"Gentlemen! Ladies! Raise your glasses! To Mr. Li Lin! To victory! Cheers (Prosit)!"
"Cheers!! Cheers!!"
The fifth toast was as lively and cheerful as the previous four, as various fruit beverages splashed from the glasses onto the excited elves, their clothing, and the floor, staining the marble floor and luxurious carpet with miscellaneous hues.
Laughter and singing permeated the count's mansion, filled with elfish mirth. Bright magical chandeliers illuminated the grand reception hall as if it was daylight. Round after round of toasts had finally lifted the melancholic spirits of the elderly elves who missed indulging in fine wines due to being located in a human city. Boys and girls who were holding up fruit juice were so moved that they were almost in tears.
After over a half-hour of pointless resistance, the bishop finally agreed to sign the contract. He signed his name and pressed a blood-red handprint on the document that filled him with humiliation and depression.
