Through the teleportation array at Roland City, Ange and his company returned to the City of the Goddess of Beauty the next day. Along the way, he had conveniently brewed a batch of beetroot wine and brought it out for those Dwarven "wine connoisseurs" to taste.
Upon taking a sip, the Dwarven wine tasters immediately scrunched up their faces. Despite their grimaces, they finished off every drop of the wine.
Seeing this, everyone else also frowned.
Negris flitted over and asked, "How was it? Is the wine good?"
The drunken dwarf, pointing at Negris, chuckled, "Ha ha, Little Fat Dragon, let's catch you and roast you..."
"Lightning!" Negris shouted to his rear.
The Lightning, who was graciously rubbing his forehead under the Purple Corpse's playful wrath, promptly ran over and gave a powerful shock to the drunken dwarf, instantly snapping him back to sobriety.
"How was the wine? Good?" Negris asked with a beamy smile.
The dwarf obediently shook his head.
