Seeing the foot extended in front of him, Red secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
If he lowered his head, it would mean Brian and Mason would lose their chance to act, and the three of them would have to face that bottle of liquid called “Water,” whose actual composition was unknown.
Adding in the guarantee he had just made, it was highly likely that he would have to finish the entire bottle of Water by himself.
On one side were his good Brothers, and on the other was his most loyal desire.
What choice should he make?
Zhoude turned his head with difficulty to look at his two good Brothers, trying to ask if they had a new plan.
As it turned out… the two over there looked at each other and smiled, silently pouring a cup of water for Red.
“Come, drink up, Red.”
They really were a group of good Brothers!!
As expected of a Heroic Companion; in the most dangerous times, they are your strongest support, but when there is no danger…
Red’s back teeth were nearly crushed from grinding.
Meanwhile, Letia had a pleasant smile on her face as she looked at Red before her.
With his little schemes, she had seen through him long ago, hadn’t she?
Thinking he could pull a fast one? In his dreams.
She wouldn’t go so far as to play some honey trap with Red; after all, she knew the common sense that men generally can’t get it up after being drunk.
As for why she was doing this?
Because teasing Red and watching his conflicted expression was just so much fun~
“Give me a hand, Zhoude.”
The smile on Letia’s face grew increasingly playful, like a cat toying with the prey in its paws.
She deliberately moved her hand holding the cup of “Water” forward another half-inch, her voice sweet enough to be cloying.
“You see, both my hands are occupied, I can’t get free~”
The latter took a deep breath… how could he still smell a faint fragrance?
In any case, he managed to calm down.
Faced with such a dilemma, there was only one way… and that was to burn his bridges!
He was going for it!
Red gritted his teeth, and before Letia could react, he bent down quickly.
The speed of his movement could be described as the speed of a bolt from the blue.
Letia only felt a sudden chill on the sole of her foot, as if a gust of wind had swept past.
She subconsciously looked down.
The thick, handsome Martin Boot on her foot had actually vanished into thin air, leaving only her foot wrapped in White Stockings hanging awkwardly in mid-air.
Meanwhile, Red had already taken the opportunity to make his escape.
“Didn’t see that coming, Letia! This is my escape route!”
Under everyone’s astonished gazes, this man ran out clutching a pair of women’s Martin Boots.
A long-awaited silence fell over the Pub.
Miss Letia, who was usually the one teasing others, was currently barefoot, left alone to be bewildered in the wind.
Without shoes, she really couldn’t chase after him.
The Stockings would get dirty.
However, she had considered ten thousand possibilities, but she never imagined Red would do something like this.
As expected… just as Otto said, on the path of Becoming God, he was drifting further and further away.
He almost didn’t seem like a human anymore.
Turning her head, she saw that during the time she was dazed, Brian and Mason had also long since disappeared, and Tos, who had been lying on the ground, had also vanished.
Although she hadn’t succeeded in her prank, Letia wasn’t discouraged.
She looked at the table full of food and said nonchalantly.
“Whatever~ Enjoying a big feast all by myself is nice and quiet.”
She munched on the crunchy peanuts, “munch, munch,” but her eyes couldn’t help but drift—with a hint of subtle inquiry—toward her pair of feet exposed to the air, wrapped only in White Stockings.
Emmm…
“Speaking of which, there shouldn’t be a smell, right?”
Logically speaking, she should use Holy Light for disinfection and sterilization, so there shouldn’t be any odor.
“And why did they spill the Water of Life I worked so hard to brew.”
Letia straightened the bottle and continued eating.
“Phew~”
Red wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“That was a close one.”
Although he didn’t know what Letia the Monkey was plotting, if he had really drunk that cup of water, he might have been led off to who-knows-where by that Monkey.
Brian and Mason, dragging the half-dead Tos, caught up as well.
“Tsk, tsk,” Brian looked at the Martin Boot in Red’s hand and said admiringly, “Red, your pursuit of desire is truly admirable.”
“Do you think I wanted to do this!”
Red silently gave his group of fair-weather friends the middle finger.
If he hadn’t gone all out, he was certain that these two jerks, Brian and Mason, would have definitely cooperated with Letia to force-feed him that water.
“Speaking of which, was that really water?”
Brian rubbed his chin and said doubtfully.
“Why did I smell such a strong scent of alcohol?”
At this, Red punched his palm, finally realizing something.
“I remember now! That’s a specialty from Letia’s hometown called Water of Life. It’s nearly one hundred percent alcohol.”
“No wonder…”
Mason also nodded in realization.
“If it’s all alcohol, it certainly can burn.”
“Back to the point,” Brian pointed at the Martin Boot in Red’s hand and asked, “Are you still carrying that thing because you plan to go back and use it as ritual material?”
“Let me reiterate: I’m interested in White Stockings, not the shoes… Speaking of which, Letia’s feet really don’t have any smell at all. How does she do it?”
Red suddenly took on the expression of a researching scholar, staring at the Martin Boot in his hand.
“Logically, when wearing Stockings, there should be a lot of sweat. How can there be no smell at all?”
“Red’s attitude of being true to his desire is indeed enviable.”
Mason looked at the distant sunset, as if transforming into a poetic wandering minstrel.
“Shallow people like us who only look at faces and bodies can’t compare. We simply can’t compare.”
Brian also gave an admiring thumbs-up.
“Hey, you two!”
Red looked speechlessly at his two good Brothers who were silently backing away.
“Can you stop acting like you don’t know me?”
“Cough, cough, cough!!”
Just then, Tos, who had been playing dead, struggled to crawl up from the ground.
Miraculously, he hadn’t lost his memory and spoke with the weak voice of a severely ill patient.
“You bastards… when you were dragging me, did you spill that water on me?”
Only then did everyone notice that Tos’s crotch was already soaked through, and passersby couldn’t help but cast disgusted glances at the sight.
“Ah, I think we did,” Brian recalled.
“I accidentally bumped that bottle of Water of Life. It didn’t just spill on Tos; a good portion of it also splashed into the food.”
The group suddenly fell silent for a long moment, then turned their heads to look back at the Riverside Tavern.
They saw that the previously joyful girl now looked as if she had lost her soul, slumped over the table.
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