Chapter 1101 - 894: Finding Tifa, Rescuing the Dragon Mother (2)

Chapter 1101: Chapter 894: Finding Tifa, Rescuing the Dragon Mother (2)

Chun’s heart broke into pieces: "It’s so bitter here..."

Tifa sighed deeply: "Yeah, it feels like overnight, I have nothing left. I knew you would come to find me, but I didn’t expect it to be like this. Here I’m considered an advanced citizen, while I’m a low-level outsider moving population. Fortunately, here they don’t inquire about backgrounds at all—are you busy?"

Chun said: "Not busy!"

Tifa exclaimed excitedly: "A few days ago, I went with Fafnir, Liya, Remia, Eve, and the others to the airship wreckage outside Silver City. I brought back a black box communicator from there. Since it’s an imperial confidential instrument, I’ve always carried it in my space bag. Luckily, I had it with me and brought it out when I fled. These days I haven’t had much work and was too lazy to take it. I devoted myself wholeheartedly to researching this communicator, and coincidentally, my soul from Void received the system upgrade you brought, and I figured out things I couldn’t understand before and cracked the machine!"

Chun hurriedly asked: "And then?"

Tifa said: "The airship’s black box was swallowed by Dragon Mother Astaya, so using this communicator would allow us to find the Dragon Mother, and then we can rescue her!"

Ah, I almost forgot about rescuing the Dragon Mother!

Chun, with nothing else to do: "Alright, let’s go!"

Tifa added: "However, just the two of us may not be enough, so let’s return to Bronze City and release the one underground!"

That’s your mother! Good, let’s complete this task for mom along the way.

"Alright! Can we act now?"

"We can!"

...

Divine Realm, Olympus Mountain City, Bacchus Mansion.

Compared to the initial cold refusal of entry, Michael instantly felt the Bacchus family’s hearty enthusiasm. Michael sat in the center of the banquet hall, with dozens of Bacchus family members gathered together, enjoying good wine, food, and dance.

Michael felt a bit uneasy; this gift box only contained one bottle of wine, and even if each took a sip, it wouldn’t hold against so many people.

It’s better to speak directly with the chief: "Sir, this is the Emperor’s gift wine—"

The chief smiled: "Don’t worry, we are professionals in practicing drink rules. We’ll only have the three top wine tasters present take three sips, then our ability is to replicate the same flavor of wine. All these guests are here to drink the imitation wine, thereby indirectly tasting the thousand-year-old wine."

Michael was stunned: "Your family has this ability?"

The chief laughed: "It’s only a temporary taste, without the same attribute effects, and cannot be stored or sold."

Michael was surprised: "Just simulating the flavor?"

"Yes."

Only then did Michael feel relieved: "Please taste, sir."

Then he watched as three wine tasters took out three crystal clear, clean droppers from the exquisite box they carried, extracted three drops from the wine bottle, then sealed the wine back for Michael.

With such a small amount, there is no issue at all; Michael was completely relieved.

Then followed a process of laboratory experiment with a set of glittering instruments, finally producing a multicolored mist and the result: "Liquid No. 34, 24, 14, mix in a 4:3:1 ratio, pressurize 200,000 Pa for 5 minutes to achieve 80% similar taste, pressurize 300,000 Pa for 24 hours to achieve 90% similar taste..."

The hall was in an uproar.

Michael didn’t understand this part: "What’s the matter?"

The chief marveled: "To us, 90% is barely satisfactory imitation. It proves that this wine is indeed precious; the sediment of years is indeed not something our temporary blending can imitate. We will issue a certificate for Sage sir."

Michael: "Thank you, sir!"

The chief smiled: "But even with only 80% taste, it is enough to satisfy all the guests present. Sage sir, you have a day’s time anyway, so let’s enjoy drinks together."

Wine is the only channel for networking with the Wine God. Michael dared not refuse: "Alright, actually, I have many things I wish to ask sir..."

The chief smiled: "Drink well first, then talk!"

