After all, this is a tavern!"

The tavern did not need his help for the time being. Beelzebub and Yupanki's service was enough. Asmodeus was entertaining the women who had come to drink frequently recently.

Alan always felt that if Asmodeus kept doing that, the tavern was very likely to become an adult entertainment club.

Looking at what Asmodeus was doing now, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that what that fellow was doing was the work of a gigolo!

Milton looked at the youth in front of him. His smile was warm and cordial, making people involuntarily want to get close to him.

"I have money. I want to drink the kind of wine you gave me just now!"

Hewlett interrupted.

"That won't do. Before I figure out the purpose of the two of you, I can't sell the magic wine to you."

After Alan said that, Milton's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the kind of wine just now was a kind of magic wine.

"Even if it's not magic wine, my ordinary wine is definitely better than all the wines that you've drunk!"

Alan followed up with a confident voice.

Milton's expression was a little twisted. He was disdainful of this sentence in his heart, but he could not show it on his face, so his expression was a little awkward.

"Tch, human, don't talk big. There's no wine that's better than Beast God Wine!"

Hewlett did not hide his disdain. As soon as he said it, Milton instantly became nervous, afraid that Alan would suddenly get angry.

"Don't be so full of yourself. Before everyone drank my wine, they were all as disdainful as you. But now, they're all my loyal customers."

The confidence in Alan's words caused Hewlett's heart to waver.

"Then... I'll give you some face. Just give it a try."

Milton nodded in agreement with Hewlett's words. Seeing that the two of them agreed, the smile on Alan's face became even more cordial.

The customers of the tavern could not help but be puzzled when they saw Alan entertaining the two guys with strange appearances. After all, they were enemies who had just attacked him, so why was he still selling wine to them?

Moreover, the two of them looked awful. After being electrocuted, their hair had blown up, and their skin had also become charred black.

"Try it. There are only three types of ordinary wine in the tavern right now. Lafite, which belongs to the category of fruit wine, has a warm and mellow taste. If you think you will not get drunk with this, then you're wrong. It is a rose with thorns."

"As for the other two, the amber-colored wine is whiskey. It's slightly strong and has a strong wheat fragrance. The ice-cold drink has a better taste."

"The transparent one is called Burning Knife Soju. Just like its name, the wine has a mellow fragrance. The place where the wine flows after entering the mouth is like a fire, like a knife cutting through."

Alan introduced the three wines in detail. It did not matter if the other party was an enemy.

He believed that no one would be able to resist the temptation of his wine and become a loyal customer of the tavern.

He pushed the three types of wine in front of the two of them and waited for them to taste it with a smile on his face.

Without thinking, Hewlett reached out to pick up the small cup of Burning Knife Soju and downed it in one gulp.

"Hiss... ha..."

As expected, Alan heard a familiar voice.

Milton picked up the goblet and elegantly poured the wine into his mouth.

After a mouthful of wine, his eyes lit up slightly. It was indeed a good wine. It was even comparable to the holy water.

Hewlett poured himself three cups of Burning Knife Soju in a row, and after drinking it, his face turned red.

"It is indeed stronger than the Beast God Wine, hahahaha..."

Hearing Hewlett praising his wine, Alan felt smug. He looked at Milton again, waiting for his evaluation.

"After drinking Magic Lafite, normal Lafite is not enough anymore."

After Milton said that, his face gradually turned red. He felt a little guilty. After all, compared to the holy water, even a normal Lafite was tastier!

Alan nodded his head in agreement. He also felt that drinking a normal Lafite could no longer satisfy his taste.

"You're right. Then try the whiskey. You haven't drunk the magic whiskey yet." Alan recommended.

"Okay."

After answering, Milton picked up the glass filled with large ice cubes and poured in the whiskey.

Just like how he drank the Lafite just now, he drank the wine in the glass elegantly.

"How do you feel?" Alan looked at him expectantly.

"Well... not, not bad..."

Milton was impeccable with the taste of whiskey, but he hated to admit it.

He had too many questions to ask about Alan's wine-making skills and talent, but as the pride of the angel race. He was not allowed to admit defeat to a human, even if that human was ridiculously mysterious.

"It's good that you like it. Even if it's not magic wine, there are still excellent ordinary wines."

Alan was satisfied with the answer. He left in satisfaction and returned to the bar to rub Ai Xiaohei a few times.

"Birdman, what should we do next?"

Hewlett asked his companion while drinking.

"How would I know? Since I already know that the mission is impossible to complete, I should return to the clan as soon as possible to report the situation. After all, there is indeed a big problem with this tavern."

Milton sipped his whiskey. The way he was enjoying himself was completely different from his previous evaluation.

"Then when are we going back?"

Hewlett's words caused Milton to be stunned. How was he supposed to accept this? He had just drunk such good wine, and he was already thinking about going back?

The two of them were silent for a long time.

"Why don't we stay for another two days and then return to report the situation?"

Milton suggested in a low voice.

When Hewlett heard this, he nodded his head in agreement.