"Cheers!"
Agatha said as she raised her glass.
"Cheers!" The witches responded with a loud roar. Dozens of glasses were raised into the air and clinked together. Among them were the Taquila people who had lost their sense of taste, as well as the higher-ups of the Union who had become carriers. This was especially so for the latter two — for those who had experienced the last Battle of Divine Will and suffered great despair and helplessness, at this moment, they could finally put down the heaviest stone in their hearts. They could laugh heartily with everyone, and their smiles were even more radiant than the others.
Not all sacrifices would be rewarded, and not all perseverance could wait until dawn. Because of this, when hundreds of years of sacrifice and perseverance were not in vain, it was even more touching.
"Well..." Nana looked curiously at Pasha and the others and said, "Can you really taste it by drinking like this?"
The God's Punishment Witches had only lost their sense of taste, but Pasha, Alethea, and Celine's drinking method was completely beyond everyone's imagination. They curled up their tentacles and poured the wine over their heads as if they were taking a bath.
"Of course, although we don't have mouths, we can use the short tentacles on the surface to distinguish tastes and absorb water, and our senses are far stronger than ordinary people," Pasha replied with a smile. "In addition, the carrier's sense of taste is different from that of humans, so we can taste things we've never experienced before." "Wow... what's that taste?
"Wow... what's that taste? I want to know! "Lightning's eyes lit up.
"According to the research of the Quest Society, people can't understand things they've never encountered, so even if she told you, it would be hard for you to imagine." The Ice Witch refilled her glass. "If you want to go beyond this limit, the only way is to become a carrier."
"Agatha, do you want to..." Celine was a little surprised.
"Yes, when all this is over, I want to transfer my soul and rebuild the Quest Society." Agatha nodded calmly. "A witch's lifespan is only 100 years. If I can become a carrier, I can continue my research." Then she smiled at Lightning and said, "People like you who are curious about the unknown are the most suitable for the Quest Society. How about it, are you interested in joining us? "
"But if I become a carrier, I won't be able to fly, right?" Lightning thought for a moment. "I haven't even finished exploring this world. When the day comes that I can no longer fly, maybe I'll consider it. "
"Phew … What are you thinking? You make it sound like the Battle of Divine Will is over." Lorgar heaved a sigh of relief after finishing a large glass of wine. "We've only just defeated the demons. There are more powerful enemies on the other side of the continent! No one can guarantee that the war will end once we reach the Bottomless Land. Therefore, all we need to do today is drink to our heart's content in celebration! "As she spoke, she touched the wine barrel beside her." Eh? It seems to be empty … Where's the new wine? "
"Let's drink slowly, everyone. Evelyn has to make too much wine today." Molly commanded the magic servants to remove the empty wine barrels. "After all, the entire floating island is celebrating tonight. Even if she tried her best, she wouldn't be able to make it."
Whether it was the Chaos Drinks or the wine, they were all goods of enjoyment. Naturally, it was impossible to waste precious manpower to transport them before the departure. Therefore, the simplest way was to bring Evelyn along — as long as there was water, it could produce wine continuously. However, when everyone was celebrating their victory, these reserves were not enough.
"Pfft." Anna, who was sitting at the head of the table, suddenly laughed.
"What's the matter?" Everyone cast their gazes at her.
"No … Nothing. I just thought of something interesting." Anna shook her head. "Roland used to say that he didn't understand why those simulations of civilization evolution would place so much importance on wine. Even if there was a lack of food and clothing, as long as there was some wine, happiness and satisfaction would rise. And if there was only food and clothing, he would still create trouble. It's simply unreasonable. Now, from the looks of it, it's not completely unreasonable. "
"Ahh … Here we go again. Big Brother's weird words." Tilly rolled her eyes.
Everyone burst into laughter.
"By the way, isn't His Majesty done with his work? It shouldn't be a problem for him to temporarily put aside his work for a while, right? "Vendy asked.
Roland only attended the celebration at the very beginning. After giving a short opening speech to the entire island, he returned to his office. According to him, the demons would soon come knocking on his door. He had to first settle the matters at hand to have a general grasp of the upcoming plan. After he was done with these matters, he would come up to celebrate with everyone.
"I'll rush him," Anna said as she stood up.
"Then I'll leave it to you," Vendy said with a smile.
The cave where the witches were celebrating wasn't far from where Roland was. After passing through a long and narrow passageway, she arrived at the office beneath the command post. In fact, it wasn't only Roland who was busy. There were incessant footsteps coming from the command post and the General Staff's corridor. Clearly, they knew that the journey to the Bottomless Land was the most crucial part of the entire plan.
Of course, her visit to Roland wasn't entirely to let him relax. Nightingale was by his side at that moment, and she had promised that the appointed time would be after the battle.
With this in mind, Anna knocked on the door.
"Come in, the door isn't locked." The person who answered her was Nightingale.
Upon seeing Anna, she was clearly surprised, and even her expression turned unnatural. "Uh, why are you here …"
"Of course it's for the appointment."
"Just, just now? Wait … I'm not prepared yet … "
Anna revealed a rare crafty smile. "I lied to you. I only got him to drink at everyone's request. "
"So that's how it is …" Nightingale heaved a sigh of relief, but she also felt a sense of loss.
"But the appointment is also a part of it. There's no harm in saying it all at once." Anna looked at the sleeping Roland who was slumped over the table. "Is he still in the Dream World?"
Nightingale took a while to realize that Anna was doing it on purpose. She could only say helplessly, "Yes, he said he needs to check on the research progress of the Graycastle Design Bureau's new project. He also needs to discuss the follow-up matters with that Senior Lord. He'll be back soon. If you wish to wake him up, just nudge him. According to him, these matters can be interrupted at any time. After all, the time won't change. "
Anna nodded and gently nudged Roland.
The latter didn't react.
"Strange, I should have been able to wake him up like this in the past. Could it be that he's too tired from preparing for the plan these days?" Nightingale pressed on Roland's shoulder and shook him back and forth, but she still couldn't wake him up.
She tried to use more strength to push his body up, but he fell backward without any reaction until he leaned against the back of the chair. His hands slid down weakly and hung by his waist, as if he had completely lost consciousness.
Both of their expressions instantly changed!
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