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what happened?
Soon, there were sounds of commotion all around.
Freya stepped out of the carriage, looked ahead, and asked the guild members, "What happened ahead?"
The guild staff member smiled bitterly and said, "The divine wine has disappeared. Although we had guessed that a god would take action, this action... was too fast."
After all, the most crucial point is that the divine wine is of no use other than satisfying one's taste buds. If one drinks it all up afterwards, it will be difficult for the guild to track him down.
If it was some rare adventurer's item, that would be another matter. If someone took it out and used it and was discovered, then the suspicion would be confirmed. Secondly, the higher the value, the more the guild would investigate.
The guild probably expected consumables like the divine wine to be robbed along the way.
Freya returned to the carriage and told Astraea about the current situation. After a while, Freya asked faintly, "Is my potion really like the divine wine?"
"...After all, it's bottled." Astralia complained: "Perhaps because of the exquisite packaging, it looks more like a special and exquisite wine."
"May the person who was kidnapped wish you good luck." Freya closed her eyes and put her hands together, as if praying.
Astraea coughed dryly and tried to ask, "Um... the aftermath of the potion..."
Freya asked back: "Do you know who stole the sacred wine?"
"That's right." Astralia smiled bitterly, "There's nothing we can do to stop it. We don't even know who the other party is."
Freya sighed and said, "It's a bargain for him. I used the Tower of Babel to refine the potion... Although there may not be much benefit from drinking it, its value is probably enough to buy an entire medium-sized family."
"Although, the person involved may not want to experience this kind of luck."
Astraea shook her head slightly. Telling others about the love potion was one way, but this thing was Freya's secret. If it was really told to others, many gods would wonder why Freya made such a thing. Her charm as the goddess of beauty was enough to seduce others, so there was no need for this.
...In short, after hesitating, Astraea felt that she was powerless.
Chapter 78: Fight
Loki family.
"cheers!"
Loki raised his glass and toasted his family members.
While smacking his lips and savoring the wine without caring about his manners, Loki complained, "Su, that idiot Su Mo, he just slacks off every day. The divine wine on the market has long been in short supply. Each time, we only have a little bit, which is not satisfying at all."
Loki raised his head, gulped down a mouthful, and said, "I'm toasting everyone with the second glass. Cheers."
After drinking two cups of divine wine, Loki's face flushed and he said, "This third cup... is for Livilia. Without Livilia's efforts, there would be no divine wine to drink today."
Livilia blushed.
"…Mama-san has fallen too." Finn complained
"What mama-san? That's too much." The dwarf touched Finn's elbow.
Werewolf Bert smiled and said, "Yes, at this time, of course we have to thank Livilia Carbon."
With a click, the quilt in the green-haired elf's hand was cracked.
"Rivilia Carbon..." Loki repeated this statement in his mouth, sneered, and shook his head disdainfully: "Amateur, a complete amateur, Bert, with this level of skill, how can you show the charm of Rivilia."
"Ah? Then come up with a name you want, old woman."
Loki sneered and said slowly, "Of course it's Alf-chan."
"...Huh? That title?" The faces of some people present changed slightly.
Loki's voice became sharper, and he pinched his throat and said, "Today I will solve all your troubles. I am the lovely sister Alf who came to the confessional today. If you have any troubles, you can tell me!"
With a snap, Livilia crushed the wine glass in her hand.
"…Have you lost your attachment to life?"
"Wait, Livilia, wait, I'm wrong to expose you for helping everyone solve their doubts in the confessional room and deliberately changing your voice to pretend to be a stranger who has nothing to do with the Familia."
Livilia paused slightly, intending to listen to Loki's excuses.
Loki said, "But this is also for your own good, Livilia. You have made such a great sacrifice for your clan. As a supreme god, I cannot let other members of the clan remain unaware of your efforts."
Livilia thought to herself, get the hell out of here! I never want anyone else to know that I changed my voice and pretended to be a cute nun working in the confessional on the first floor.
Livilia nodded slightly and said, "I see. I understand."
Loki smiled and said, "I knew that Livilia was the most reasonable person."
"Call me Alf-chan now."
"Alph-chan."
"Alph-chan."
The clan members below cheered.
Glancing coldly at everyone's faces, Livilia turned her gaze to Loki.
He said calmly, "I will be heading to other places soon to unlock my divine power... Loki, you are afraid that I will be too strong by then, so you want to beat me up right now while I am still weak, right?"
Loki: "..."
A drop of cold sweat appeared on Loki's face. He coughed dryly and said, "It's just a joke... It's really just a joke... I speak the truth after drinking... No, I mean, alcohol makes cowards brave."
"This is not my intention. It's all the fault of the divine wine. It's all Soma's fault."
Livilia said, "Come with me."
