56 Chapter 56
"I understand, Quickstep. I will keep your words locked in my heart." Meric answered the bald immortal. He tried using flattery when he mimicked the naked man before him. The weak would always fawn on the strong. It was one of the laws of nature.
"Hahaha! You are a wise person, my friend." Quickstep said to Meric. He then waved his hand and the air generated from the action, whisked all the empty bottles towards him. The bottles lined up perfectly in the air.
"Okay. Let's see.
1 bottle
2 bottles
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10 bottles." Quickstep began counting using his fingers. He tried using his toes next to tally the proceeding numbers.
"Do you want help, Quickstep?" Meric asked the bald immortal. He observed him for almost 30 minutes already and he was still not done in counting the empty bottles before him. There were no more people left inside the dining hall, save the two of them.
Meric wanted to take this chance to cement his relationship with this odd immortal. Of course, he had fantasized about assassinating Ezedius in his weakened state. But he knew an attempt would not be successful. That sugar tongued Ezedius had sweet talked almost a hundred wives in his bed.
This was nothing unusual for people in power to have a harem of women. Meric himself had a thousand women in his collection. Ezedius was different though. He choose only the best and the strongest. All of those hundred wives and mistresses of his have Human Cultivation.
Even three of them had already stepped on the late stage of that rank. They were all fierce warriors and combat veterans in their own right. These harsh lands had honed them well. He assumed that this was also the reason why Ezedius did not invite even a single wife in this celebration.
The big three among his harem would definitely find ways to cause trouble when they get to see each other within this dining hall. Thus, it was suicide to attack the city mayor now.
"Thank you, my friend. Hmmm. Can you please hold your hands up?" Quickstep said to Meric. He was glad that his friend had not left him yet. It was good for someone to have his back again. This was what friends are for, Quickstep thought while he was feeling lucky and blessed.
"Like this, Quickstep?" Meric asked after he raised his hands up above his head. The tips of his fingers just barely reached the chest level of the bald immortal.
"Good. Don't move, okay? I'm going to start now.
21 bottles
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30 bottles. Hmmm. Still not enough. Can you take off your armored shoes, my friend?" Quickstep said to Meric. There were many uncounted bottles left even after he used the hands of his friend. He needed Meric's toes to add to the count.
"There are 2,519 bottles, Quickstep." Meric said to the bald immortal. He could not help but say how many bottles there were. Meric feared the Quickstep would request even more other things to take off. He was not willing to gamble on that possibility.
"Hahaha! You are a wise person, my friend." Quickstep said to Meric. He then waved his hand and the air generated from the action, whisked all the empty bottles towards him. The bottles lined up perfectly in the air.
"Okay. Let's see.
1 bottle
2 bottles
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10 bottles." Quickstep began counting using his fingers. He tried using his toes next to tally the proceeding numbers.
"Do you want help, Quickstep?" Meric asked the bald immortal. He observed him for almost 30 minutes already and he was still not done in counting the empty bottles before him. There were no more people left inside the dining hall, save the two of them.
Meric wanted to take this chance to cement his relationship with this odd immortal. Of course, he had fantasized about assassinating Ezedius in his weakened state. But he knew an attempt would not be successful. That sugar tongued Ezedius had sweet talked almost a hundred wives in his bed.
This was nothing unusual for people in power to have a harem of women. Meric himself had a thousand women in his collection. Ezedius was different though. He choose only the best and the strongest. All of those hundred wives and mistresses of his have Human Cultivation.
Even three of them had already stepped on the late stage of that rank. They were all fierce warriors and combat veterans in their own right. These harsh lands had honed them well. He assumed that this was also the reason why Ezedius did not invite even a single wife in this celebration.
The big three among his harem would definitely find ways to cause trouble when they get to see each other within this dining hall. Thus, it was suicide to attack the city mayor now.
"Thank you, my friend. Hmmm. Can you please hold your hands up?" Quickstep said to Meric. He was glad that his friend had not left him yet. It was good for someone to have his back again. This was what friends are for, Quickstep thought while he was feeling lucky and blessed.
"Like this, Quickstep?" Meric asked after he raised his hands up above his head. The tips of his fingers just barely reached the chest level of the bald immortal.
"Good. Don't move, okay? I'm going to start now.
21 bottles
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30 bottles. Hmmm. Still not enough. Can you take off your armored shoes, my friend?" Quickstep said to Meric. There were many uncounted bottles left even after he used the hands of his friend. He needed Meric's toes to add to the count.
"There are 2,519 bottles, Quickstep." Meric said to the bald immortal. He could not help but say how many bottles there were. Meric feared the Quickstep would request even more other things to take off. He was not willing to gamble on that possibility.
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