The Immortal's Wine Store Chapter 78 - The One-Armed Barbarian

Chapter 78 - The One-Armed Barbarian

"Sister, we've really offended our second brother right now. With the current state of our Silver Wing Empire, there is a chance that he might get rid of us to prevent future troubles for himself. Although we're not among those selected to fight for the throne, we are still of imperial bloodline after all. And our second brother... He is not as kind as he seemed to be." Prince Dante frowned as he spoke with a serious look.
Princess Sylvia's cheeky expression turned grave when she heard her fourth brother's words. She then glanced at their second brother who was now drinking with his soldiers with a brilliant smile on his handsome face.
She could not pinpoint how her fourth brother came to believe that Prince Arslan is capable of killing them, but some part of her believed Prince Dante's words might be possible.
"I don't think he has the guts to kill us out in the open. And Even if we are in a deserted street, he will still hesitate in taking our lives." Princess Sylvia said while cupping her chin with her palms.
Prince Dante nodded his head in agreement, but he still felt that Prince Arslan would not let them off the hook easily. "With Defender Duanmu protecting us secretly, he shouldn't be that idiotic to kill us for some squabbles, but we still have to be careful about his revenge." Prince Dante said while eyeing their second brother who was laughing joyfully with his men.
Other people might think of the second prince as a kind and caring individual, but Prince Dante thought otherwise. He didn't know why he was so certain about that, but he chose to believe in his instincts.
"Dear guests, here's your Frozen Origin. Please enjoy it." Lu Sulan smiled as she put the bottle of Frozen Origin and two silver cups on the table of the two imperial siblings.
Prince Dante and Princes Sylvia glanced at the bottle of wine that was releasing a dense amount of cold air. They were so surprised that they forgot to thank Lu Sulan.
"Ehem." Lu Sulan let out a cough to gather the attention of the still stunned siblings.
Prince Dante glanced at Lu Sulan apologetically and said with a smile. "I'm sorry about that, Young Miss. We haven't seen wine as fascinating as this yet. I'm now curious about why is it so cold. Do you mind telling us the reason for this?"
Lu Sulan smiled and shook her head. "Unfortunately, the master did not divulge the ingredients and the process of making this wine, so I also don't know anything about this. But if you're that curious, you might want to ask him yourselves. Who knows... Maybe master will tell you guys about it."
Princess Sylvia's eyes twinkled when she heard that, but as she was about to speak, Prince Dante immediately spoke eloquently. "In that case, we'll ask Wine Master Jiu Shen at a later date. Thank you for your suggestion, Young Miss. Also, may I dare ask for your esteemed name?"
Lu Sulan's eyebrows raised in surprise. She didn't think that this naive-looking young prince was actually so quick-witted to speak before his sister did.
"My name is Lu Sulan." She answered while looking at them kindly.
"Lu... Lu Sulan?" Prince Dante's eyes bulged when he learned her identity. He was very familiar with the name 'Lu Sulan' since their father the emperor spoke about her some time ago.
The emperor said that aside from the Alchemy Hall's branch head and himself, there was still someone in the Silver Wing Empire who had the strength of an 8th-rank Divine realm. She was the sect mistress of a hermit sect, the Ice Cloud Sword Sect. Her name... is Lu Sulan!
Lu Sulan ignored Prince Dante's surprise and told them in a serious voice. "Dear guests, please remember that you have to divide the wine evenly in half. Because if you drink more than that amount, your bodies might experience something terrible."
Looking at Lu Sulan's grave expression, Princess Sylvia gulped in dread. "Don't worry, Young Miss Lu Sulan. We won't drink more than the amount you told us." The latter said while forcing out a smile.
"Good." Lu Sulan replied before she left the two of them.
At a random corner in the store, Jiu Shen who was holding Ice in his arms glanced in a certain direction with a curious look on his face. "Oh? Are you also going here for the fruit of the Earth Origin Dragon Tree? Interesting..."
Ice who was lying in Jiu Shen's embrace looked in the same direction and scoffed in disdain. "Meow. I can break their bones for you if you give me one more bowl of milk."
Jiu Shen rubbed her head gently and replied in a calm voice. "No need. Theia will be able to handle them herself."
"Stingy! Meow." Ice swatted Jiu Shen's hand in annoyance.
Jiu Shen ignored the rebellious fat cat and continued rubbing her fur while Ice rolled and kicked Jiu Shen's hand with her paws.
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At the entrance of Beltran City, a group of people riding on high-level savage beasts came. They were wearing a set of light armors but it could hardly cover their bulging muscles.
Leading them was a one-armed man mounting on a 7th-rank Emperor realm Crimson Lightning Tiger.
The tiger was approximately six meters tall and was more than ten meters in length. It was crimson red in color with black stripes all over its humongous body. Its two sword-like fangs can be seen extending out of its mouth!
The man sitting on its back had a dark skin and a rather buff physique. He had a long wavy red hair and there was also a cape made from savage beasts' fur tied to his armor.
Although he only had his right arm remaining, it did not stop the people who were with him to look at the man in reverence.
The one-armed man looked at the bustling Beltran City with an awed look and said. "The capital city of the Silver Wing Empire is truly prosperous. The main district of our Mythos Wildlands could not even be compared to it."
After he spoke those words, he led his men to go inside Beltran City under the scared gazes of the city guards who did not even dare to stop them from going in.
Who could blame them? Those barbarians emitted a strong and malefic aura that made these inexperienced soldiers shiver in trepidation.