"Lord Velen, what do you think of my move?"
Galdorin couldn't take it anymore!
I can't hold back any longer!
I want to waste resources too!
He channeled a bit of magic to protect his neck, then took out his precious staff, hung it around his neck, and started spinning in circles.
Lord Velen, please notice me!
Sure enough, Galdorin's bizarre actions successfully caught Velen's attention.
"Galdorin, what the hell are you doing?" Velen asked in astonishment.
"Getting older, you know? This helps relieve neck stiffness," Galdorin lied without a hint of shame.
Hearing this, Velen's eyes lit up. He burst into laughter.
"Didn't expect you to be one of us! Come, I've got some fine wine. Tell me your story!"
Wine?!
Galdorin's eyes sparkled.
He was a man who loved his liquor!
More importantly, with Velen's extravagant nature, how could his wine be anything but divine?!
