Chapter 0130 – This is a Prejudice in Itself – Absolute Returns

by GreatBrother(위대한 다오 형제)

Silence, spreading between the two.

The silence was so long, so heavy, that it seemed to freeze the entire space.

The jug of wine I brought was the very same kind that the Drunken Demon couldn’t forget before he died. It was brewed by a small brewery near the Heavenly Demon Sect, and no one knows why he wanted to drink this pot of wine. And it was precisely because he drank this pot of wine that he died.

"Why did you bring this jug of wine?" The Drunken Demon’s voice trembled slightly, and his eyes became mesmerized.

His reaction made me even more convinced that there must be some story hidden behind this jug of wine.

I pretended as if nothing had happened, ”It’s because you’re making me unhappy. I thought you were expecting some expensive wine, so I just found a tavern and bought this jug. Since you sent me an empty jug to test me, you should have expected me to bring this ordinary wine. What, is there something wrong with this wine?"

I purposely acted skeptical and counter-intuitive, trying to poke around.

The Drunken Devil gave me a deep look and digressed, "You kid, you’ve got quite a temper."

"In this world, who doesn’t have some temper? It’s just that everyone is restraining it." I shot back without showing any weakness.

The Drunken Demon relaxed his body and leaned back in his chair again, asking, "You said you know what it’s like to drink away your sorrows, what, have you been through something too?"

"I was addicted for a while."

The Drunken Devil snorted, "What, the troubles of the young are considered troubles?"

As I’ve said before, the passing of youth counts as passing, and he’s purposely taking my words and turning them against me.

"I understand, young and vigorous." The drunken devil said, "I understand your feelings, who hasn’t been young? Just, there are some things that age can’t change, just like this pot of wine, you have to drink it even if you are angry."

He said, pouring himself another glass of wine and drinking it down.

"Shit!"

He slammed his wine glass on the table, and it fell apart in pieces. With a wave of his hand, the pieces flew up out of thin air and landed in the corner, piling up into a small mountain.

The Drunken Devil picked up a new wine glass, filled it, and said, "You have one too."

"I’m angry but I don’t want to drink." I refused.

"Why?"

"I didn’t plan to drink when I came here today. Drinking with you, I was afraid I would lose control of my emotions."

"You’re pretty cautious, so have you thought about how you’re going to make a deal with me without a drink?"

"I can grant you one condition, but today, we will only drink and talk about nothing else."

"I should be the one to say that, right? I don’t want to get drunk and agree to any unreasonable requests from you in a haphazard manner."

"Yes, I promise you."

I picked up the jug and took a swig straight from the spout.

"Good wine! Strong enough!" I couldn’t help but exclaim, and even though I only took a sip, my throat felt like it was on fire.

"Would you like a taste?" I asked, holding up the jug.

The drunken devil shook his head.

I took the jug, walked across to the Drunken Devil, sat down, and said, "When I drink, I like to eat something."

"What kind of drinker drinks like you, it’s not boozy at all."

"What’s the use of booze? The body is most important. It’s not like I’m a real alcoholic."

I picked up a silver needle and tried sticking it into one of the dishes in front of me, trying to see if it was poisoned.

When the Drunken Devil saw this, he suddenly became furious: "What do you mean by that? Could it be that I would poison the wine and food to harm you?"

"I’m not doing this just to be on the safe side. Who knows if you are that kind of person." I deliberately provoked him.

The Drunken Devil grabbed the dish I was trying and stuffed it into his mouth, saying viciously, "Am I the Drunken Devil that kind of person? Don’t worry about eating it, it’s not poisoned!"

"I don’t believe it, what if it’s poisoned?"

I picked up another silver needle and stuck it into another dish.

The Drunken Demon grabbed the dish once again and shoved it into his mouth, roaring, "You have to trust me! I hate people who poison their drinks and dishes! If I find out, I’ll have to eat them alive!"

I looked at his exasperated appearance and said lightly, ”You are quite fond of food, please keep it up in the future as well, don’t waste the chef’s intentions. Is this dish a flower? You can only look at it but not eat it?"

To be honest, the reason I said that was to get him to eat more. I’m sure no one but me would dare advise him to drink less and eat more food.

This guy, if he keeps on like this, sooner or later he will still die from drinking. He obviously likes wine so much and is so knowledgeable about it, how can he die from drinking?

It’s no longer a question of which side he’s on, even if he does evil in the future and dies at my hands, I hope he dies by my sword, not by alcohol poisoning.

How sad would it be for a person to lose their life because of something they love?

If he could see himself in the future, I can guarantee that he would have chosen to kill himself.

"Come on, drink!" The Drunken Demon raised his glass.

"If you don’t eat, I won’t drink."

"Eat eat eat! You kid, there’s really nothing you can do about it!"

"That’s right."

We clinked glasses and drank it all down.

I know he is in poor health and should not drink any more, but he doesn’t seem to have any intention of stopping.

I was drinking and not moving as I worked my well-honed art of flattery.

"You are the most handsome demon lord I have ever seen."

"That’s what everyone says."

Kissing ass is also a technical work, just say good can not, but also with a little reversal, in order to play a better effect.

"To be honest, you are so perfect looking that it rather makes me feel a bit unreal and unapproachable."

"Are you, boy, resenting the fact that I’m too handsome to make you mortals ashamed of yourselves?"

Is there anyone in this world who doesn’t like to hear others praise their good looks? The Drunken Devil was clearly flattered and took another drink.

"I think back in the day, I was in the middle of all the flowers, not touching a single leaf. Can you imagine? The righteous warrior woman and the demonic demoness of the devil religion fought over me and fought …… ah, what a nostalgic memory!"

Maybe it was the alcohol that got the best of him, he suddenly got excited, stood up violently, ripped off his shirt, and then jumped into the lake.

He swam around in the lake like a madman, and it took a while before he rejoined the pavilion.

He was covered in water droplets, his bronzed skin glistening in the sunlight, and his firm muscles were covered in scars, large and small.

It was only then that I noticed that the other Demon Elders should have quite a few of these scars on their bodies as well, right? Just like when I got bruises all over my body in order to find the materials for the Soul Recovery Technique, these scars, they are all symbols of their status.

"Whew! Finally sobered up a bit, come on, let’s keep drinking!" The Drunken Demon casually grabbed his clothes and haphazardly draped them over his body before starting to drink again.

I sipped my wine slowly, and although he kept drinking non-stop, he didn’t force himself on me, which was a relief.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Drunken Devil asked suddenly.

"Please clarify."

The drunken devil’s reasoning blew my mind.

"Because you all don’t come to me. Your big brother doesn’t come to me, you don’t come to me, you guys go to see the other Demon Lords, why don’t you see me? Is it because you look down on me?"

"If that were true, I wouldn’t be here today."

"Then why did you come? Don’t give me that crap about the main character making his final appearance."

"It just seems to me that you don’t seem to be interested in this battle for the heir apparent."

"Me?"

"Isn’t it?"

"What does it have to do with whether I like drinking or not, and whether I want to compete for the position of Sect Leader or not? There is absolutely no conflict between the two, right? Does someone who likes to drink necessarily have to be a good person? Must he have no ambition? Who stipulated this?"

"It seems that I have misunderstood you again. You are truly a collection of contradictions."

"This damned world!"

The drunken demon took another drink, he seemed to have taken to using alcohol to numb himself, both in happiness and anger.

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