Qin Mo was going all out; he was going to drink himself into oblivion today. Compared to these three women, he was only confident in his drinking capacity; even Allen couldn't outdrink him on ordinary days.
Xiao Xiya drank it all in one gulp with great gusto, showing the bottom of her glass to Qin Mo. She had drunk with Qin Mo many times, and although she lost badly every time, she was never afraid.
Heatherine had a good tolerance for alcohol, and after finishing her drink, she gave Qin Mo a tender look.
Isabel elegantly finished her glass of strong liquor, glanced at Heatherine, and said, "Your Excellency Qin Mo, I heard some news before I came to Great Xia, which may be related to you."
"Oh! What news? Bad news?"
"The Temple is preparing to impose an additional import tax on goods from the East in all ports along the northern coast of the Mediterranean, the amount of which will be twice the current total tax revenue. Is this... bad news?"
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"It seems your vampire clan has been quite restless these past few years, managing to spy on our Temple Mountain. Should we conduct a full-scale screening of the entire Western Continent and hang all those filthy, blood-dripping rats out in the sunlight for all to see?"
"We didn't actively contact anyone from the Temple. It was your followers of light who begged us to grant them eternal life, willing to pay any price for it. Do you know who they are?... Heh!"
Faced with Isabel's elegant mockery, Hazel was furious. It was not uncommon for vampires to have spies among the nobles of the Western Continent. The higher the status of the noble, the more they knew about the Temple's secrets. As long as they paid a sufficient price and did not act too ostentatiously, becoming a "blood servant noble" was not impossible.
"Bang bang bang"
Qin Mo slammed his wine glass on the table, his face cold as he looked at the tense standoff between Heather and Isabel. Everyone has a bottom line, and Qin Mo's bottom line was that he could suffer some grievances in private, but he couldn't let his master lose face in public.
Isabel: "Your Highness Prince Heng! Wishing you good health!"
Heatherine: "Your Highness Prince Heng! Wishing you and your family happiness!"
Shia: "Your Highness Prince Heng! Wishing you... a happy day!"
Qin Mo: I'm happy my ass!
The three beauties toned down their imposing manner, smiled, raised their glasses to toast Qin Mo, and drank first as a sign of respect!
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