Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 101 Fake Alcohol Harms Lin!

The swordswoman and Gebu sat on opposite sides of the round table, one facing left, the other facing the other—also to the left. (Yes, face to face.)

It's awkward, extremely awkward.

The little girl walked over to Dove and used a handkerchief to wipe the beer spilled on the mercenary's face.

The dwarf Dulin patted Geb on the back to help him catch his breath. Geb slapped the dwarf's hand away, glared at the mercenary, and said:

"If I hadn't been lucky, I would have died! Can't you use your brain before you act?!"

"If I wanted to kill you, would you still be alive?" The swordswoman met Gebu's gaze and replied without flinching.

The two men disagreed and slammed their fists on the table, trying to get up—Dulin and the child quickly pressed them both back down.

"Gebu hired me as his assistant, and he pays me two silver coins a day, plus room and board," the hostage told the knife-wielding woman. "He also promised to take me to Silverwater City and then return the ring to me."

The little girl glanced at Gebu, her eyes darting around, and added, "You also need to teach me how to make potions."

"Hey, don't try to extort me, hostage. I didn't agree to that..." Gebu had just opened his mouth when the little girl winked at him slyly and secretly made a gesture of removing her mask.

What the hell... are you trying to blackmail me?!

Gebu was half angry and half proud—this little girl is hard to learn good things, but she can go astray so easily! She's truly worthy of being my assistant.

"Ah, yes, that's true." The halfling swallowed his protest and casually agreed. Anyway, he'd need the hostage for hard labor later, so he might as well teach him.

Upon hearing this, the dwarf and the mercenary looked at the halfling with some disbelief—Gebu turned his face away.

"Is that really true?" the mercenary asked suspiciously. "He didn't blackmail you into saying this, did he? You can tell the truth. I won't let him get away with this."

"It's true," the hostage replied without hesitation.

The mercenary lowered her head, a fleeting look of guilt crossing her face. But when she looked up again, her expression had returned to one of annoyance, as if everyone owed her money.

"...No matter what, it's still very inappropriate to send a young girl to a brothel. I disagree."

"Who asked you..." Gebu muttered.

"What's a chicken coop?" the little girl asked. "A pink house?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. You'll understand when you grow up," Geb and the mercenary said at the same time.

The two of them paused for a moment, then turned away, sulking. A long silence fell over the room.

The female mercenary, Geb, remained silent, and neither Dulin nor the child dared to speak first.

silence.

silence.

"Snoring..."

The old drunkard, who had just been knocked unconscious by the woman with the knife, began to snore softly. The waitress came over and kicked him in an annoyed manner.

The snoring grew louder.

The waitress, having just finished cleaning up the storeroom that the two men had made a mess of, looked at the large pile of wine jugs on the round table and said irritably:

"Do you still need it? No, I'll take it. What bad luck to run into something like this in the middle of the day..."

"Yes, yes," Gebu quickly replied.

"How about next time, Geb brothers? I'm really going to adjust the equipment... Don't forget about tomorrow," Dulin said from the side.

"No way, these cocktails cost a lot of money, we can't waste them." Geb glanced at the old drunkard and the disgruntled waitress; he knew he had no chance with either of them...

The original plan was to have humans taste-test the wine, but they all failed!

Gebu's gaze shifted to the silent swordswoman beside him.

unless……

The swordswoman glanced at Gebu.

"Why are you looking at me? It's disgusting."

"You almost killed me, but I'm magnanimous and won't pursue the matter—but you have to do me a favor."

"ha?"

"Want a drink? My treat." Gebu raised a wooden wine glass and waved it at the woman with the sword.

"You, drinking with me, a halfling?" The mercenary glanced at Geb with disdain. "Go sit at the children's table. I've never seen a halfling finish a glass of barley wine without getting drunk."

"So what if you're tall? Are you discriminating against me? You dare?"

"Hey! I'm thirsty, bring it on—who's afraid of who!" The female mercenary slammed her hand on the table, causing dozens of wine glasses to shake.

