Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1294

There were a few people in the small tavern.

The sandstorm stopped abruptly in front of the building. When Merle pushed the door open and entered, the few customers, who were drinking, stopped and looked at him.

"Greetings, sir. What can I do for you? Take a seat!"

A beautiful woman with her body more exposed than covered flew over and stopped beside Merle.

"Bring me a bottle of wine,"

Merle replied as he scanned the four people in the room.

Two low-level Celestial God Realm cultivators were sharing one table.

Each of the other two cultivators, who were at the middle-level of the Celestial God Realm, occupied a table.

Now that Merle had detected their cultivation levels, he decided not to behave rashly. He was unsure of whether he could deal with all four singlehandedly.

"Sir, what kind of wine would you like to drink?"

"Whatever you decide."

"All right." Mischief danced in the woman's eyes as she covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. "I'm going to serve you the strongest wine we have. Let's see if you dare to drink it."

Buzz!

The air rippled as the impatient Merle released his god's power.

"Go ahead!"

"Ah, sir, you've got a temper. You scared me to death!" the woman exclaimed. She patted her chest to calm herself, but there were no traces of fear on her face.

"Come on. Take a seat," she said to Merle before turning and ordering, "Serve this guest with our best wine!" She then swept her gaze over Merle. An imperceptible sneer danced at the corners of her lips.

Soon, a large jar of wine was placed on the table.

Merle didn't bother to pour the wine into a bowl. Instead, he lifted the jar and drank straight from it.

The wine was so strong that it left a trailing burning sensation as it ran down his throat into his stomach. Soon, the feeling spread all over his body.

But he kept a straight face as he secretly motivated the bead in his elixir field.

The wine went through his stomach and straight into his elixir field.

With the essence bead's help, the wine turned into a flaming aura and flowed into his meridians.

Gradually, the flaming aura merged with his light golden meridians, making them more flexible.

All Merle wanted was to find relief from the burning sensation brought on by the wine. To his pleasant surprise, it enhanced his meridians. He was so thrilled that he couldn't stop grinning.

"A hundred jars," Merle ordered as greed flashed in his eyes.

His words aroused the curiosity of the other customers, and they raised their heads to look.

The wine was strong, and normally, one jar was more than sufficient for a cultivator. To their astonishment, this young man had asked for a hundred jars. They had never seen that before.

"Young man, don't be greedy. You can't handle so much wine," one of the customers gruffly cautioned Merle.

Merle, however, remained silent.

"Sir, are you sure that you want a hundred jars?" The beautiful landlady smiled spuriously as she flew over to Merle.

"Yes," Merle said and ignored her presence.

"Oh, you've surprised me. This is the first time that someone has ordered a hundred jars of this wine since I opened this tavern. This is a new experience, even for me! Bring him the wine!

Boy, let me speak candidly. If you can't finish these hundred jars of wine, you have to pay double the price. Will that help change your mind then?" The landlady told him the tavern's rules.

"I won't change my mind. Serve the wine." Merle appeared even more impatient.

"Let me drink with you!"

At this time, a burly man, who had been drinking alone, came over and sat next to Merle.

Merle cast the stranger a cautious glare but did not remark. As he was unhappy with the intrusion, killing intent rose in Merle's heart.

A moment later, a hundred wine jars were placed on the table.

Merle silently reached forward, grabbed a jar, opened it, and poured its contents into his mouth.

With a haughty look, the man beside Merle also lifted a jar and drank straight from it. He was even faster than Merle.

They finished one jar after another until each of them had emptied the twentieth jar. By now, the man's skin had turned red, and his body temperature reached tens of thousands of degrees. If it weren't for the array protecting the house, the man's body temperature would probably have been enough to burn the tavern to ashes!