The Magical Umbrella of Meredith
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
When another jar of fruit wine was poured into Mike's mouth, he could not even speak clearly anymore.
His entire body swayed and he struggled to sit properly.
All the Centaurs looked at Mike worriedly. Only Timus nodded his head in satisfaction.
"Hmm, it should be enough after drinking so much.
"As long as you are drunk, all your worries will be gone when you wake up the next day!"
The Centaurs looked at the confident Timus with a puzzled expression.
Was this really effective?
Why did it feel as if Lord F*ck was about to die...
Now, Mike's face was extremely pale, and he could not even open his eyes.
Richards Gerald secretly arranged for a few Centaurs to prepare some herbs, just in case.
Just as the Centaurs were worried sick, Mike fell onto the bed with a bang, snoring like thunder.
Seeing this scene, the Centaurs looked at each other.
Was this alright?