Card Apprentice Daily Log Chapter 1789 Miscalculation

Chapter 1789 Miscalculation

Date- 16 April 2321

Time- –:–

Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, TSR Guild Headquarters, Blood Rock Cave, Seed World, Inter-Realm City, Sector DS0909, Infinity Library, Exec. VVIP Members Lounge

Gol Kin's spiritual body dissipated because he was completely intoxicated and no longer maintain the shape of his spiritual body. As a result, the devil merchant automatically threw him out of the inter-realm city. This was not its first rodeo, if the devil merchant code did not take such drastic measures the streets of the inter-realm city would be filled with clouds of intoxicated spiritual bodies. After all, spiritual liquor was more stronger and additive compared to any physical liquor out there in the myriad realms.

Listening to Belphegor's excuse Ezra shook his head in regret and said, "Pity, it's hard to find a good drinking companion these days. Devil Merchant Belphegor, will replace your friend and accompany me for a few drinks, my treat." 

The corners of Belphegor's mouth twitched as he barely suppressed himself from yelling out in rage. 'Gol Kin, that idiot. He ruined everything,' Belphegor thought. 

Because of Gol Kin Belphegor was in a position where he would either agree to Ezra's request and get wasted like Gol Kin as he did not have the confidence that he could hold more liquor than Ezra. Or he rejects Ezra's request and comes across as a punk-a.s.s b.i.t.c.h. 

As much as Belphegor wanted to humble the chaos dwarf, he did not dare get intoxicated because that would affect his decision-making when they discussed terms. Then Belphegor noticed that the longer he took to answer the dwarf, the smugness of the dwarf grew more apparent. With this Belphegor lost it and instead of answering the dwarf he emptied his spirit beer in a single sip and then slammed the jug on the table yelling, "Get me a gla.s.s of spirit mushroom dew?" 

"Now you are talking," Ezra cheered hearing Belphegor order a gla.s.s of spirit mushroom dew. Why wouldn't he Belhphegor walked right into his trap. 

"Refill," Belphegor immediately emptied the gla.s.s of spirit mushroom dew his pixie had conjured and ordered a refill. Seeing this Ezra cheered louder.

Listening to Ezra cheer, Belphegor glanced at him and said, "Are just going to cheer or join me?" 

"Hahaha," Ezra laughed seeing Belphegor's attempt to provoke him, emptying the gla.s.s in his hand he replied, "You don't have to remind me, Refill!" 

Seeing Ezra drink and order more spirit mushroom dew, Belphegor's eyes twinkled. He was not being rash when he agreed to Ezra's request. Instead, it was a calculative move on his part. Since his arrival into the Exec. VVIP member box, the dwarf had drunk a couple of beers and a dozen of spirit mushroom dew. So, Belphegor believed that no matter how much tolerance the dwarf had built up for spirit liquor, he would last for another ten or dozen gla.s.ses of Spirit Mushroom Dew. Belphegor knew his limit was about 15 or so gla.s.ses of Spirit Mushroom Dew so he came up with a dubious plan. 

The plan was that Belphegor would accompany the dwarf till it was intoxicated and no longer in control of its element. Then he would finally take the lead in negotiating terms with the dwarf. Inebriated the dwarf would not know heads from tails let alone negotiate with Belphegor. 

According to Belphegor's calculation based on his observation, it would take another five or six gla.s.ses of Spirit Mushroom Dew for the dwarf to be intoxicated, Belphegor believed he could handle a half dozen gla.s.ses of Spirit Mushroom Dew with ease. While he was still sober he would get the intoxicated dwarf would be barely able to sign the words 'I withdraw the appeal against Blight Brood Club' on a contract. Belphegor did not dare to take it far for fear of the young dwarf's elders. 

Confident in his plan, Belphegor accompanied the dwarf for a couple of drinks. But to his dismay, the dwarf did not appear to be drunk after drinking his 18th gla.s.s of spirit mushroom dew. That was when Belphegor realized that he had miscalculated and began to slow his roll. Soon the dwarf ordered his 20th refill yet he appeared as sober as when Belphegor first saw him. 

Belphegor finally felt the despair Gol Kin felt. He wondered what was the dwarf doing with so much spiritual energy. Even if he had a strong tolerance to spirit liquor shouldn't his spiritual reserves be full of spiritual energy and overflowing considering the amount of spiritual liquor he had consumed?

When the dwarf had consumed an entire two dozen gla.s.ses of spirit liquor yet looked sober as the bright sunny morning, Belphegor no longer continued with his charade and looked at the dwarf in disbelief. He felt that the dwarf in front of him was the liking example of stereotypes of the chaos dwarf race. Belphegor wasn't the only one, the two pixies in the box felt the same way. Neither of them had met a client who drank so many gla.s.ses of spirit mushroom dew and still sat erect.

"What happened did you have enough already?" Ezra asked Belphegor seeing he wasn't even pretending to drink his gla.s.s of spirit mushroom dew. 

"Yes, how about we talk about the appeal?" Belphegor replied without thinking. Amazed and impressed by Ezra's drinking capability he forgot about his pride. He wholeheartedly believed the stereotypes surrounding the chaos dwarf race. Especially, the one that claimed that an ocean of liquor would not last the chaos dwarfs a day. 

Suddenly Belphegor's face turned hideous remembering his own words, 'Only an idiot would be foolish enough to compete with Chaos Dwarf in a drinking match.'

"Hahaha, sure. Let us do that," Ezra laughed smugly. Then, as he was about to place his empty gla.s.s on the table in front of him, he placed it a centimeter out of the edge of the table in the air, as a result, the gla.s.s fell to the floor. Seeing this Belphegor's eyes twinkled.