Having said that, Livilia did not give Loki a chance to struggle. She forcibly grasped Loki's arms and carried the red-haired god of mischief out.
There were cries of "Finn, save me" and "Grace, why are you just watching?", but no one paid any attention to her. One by one, they lowered their heads.
He ignored his non-existent conscience and watched his own god being taken away by other adventurers.
Randomly, there was a series of clanging sounds coming from outside, accompanied by some incomprehensible words like "Three Winters" and "My name is Alf".
Ten minutes later, the green-haired elf slowly walked into the house, dragging a half-black and half-white suspected corpse.
Loki shook his head, shook off the black dust and frost on his body, stood up from the ground, and smiled bitterly. Livilia's craftsmanship was really becoming more and more sophisticated.
She was a spirit whose divine power had been sealed, and was roughly equal to an ordinary person, but she was able to resist Livilia's magic and remain immortal...
It's all because Finn and the others were too careless that Livilia had to research this kind of attack method specifically targeting their own people.
Not far away, Finn and Burt's eyes met and they nodded at the same time.
It's all because Loki is so troublesome that Livilia has to research this kind of attack method specifically targeting her own people.
If it is put on Loki, it can ensure that Loki will not die. If it is put on them, it can also ensure that they will not die - and, on the premise of not dying, they can hit as hard as they can.
...Hold on, your skills are inferior to others, and you cannot call yourself the cute sister Alf-chan.
Some members of Loki's family reached a consensus in their hearts.
What is Nine Demon Princesses? Who hasn’t heard of them? The magic guard in our family has always been the cute sister Alf.
...When I go to another world, I will definitely give this title to Livilia.
Livilia frowned slightly, inexplicably sensing a hint of malice, and glanced coldly at everyone present, and couldn't help but sigh.
They were all a bunch of idiots, what could she do? She felt hopeless staying in such a clan.
Faintly sensing murderous intent from Livilia's gaze, Loki quickly gave a dry cough and thought that teasing Livilia once every two or three days would be enough. If he did it too frequently in a short period of time, he would be the one who suffered.
Loki cleared his throat, attracting the attention of everyone present.
Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Loki looked up and said, "Speaking of this time, thanks to Al... I mean, Livilia's help, our Loki clan not only got a batch of divine wine, but also got some extra gains."
Loki slowly took out a small bottle from his arms.
Livilia: "Makeup?"
Finn: "Lube"
Grace: "Hair growth agent?"
Loki rolled his eyes at everyone who was making blind guesses, and said in a very confident tone: "Even if you can't help it, you can still guess the answer by making blind guesses. In the caravan that was stolen from the Soma clan, what else could this thing wrapped in precious packaging be other than the divine wine?"
Werewolf Bert tilted his head, measured the small bottle in Loki's hand with his fingers, sneered, and said disdainfully: "It's not even enough for one sip, what's the use."
Loki chuckled and said, "I mean, divine wine. The real divine wine."
"...Can divine wine be divided into real and fake?"
"I sense the breath of divine power in this wine." Loki said, "I don't know how Soma did it."
In heaven, the god of wine uses his divine power to brew wine. Of course, only without divine power can one figure out all the details of brewing and improve the brewing technique...but no athlete who runs with weights on a daily basis will not take off the weights during a sports meeting.
Divine power is something that needs to be used when necessary.
Loki was not surprised that there was only such a small bottle. Instead, he was quite astonished. It was not easy to achieve this in the underworld.
But after thinking about the high prices of the Soma clan's drinks and the fact that they were still full, Loki no longer had any doubts. It was such a large sum of money, but the Soma clan had no decent adventurers, and they had never even heard of items like high-level disposable magic swords.
Maybe Su Mo invested all his money in this.
Loki thought, this thing appeared in the convoy when Su Mo's property was confiscated. There was liquid in the exquisite small bottle, and it had the aura of divine power... It must be the divine wine.
Loki shrugged and said, "Who of you wants it?"
"...Loki, you are not interested?" The dwarf Grace was a little surprised.
Loki crossed his legs, held his head high as a washboard, and said proudly, "I am a god after all, how could I be greedy for this little divine wine?"
She loved fine wine, but she only loved the fine wine from the underworld, including her love for Soma wine. She was only interested in the wine brewed by Soma without any special power.
In heaven, the fine wine brewed with divine power did taste better, but she had no idea how many times she had drunk it.
Behind the beautiful goddess, there is also... drinking so much that one has to vomit.
The fine wine brewed by using divine power is essentially a kind of power. Even if the taste of the wine changes slightly after the winemaking technology of the wine gods has improved, it is still essentially the divine power of the person involved.
Loki admitted that the divine wine brewed by divine power was a good thing, but she just didn't like it.
Naturally, I thought of distributing this thing to my family members.