359 They Can Warm Your Bed (1/2)

Leon nodded.

He could guess as much. The special wine made him reminisce of the days back in the Divine Realm. The special wine could be said to be a type of spirit wine.

Something like this cannot be made without at least a few dozen supplementary spirit herbs. Herbs were something the Infertile Plains lacked.

As Leon glanced at the thousands of seated tribesmen, he found it hard to imagine that they would also get to enjoy the same wine. He did not believe the Darkmoon Tribe had the resource needed to treat everyone to the same special wine.

Knowing what Leon was thinking, Chief Valencia explained, ”The wine drank by the other tribesmen is not the same as what we drank. Theirs is relatively more common and easy to make. However, it is not bad either. At least, the strength is not inferior to our special wine.”

Sure enough, Chief Valencia's words confirmed Leon's thoughts. Nevertheless, he had no intention of taking another shot of wine.

It was the first time drinking in this lifetime, but one shot was already enough to make his face flush red with tipsiness.

Although he could forcibly expel the alcohol to regain soberness, he felt it was not bad to occasionally stay in such a state. It helped him relax and place down the burden of responsibilities.

One could say that ever since Leon had awakened his memories, he had never really given himself proper relaxation. There was always something going on that required his attention.

It was not strange for people to go into secluded cultivation for 3 months to several years per session back in the Divine Realm due to the ample richness of Spirit Energy and resources that were held in abundance.

But here, it would already be great if he could even cultivate a week straight without needing to do anything else.

Simply said, the Divine Realm's denizens were too idle with their long life, while mortals on Gaia had little time to do many things.

…

Without asking whether anyone would like another shot, a servant maid faithfully poured each important person on the high seating platform, a new cup of special wine.

Leon was not given the opportunity to refuse. It was like a given that everyone would ask for another shot.

Chief Valencia gave the servant maid an approving nod.

Just as Leon was finding it strange that the stone table before them was still void of food, Chief Valencia clapped her hands and said, ”I'm sure everyone here is famished. It's time to bring out the food.”

It became apparent to Leon that the colossal amphitheater was connected to the Chief Palace next door.

”Food is best served when fresh. Everyone, please dig in.” Chief Valencia gestured with a smile.

”Great! I couldn't wait any longer!” An old Shaman spoke without courtesy and shame as he immediately rushed to grab a drumstick with his outreached hand.

However, someone was even quicker and snatched the drumstick before the old Shaman could. Although it was called a drumstick, it was the size of an ordinary boar's leg ham.

”Hohoho, Old Tinker sure is in a hurry. However, such a fine piece can only be enjoyed by me.” Another old Shaman spoke.

”Y-You! Haiz! I'm too lazy to bicker with you. There's still another piece of drumstick for me.” Old Tinker said.

Unfortunately, the other drumstick was also snatched by another person as the old Shaman reached out for it.

”Hahaha, don't mind if I take the other one.” The person laughed.

When eating a fried Golden Pheasant, there was no doubt that the drumsticks were one of the best pieces to go for. It was not strange for people to fight for it.

”You guys… why are you fighting over the drumsticks with me? Don't you all know how much I love drumsticks?” Old Tinker asked ruefully, feeling regretful for not having quicker hands.

”You always take the drumsticks during mealtime whenever a Golden Pheasant is caught and placed on the dining table. Don't you think it's about time to share your drumsticks with the others?” The old Shaman spoke as he tore through the drumstick with his mouth and ate with great gusto.