After 5 minutes, a large glass jar of wine was pushed out by the kitchen using a dining cart: "Esteemed guests, the taste can only be maintained for 1 minute, please finish drinking within the time limit."

Having said that, using divine power, the jar was instantly filled into the glasses of everyone present.

The chief warmly greeted: "Sage sir, Cheers!!"

Michael, looking at this large cup, felt a bit insecure: "Cheers!"

With this drink, the screen began to blur.

Michael panicked: "Sir, isn’t this imitation wine? Why is there a drunken effect?"

The chief laughed: "The imitation wine is also blended with real wine, and this real wine’s grade is not low either! Let’s have another cup, 5 minutes later for the next round."

Another round...

Michael hurriedly spoke he was clear-minded: "Sir, there are vacancies for Guardian Gods in Silver City of the Golden Continent, Gem City’s guardian post; the Imperial Church plans to temporarily assign gods, does your family have this intention?"

The chief was surprised: "Wasn’t that the Mermaid serving?"

They didn’t have timely information!

Michael instantly seized the opportunity: "This is the latest news! Perhaps the news hasn’t spread yet."

The chief was surprised: "Why does Sage sir specifically inform us?"

Michael had already thought of the reason: "Because I participated in the Void Eden’s millennium battle, I studied every opponent from the other camp carefully, one of them nicknamed Wine Angel, a Fallen Angel. I’ve collected detailed information on him, he was once Commerce Guardian God of the Imperial Olia Commerce Association. Although he had unexpected incidents, he was indeed an excellent Guardian God. In my clash with him, he performed outstandingly—which made me have goodwill towards his family, that is, your family’s ability, so I specifically came here to talk about this."

The chief was slightly troubled: "Actually, there are many capable families."

Michael said: "First impressions are the most perfect. Your family was the first to leave an impression on me, perhaps it is fate. Besides, your family should have gotten the news relatively early, this is also an opportunity."

The chief asked: "What benefit is there for you?"

Michael bluntly said: "Because Silver Sage, Gem Sage are my friends. They will also fully cooperate with the temporary new god."

The chief nodded but said: "Let’s continue drinking!"

emmmm...

Is this considered a deal then? Only drinking can resolve it.

This second round, all the drink strength came over, Michael was completely unable to resist, screen flickered, cannot listen clearly or see, no, clearly see the wine glass, clearly hear "Cheers"!

Uriel sighed: "Boss, hard work!"

Gabriel laughed: "Not as hard as cleaning toilets."

Michael sighed: "According to what he said, at most it’ll last a day, spending a day to improve relations with the Wine God is worth it..."

Gabriel jokingly asked: "Uriel, haven’t you figured out the cause of the toilet blockage?"

Uriel irritatedly said: "I’m totally a rookie in this area."

Sariel said: "Just suspect that Alpha Beta did it, Alpha might have failed in Shadow Stream City. Here in Count’s Mansion most likely it’s Beta."

Uriel was exasperated: "How can Shadow Demon block the toilet..."

At this moment, Metatron’s live broadcast had new developments, "Guardian God" in line outside Astrology Shop gained respect from citizens, citizens ahead eagerly urged "Metatron" to cut in line.

"Metatron" waved to refuse, but could not resist the citizens’ earnestness, and they pushed him inside the door.

That indeed surprised everyone.

Metatron was even a bit stunned: "Then what is the point of using privileges?"

Gabriel laughed: "So as a Sage, you must pay attention to your image."

Metatron said irritably: "I’m busy designing in the machine room, every second out is precious."

"No need to be in the machine room now..."

As he spoke, "Metatron" came out of the small house carrying a box, then directly flew outside the city.

The live broadcast could not follow, interrupted!

Metatron was even more puzzled: "He’s not going to Gem City, but outside the city? What’s inside the box?"

Gabriel smiled: "Judging from the hints from Guardian God earlier, maybe it’s the Guardian God’s strategy, meant to make others guess, not guess correctly."

Metatron was somewhat helpless: "Or maybe it’s just helping an old lady go outside the city to dump a box of trash, making it look like an important matter, looking as if doing something significant..."