Upon hearing that there was wine to drink, the old drunkard somehow got up, went to the table, tied a napkin around his neck, and sat up straight.

The maid rolled her eyes at the group: "I'm off work... Call me when you're done. I'll put the cleaning fee on your tab, halflings."

"Alright, lock the door when you leave—no one is allowed to leave until we finish drinking today!" Gebu shouted heartily.

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3 PM.

Swordswoman: "This recipe is a bit too spicy, it's too salty. I'd give it a 5 out of 10, that's the highest I can go. You need to add some more juice."

Dwarf: "This sugar water needle won't prick you... Ah, is there wine in it? 3 points."

Old Drunkard: "This wonderful nectar reminds me of plump grapes. When you bite into them, the tempting juice bursts out, like the summer sun exploding on your tongue. 8.3 points."

Meat ticket: Glug glug, drinking milk.

Geb: "Adjust the recipe, less wine, more grape juice... Wait a minute, I'll write it down."

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6 PM:

Swordswoman: "Uh... let me drink some water to rinse my mouth, my tongue is numb... this wine is a bit stronger than the last one, is it green apple? I'd give it a 4 out of 5, I don't really like the taste of apples."

Dwarf: "There's a faint mushroom smell... Ah, the cup wasn't washed, was it? You're saying this is mold? I can't taste it? Hmm? Why are there little people here?"

Old Drunkard: "The unripe fruit is like lost youth, sour on the palate, but sweet in the aftertaste. This wine reminds me of my first love... that freckled girl in the market, her bright red hair fluttering in the autumn sun... 9.3 points."

Meat ticket: Glug glug ...

Gebu: "I have a bit of a headache... I'm going to get a mask later... oh no, I mean, go to the bathroom. Ticket, could you keep track of my points?"

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10 PM:

Swordswoman: "I... hiccup, I'm fine, hurry up and give it to me! Geb! What are you dawdling for! Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you have a clone... you little brat."

Dwarf: "Ancestor! Grandfather! What are you doing on the other side of the river, Grandfather! Wait a minute, I'm coming right now... Ah, what do you mean I can't go? Am I not worthy? I will definitely revive the Jinkra clan, you just wait and see!"

The old drunkard said, "I never thought that after living and drinking for so many years... I would actually be able to taste such a fine wine. I will name this recipe 'Wine for the Gods.' Gebu, I admire you very much."

Hostage: "Grandpa, your sunglasses fell off."

Gebu: "Ugh... I can't vomit... Let me write this down... Ugh... Spiritual liquor."

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2 a.m.

Hostage: "Hoo..."

Dwarf: "Blanca, my Blanca... how did you become a golem? What's so good about being one... You've gone mad, completely mad... But I will keep my promise..."

The old drunkard: "It's almost time... Take care, Gebu, I'm off. Long live Chaos—"

The swordswoman: "Geb... don't go... yes, I can still, I can still drink... hiccup... I didn't expect you to take in little Tani... quite unexpected, I thought you were an extremely selfish guy... you halfling are quite interesting..."

Gebu: "No, don't pat my back, I'm going to throw up... Ugh... And you're still talking about me... Didn't you kidnap this person and that person at first, acting like an old bandit... But after a couple of days you treated your hostage like your little sister and even backed her up. You're such a coward, what are you pretending to be cool for... Ugh."

Swordswoman: "...Shut up, or I'll kill you."

Geb: "You try...you're strangling me! Hurry, I need to pee..."

Swordswoman: "You're going to wet your pants. I'm not letting you go."

Gebu: "Let go of me, you piece of iron, it's uncomfortable..."

Swordswoman: "What did you say...?"

Gebu: "Ugh... I can't breathe, loosen my legs... wait, I have to... I have to refresh my mask... ugh..."

Swordswoman: "Shh...shh, go to sleep, go to sleep..."

Geb: "Ugh... ugh."

It's black in front of you.