Chapter 217 Requiem of Mourning (Editor's Task Over: 3/6)

"Everyone starts off drunk, and when they reach a turning point in life, they can choose to sober up like a wise person, or continue to get drunk like most fools."

"Is that why you needed to find a bottle of alcohol before we set off?" Standing in the high-rise of the Bloody Rose Bar, after teleporting from Naslan Castle, Beatrice and Lyle had arrived here.

"That's because I need it, you human idiot. Every second I spend with you I need to quell my own thirst, to restrain the urge to bite your throat." Beatrice rolled her eyes at Lyle and eventually took out a brown glass bottle. "I need a bottle of strong liquor."

"Oh, thank you for your restraint, Beatrice."

"Thank my dignity, which makes me realize you're just a detestable, hard-to-swallow worm."