River nomads who refuse to have much contact with outsiders are difficult to deal with – but when they learn how important wine is to them, Rhodes has a smile on his face.

Is it wine?

It just so happens that Rod really has some treasures!

The icefield spirits of Gulagas, the absolute spirits made from the ice feather of Anivia.

After fishing out Orn, Rhodes didn't have much Icefield Spirits left, but if it was used to entertain a small number of Great River Nomads...... That's not a big deal.

Rhodes believes that this spirit, which can make Orn feel "strong", will definitely make the river nomads who think they are not drunk with a thousand cups enjoy the taste of three bowls at a time.

And combined with their character of talking as soon as they drink too much, it will be easy for them to get the current internal information of the river nomads!

So Rhodes happily came up with his plan – and Trist and Graves, who had never experienced the Freljord Wine Festival, naturally questioned Rhodes' claims.

Faced with the doubts of the two men, Rhodes poured each of them a glass of icefield spirits.

The next moment, Trist and Graves drank all the liquor in their glasses unconvinced, and then poured it directly on the table with two clangs, unconscious......

Hehe.

Looking at the pair of good friends whose saliva was about to flow into a river on the table, Rod had a disdainful smile on his face.

Offspring, you don't know anything about the true water of life!

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Because the two younger brothers were drunk and unconscious, Rhodes' wine festival plan was delayed by three days than expected.

Although Graves is a regular drinker, that's all he does - as for Trist, he was completely provoked by that glass of Icefield spirits.

As a result, the two guys did not wake up for three whole days, or they were still breathing steadily, I am afraid that others would even suspect that they were dead......

And on the fourth day, when they were fully recovered, the two guys decisively accepted Rod's plan.

"With this kind of liquor, you can definitely cry those people every minute!" Graves patted his chest and said, "No matter how much they drink, they can't resist it!" ”

"That's right, that's right." Trist looked apprehensive, "This wine is so horrible that I don't think the most terrible sweat pills have any effect on it......"

"That's it." Rhodes nodded and finally confirmed the plan, "Hire a group of River Nomads as part-time workers, and then have a drink with them at the dinner party - we drink normal liqueur, they come to this Ice Plain spirit, get drunk, and ask about the current things inside the River Nomads." ”

"To get more definite information." Trist thought for a moment and added, "It's better to choose someone with a higher status for this hire - we can choose to hire a guide and say we're going to explore the surrounding forest, so that most of the people who accept the hire should be good hands." ”

"Feasible." Rod was satisfied with Trist's train of thought, "This method works best when used the first time, so we must choose a perfect target......"

Soon, Graves himself found the local Great River Wanderer, and he inquired with a cigar who was the most prominent guide, and then said the same thing, and found the one who seemed to be the most high-ranking of all the guides.

After paying a large sum of silver snake coins, Trist returned to the supply depot with three guides, who agreed to go on a three-day expedition that would also serve as exploration assistants.

After returning to the supply station, Graves postponed the exploration under the pretext that there was a problem with the exploration materials, and in the evening, a large ship arrived at the temporary dock outside the supply station, and the supply station received new supplies.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen." After instructing the working sailors to receive supplies, Graves took the initiative to find the three river nomads, "There was a slight deviation in the plan, we were going to go into the rainforest this afternoon - but now it seems that we may need to delay it until tomorrow." ”

"Who's going to be involved?" The oldest-looking, highest-ranking guide asked, "I mean, these guys who are working are also part of the exploration team?" ”

"The sailors?" Graves gestured to the people who were busy in the night, "Yes, they're among them. ”

"They should be resting." The old guide frowned, "Exploring the rainforest is not an easy task, and at this time, they should finish their dinner and get ready to rest, so that they can have enough energy to face the problems that may arise tomorrow - instead of being busy as they are now." ”

"No way." Graves grimaced, "If you can...... Could you please help me a little bit as well? We can postpone tomorrow's exploration a little bit - the kind that Silver Snake Coin paid for. ”

Hearing Graves' request, the guides looked at each other and finally agreed.

After all, helping to unload cargo is still a good job compared to exploring the rainforest.

For the same money, why not do something simple?

In this way, the three guides became one of the unloaders—and with the best of all of them, they finally completed everything before the moon rose over the willows.

When the last stones were finally put away, the sailors began to shout for a feast and a drink—and Graves, after a few reprimands, "reluctantly" "pushed the boat," and "as a courtesy" he invited three guides.

Faced with an invitation to drink, the three guides agreed without thinking.

So, a night banquet finally kicked off.

At first, the whole banquet was normal, everyone ate and drank, pushed the cups and changed the lamps, just like the most ordinary banquet - but as they drank, suddenly the topic ran to the delicate topic of "which race is the most drinkable race in Valoran".

Most of the sailors at the banquet were Bilgewaters, but some of them came from other countries, and in this case, they naturally chose to boast about themselves.

So, a drinking meeting began.

Originally, the three guides didn't want to be involved, but when a sailor from Noxus said that the nomads who drank alcohol and went to the river were rubbish, they finally couldn't stay out of it.

"Hey, Noxus bastard, why don't we have a fight?" The eldest guide's eyes widened, "Don't think you've seen a lot of things after walking a few places, when Lao Tzu started drinking, you weren't even liquid!" ”

"Who wouldn't brag?" The other party chose to ridicule each other for the first time, "Fight for wine, fight for wine, I don't take advantage of you, I'll come, one to three - one of you and one of you, I have three cups, and I will lose if I pour it!" ”