319 Piggy, Mousey_1

"Miss, I'd like to ask you about something," said the pig-headed person after drinking a few more glasses, now evidently tipsy. He burped, then swayed his head as he spoke.

The alcohol here was too potent, a few glasses were enough to give him a drunken haze, which was nothing like the murky wine brewed in the village.

In the village, he could drink the murky wine by the bucketful, and after urinating he'd feel as if he had drunk nothing at all.

"Please go ahead, sir," Nilu replied politely with a smile.

"Have there been any rumors lately near Castalon... about wild boars?"

The pig-headed person stared at his glass with his big eyes, but in fact, he was looking at the person behind the glass—shiny, like a goddess.

"Sorry, I haven't heard anything," the goddess behind the glass responded flatly.

To the side, Lin Ge's thoughts stirred, recalling the big wild boar he and Seria had recently slain outside the city.