Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 In addition to the enhancement of the talent [Predatory], another talent of Corleone [Persuasiveness] has also changed. The original function of this talent is to enhance the lobbying ability and trust in others.

　　 At present, there is also an additional effect, which is to increase the deterrence to others, and achieve better results when performing acts such as [extortion].

　　 Corleone has no interest in this talent, he doesn't want to blackmail others.

　　 At this time, the level of his new class [Bandit] is level 1, and the way to upgrade can be obtained by participating in bandit activities and fighting to gain experience points.

　　 It was getting late. Someone had set up a bonfire in the camp. In addition, there were several long tables and many wooden benches placed near the bonfire.

　　Some members of the blood gang were grilling mutton, and some helped put various cheeses, breads, and fruits on the table.

　　Many of the fresh ingredients are bought from nearby villages, including the 4 roasted whole lamb.

　　, of course, is called the highlight of the Ariel wine in several large clay pots. When someone opens the lid, the smell of wine comes oncoming.

　　 But Corleone was a little scared about this, he hadn't forgotten the memory of the last banquet.

　　 "Oh! Our protagonist is here today, hahaha!" The boar man yelled cheerfully, holding a few jujubes in his hand.

　　 The other members also finished their work one after another, all gathered around the bonfire. Giuliano stood in the center of the circle quietly looking at the faces of each member.

　　 He raised the glass goblet in his hand with a smile on his face.

　　 "Don't talk nonsense, full!" Giuliano didn't make any long comments, and that was not his style. All the members cheered frantically, one after another like "wolf howling".

　　 Corleone was also stuffed with a wooden bowl in his hand, and the smiling face on the side helped him pour the Ariel, which exudes a strong smell of anise, and the color is crystal clear and transparent.

　　 But this wine can't be drunk directly. You need to add water. When the smiling face is poured into a wooden bowl with some water, the wine immediately becomes milky white, and it is frothy and has a strong smell.

　　 This is probably the reason why it is called "Lion Milk". After all, the quality of the variety called "extreme spirit" by the dwarves is definitely not ordinary.

　　 "To celebrate the joining of the new members, I will do this first!" Giuliano held the exquisite goblet in his hand and drank it very simply.

　　 This high concentration of spirits even made his face flush immediately.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" Everyone drank the spirits in their hands, Corleone could only bite the bullet and drank it. He didn't dare to take a small sip. After all, the last time he tried small sips, his mouth and throat were spicy. It doesn't work.

　　 While standing beside Corleone's smiling face, a small hole broke in the white mask he was wearing, and he poured the spirits directly into it.

　　 "Corleone, let's go on, can't you just get a bowl of wine?" The Boarman put his nose around Corleone's neck and said drunkenly.

　　 Corleone didn't care about the nasty words, he wouldn't recognize it under everyone's gaze, and he simply drank with the boar man.

　　 The two of them took the wooden bowl and started to do it directly. The blood gang members on the side kept booing. Someone was playing with the knife and finger piercing on the table, that is, holding a dagger and quickly passing it back and forth between the open five fingers, which was very exciting.

　　 Several other members of the blood gang simply played [Gwent Card]. This ancient card game has been circulating for hundreds of years.

　　 "Let’s play the Gwent card, this is a card I finally collected, look at my Chimera."

　　 "Hehe, let's see how I beat you to cry!" As another member drew a few horizontal lines on the table with a dagger, the two began a card duel.

　　 At first, Corleone didn't feel much happy about participating in the banquet. Joining the blood gang was not his choice. After all, there were more important things to complete. He just pretended to be a happy expression to deal with other people.

　　 But as he drank more and more drinks, Corleone felt a burst of relief-like pleasure. It seemed that as long as he continued to drink like this, all his troubles would be forgotten, so he drank more vigorously.

　　 "Hey, hello, you two should also eat some meat, don't patronize drinking, somehow save us some!"

　　 "You guy... Hiccup, it's really not bad!" The boar man shook his head.

　　 As for Corleone, he already felt dizzy, as if the whole world was swaying, and he could not walk steadily at every step. Even though he had the blessing of 16 points of [strength], he "bows his head" in front of this high spirits.

　　 "Chief, are there any plans for the next step?" Kushner, the Shak of Broken Horn, asked calmly. Although he likes to drink, he has never been drunk and has always been in a state of fighting at any time.

　　 Giuliano leaned on the table, stepped on the stool with his right foot and watched the card duel: "Let’s talk about it tomorrow, and take a good rest today. You also have to learn to relax yourself appropriately."

　　 "Hey! How did you play this card. UU reading www.uukānshu.com"

　　 "No way, the habits in the army can't be changed." Kushner shook the glass in his hand and looked at the crowd dancing around the campfire.

"A bunch of bastards, why no one cares about me! I'm so hungry!" In the tent on the other side, the injured little gray ball was still lying on the blanket, his stomach cried out, and everyone seemed to be thinking about it. He forgot.

　　 This evening, Corleone was completely integrated into the blood gang, and his bold performance tonight also made everyone's impression of him improved a lot.

　　 Only early the next morning, Corleone was terribly uncomfortable. He didn't remember what he did in the end, or how he got back into the tent.

　　 He walked out of the tent, breathing in the fresh air, and finally felt better.

　　 "Corleone, come and help me!" The Boarman woke up earlier and looked good, as if he was not drunk yesterday.

　　 "It's really troublesome. This big guy is having a temper again. It's all because I forgot to feed him yesterday."

　　 The huge wasteland pig lying on the ground in front of him didn't look at his nose with his straight eyes at all, but turned his head and squirted angrily from his nostrils.

　　 Corleone clutched his head and asked in a low voice, "What do I need to do?"

　　 "Let's go get some wild vegetables and wild fruits later, I think the small woods nearby are quite lush."

　　 Huo Nose pointed at the stain on Corleone’s face and smiled: “You go drink some water first, and wash your face by the way, look at your sluggish look, haha!”

　　 "By the way, remember to bring a few pieces of bread and bring me more."

　　 After a while, Corleone and the Boarman, after obtaining the consent of the leader, rode on a wildebeest and left. At this moment, he did not ride a wasteland pig, after all, his beloved mount was in that "little mood".