"Bulkess, that hell demon we want to know what you are talking about."

Odin was a little uneasy, and he couldn't react to Bulcaisel's changes one after another. But facing a strong man who was obviously unbeatable and had no ill intentions, he couldn't jump out and ask for a beating.

"Why do you think I came here? If I hadn't brought the wrong wine, I would have invited you to drink this?"

Volusk warned Bulcaisuo in various ways to maintain his dignity, at least in front of large groups of people.

There weren't many people around now, and Bulcasso didn't bother to show off.

According to him, when have barbarians ever cared about other people's opinions? Even contempt and ridicule can't stop barbarians from making devil sauce. What use are other people's opinions?

He is still feeling sorry for his wine. This wine has just been brewed not long ago, and he has not even had time to drink it.

If this was the only high-end wine he carried with him, he wouldn't have taken it out.

This is about the dignity of a winemaker.

Bulcasso pulled out the cork of the bottle, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the hall in an instant.

"Okay, that's all the news I told Gu Yi before. There is nothing else to say except the news about the Seven Demon Kings of Hell."

Bulkesso motioned to Odin and the others to quickly taste the wine on the table, otherwise he might regret stuffing the wine back into his backpack.

Gu Yi smiled and took the lead in taking a bottle of wine and uncorking it.

Odin and Frigga did the same.

"Drink. I heard that Asgardians have a good capacity for drinking. You can even drink a bottle of wine without getting drunk."

Bulcaisel took the wine bottle and clinked it with Odin first, and then clinked the glasses one by one.

After going through the necessary procedures, I poured it directly into my mouth.

"Drink."

Looking at Odin and Frigga who were a little stunned, Ancient One could only remind him, and then took a small sip.
Chapter completed!