Chapter 242 Drinking Together as Three People
"Are you going to have a drink? The Holy Grail War is only three of us."
Ves smiled and invited. His voice was calm and peaceful. The corner of his mouth was calm, his eyes were clear and firm.
He gently spread his hand and made an invitation posture.
"Cut ~" Jin Shi made a disdain.
His proud figure fell slowly from the air, and the golden light flashed around him, like a bright star.
His steps are light and elegant, and each step seems to be with an incompetent majesty.
He raised his chin slightly, his eyes were full of arrogance and contempt.
Ves saw a gorgeous chair.
liquor. The wine glass was exquisite, and the golden liquid was slightly rippling in the cup, exuding a charming luster, as if it was a precious artwork.
Looking at the golden liquid, the golden glitter raised his eyebrows slightly, and a curiosity in his eyes showed a curiosity.
"What kind of wine is this?"
There was a trace of questioning in his voice, proud and cold.
"I don't know what name, but this is the 3,000 -year -old wine made by the Asgard for 3,000 years of collecting for the king of Odin."
Wes replied calmly that he had no fear in his eyes, and he didn't care about the question of Jin Shi.
"King of God?"
The glittering face became unhappy instantly, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden light flashed in his eyes.
"It is actually a 3000 -year -old wine, you can taste it well."
Iskadar looked very bold. He took the wine glass and drank without hesitation.
The golden liquid was like a silky satin, which instantly slipped into the throat, bringing a cool and mellow feeling.
All kinds of fruity aroma are instantly surrounded in the mouth, as if in a beautiful orchard, the sweet fragrance of apples, the fragrance of grapes, and the freshness of the oranges are intertwined, which is intoxicating.
After entering the stomach, the stamina is full.
A fiery breath rushed directly to the head, making Iskadar's face instantly flushed.
His eyes narrowed slightly and felt the strong wine.
He spit out a sip of alcohol, that was not the smell of wine, but a charming floral fragrance.
The flower fragrance was fresh and elegant, as if the flowers of spring swayed gently in the breeze.
"Good wine!" Iskadar sighed loudly, his eyes were full of satisfaction and enjoyment.
"I haven't seen the world of buns."
Jin Shining raised his chin slightly. The proud expression seemed to be the master of the world, and everyone else was just a trivial ant.
Take a sip of wine, the movement is elegant and with an indispensable arrogance.
[It is indeed a good wine. .
However, although there is this cognition in his heart, he will never say praise easily.
He just frowned slightly, only to say that the wine could barely enter.
"It tastes good."
His tone was still cold, but the slightly rising corner of his mouth seemed to inadvertently leak his inner satisfaction.
Then, Jin shining waved, a gorgeous light flashed, and took a can of wine from his mysterious king's treasure house.
"Taste this." Jin Shi's voice was with a trace of command.
As the weakest one of the three, Weber became a waiter at this moment.
He carefully picked up the tank, and his hands trembled slightly, showing his inside tension.
His movement was slightly clumsy, but he was very serious.
"It is also a rare wine." Iskadar commented after drinking.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and reflected the taste of the wine, showing a satisfying expression on his face.
Jin Shining stopped talking and stopped talking.
He just sat there quietly, making him unpredictable.
The three of them drank quietly, and the atmosphere seemed a bit dull.
The surrounding air seemed to solidify, only a slight drink to break the silence.
However, Wes and Iskadar broke the silence.
They talked a lot, from war to life, from ideal to the situation.
The bold Isamal said the reason why I participated in the Holy Grail War: "I want to be able to get the body again and conquer the world."
His voice was full of domineering and determination, as if the whole world was under his feet.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
The flames of fighting in his eyes were the desire for conquest and pursuit of glory.
"I'm for 'root'." Wes put down the glass: "In order to go further in magic."
When Kim Shan heard the words of the two, there was a trace of pride in the golden eyes, and suddenly said, "If you surrender to me, I will give you the Holy Grail."
He raised his chin slightly, and the attitude of the world was undoubted, as if his words were the impermanence that could not be violated.
"Really distressed," Iskal scratched his head, showing a helpless smile on his face.
His burly body shakes slightly, as if thinking about the glittering proposal.
"The Holy Grail is not yours."
"All the treasures in the world are from the king." Jin Gan said for granted: "The Holy Grail is just one of the unclear collection of the king."
Of course, the two cannot surrender to the glitter.
They are people with their own pride and beliefs, and they will not easily bow their heads to others.
Iskander and Weiss looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes.
"Hahaha, just take what you like." Iskandar opened his arms, as if embracing the whole world.
His laughter was hearty and heroic, full of desire for challenges.
Weiss smiled, and his smile was calm and composed.
"What a pity, it's rare for the king to be merciful." Jin Shanshan stood up, his posture upright and proud.
The atmosphere became extremely tense in an instant, as if the air had solidified into substance.
A repressive atmosphere permeated the surroundings, making people's heartbeats speed up involuntarily.
The battle seemed to be on the verge of breaking out, and the conflict that was about to break out was like the calm before the storm, full of unknown dangers and tension.
The three stood in a triangle, with a perfect distance between each other, so that they could attack at any time and defend at critical moments.
Like three unshakable sculptures.
Jin Shanshan stood there, revealing pride and majesty in his golden eyes.
He raised his chin slightly, exuding a kingly aura, as if the whole world was under his control.
Iskandar stood proudly, his body seemed to be made of steel, full of strength.
His big hands tightly grasped the hilt of the sword. As long as the time came, he would draw the sword without hesitation and rush towards the enemy.
Weiss's hands drooped naturally, seemingly relaxed, but actually ready to deal with any emergency at any time.
