That night, the Dark Elf royal family held a banquet at the palace to entertain the envoys of Belmar.

Yang Jian and his group entered the banquet hall under the guidance of the waiter. For a moment, the bands on both sides played the national anthem of Belmar - "The Queen of Heaven".

Yang Jian listened carefully and found that the lyrics were quite similar to the national anthem of a country in his previous life. They were good at using the powerful parallel sentences, which sounded pleasant.

"What do you think of the national anthem?" Yang Jian murmured to his subordinates.

Hans shrugged, Bob looked like he was playing the piano at a cow, and the sharpshooter expressed a few words of emotion.

"Head, why are we adventurers, and we don't belong to any country, and the national anthem sounds similar to ordinary pop music."

Yang Jian rolled his eyes.

Soon, everyone took their seats, and Elder Shaplen, who was sitting in the seat, was still politely speaking toasts, but the people below couldn't wait to start.

I saw the savage Bob, with a big chicken leg in his left hand and a large bowl of black tequila in his right hand. He was chewing it as if no one was around, drinking a big mouthful of sea, but his eyes were still staring at the plump roast goose not far away.

As the saying goes, Lian Po is old and can still eat rice. The old man held a large bucket of fried rice and scattered it slowly there. From time to time, he scooped out a large spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth, bark and bark.

The sharpshooter Feng is a strict vegetarian, so he tore off a few green leaves to satisfy his hunger and add at most one fruit.

Xiao Qianxi didn't have the heart to eat. She found a big lollipop from some dark elf waiter sister and ate it there with a scent.

"Hahahahaha", Yang Jian laughed warmly, "Elder Xia, you are so kind, I'll treat you to me in a banquet, Yang, I'll give you a cup first!"

Yang Jian picked up a large bowl of tequila and left the seat, and walked straight towards Shaplen's seat.

"My friend Yang Jian, if you are not well-off, Hai Han, Hai Han!"

Seeing this, Shaplun quickly picked up a glass of wine and greeted him.

In the air, two cup shadows drew an arc.

"Bang", with a crisp sound, it collided with each other.

"Come on, I've had this cup, I wish the two countries a friendship for generations and long live the friendship!"

"It's better to obey your orders than to be respectful!"

"Gululu..."

"Suck! What a wine, Elder Xia!" Yang Jian's face suddenly turned red after being poured a glass of wine.

"Oh? Then have another glass!" Shaplun picked up the wine pot beside him and added wine to Yang Jian.

"Gululu...", Yang Jian felt that he was too heavy and could not stand firmly.

"Wine a friend, you can drink a thousand cups." Shaplun started to urge him to drink again.

Hehe, this kid, after all, he is a little tender. If you don’t get you drunk today, how can I get the arms I lost?

"Young man, will you put on your back with such a little wine? Come again!"

"Even the old guy, I can't afford it, it's useless."

"No...I can't do it anymore." Yang Jian's eyes turned black and he fainted.
Chapter completed!