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Chapter 1480 - 1473: Making Friends Over Wine

Chapter 1480: Chapter 1473: Making Friends Over Wine

"Wow, not bad, this is indeed tasty." Cheng Ziang said, unable to resist burping from the alcohol.

"How does the guest find it?" The woman from the Ghost Race hadn’t gone far, and upon hearing Cheng Ziang’s praise, she approached proactively and asked.

"Um, not bad at all." Cheng Ziang nodded and responded.

"Would the guest like to enhance the flavor of the drink?" the woman from the Ghost Race asked.

"How would that be done?" Cheng Ziang was momentarily taken aback and asked.

"If the guest wishes, I can serve you. After all, the guest has spent quite a sum," the Ghost Race woman said mysteriously.

"Uh, that, I don’t want accompanying drinks," Cheng Ziang suddenly realized something, and quickly waved his hands to decline.

"The guest misunderstands; it’s not about accompanying drinks," the Ghost Race woman said with a smile.

"Then what is it..." Cheng Ziang was extremely embarrassed, hurriedly shifting his mask back into place, scratching his head awkwardly.

The Ghost Race woman didn’t say anything, but walked over mysteriously, took the wine pot, and went into the kitchen.

About ten minutes later, the Ghost Race woman came back with the wine pot, placing it on Cheng Ziang’s table. Cheng Ziang noticed that now there was a layer of white condensation beads on the wine pot.

"Please, have a taste," the Ghost Race woman stepped back, addressing him respectfully.

Cheng Ziang hesitated for a moment, then poured another bowl of liquor, moved his mask to his mouth, sniffed it slightly, and then drank it.

The familiar taste was there, but this time there was a strange sensation, as if numerous tiny bombs exploded in his mouth, stimulating his taste buds.

Cheng Ziang hadn’t yet gotten used to this sensation, and was shocked into spitting it out. Seeing his reaction, the Ghost Race woman was also quite startled, stuttering, "Gu-guest, are you dissatisfied?"

"This... not exactly," Cheng Ziang waved his hand to indicate all was well, then looked down at the wine in the clay bowl, muttering, "It’s actually a carbonated beverage, how was this done?"

"What is the guest talking about?" the Ghost Race woman asked concernedly.

"Uh, nothing, it’s okay, fine," Cheng Ziang hesitated for a moment, deciding to dismiss her.

"As long as the guest is satisfied, if there’s anything else needed, you can call on us," hearing Cheng Ziang’s words, the Ghost Race woman finally relaxed, bowed slightly, and then turned and left.

With the interruption gone, Cheng Ziang had the chance to calm down and think about the upcoming matters. He had come to the pub primarily to understand the history between the people of the Ghost Race and those from Kyushu. Regarding this history, whether asking the Ghost Race or the people of Kyushu, it would seem too subjective; the best method was to find a third party, as this standpoint would be relatively more objective.

After ruminating for a moment, a noisy clamor captured Cheng Ziang’s attention. He saw two middle-aged men at the neighboring table cheerfully drinking and switching cups, creating quite a lively scene. Moreover, from their spoken language, Cheng Ziang could roughly discern that these men were probably from the Shanyue people of Fengyu.

The cultural influence of Kyushu was strong, and even the Shanyue people of Fengyu mostly used Kyushu language as the official language. However, their accents were vastly different. Cheng Ziang had inherited the memories of the unfortunate Shadow Edict, so he could easily distinguish the accents of the people of Kyushu and the Shanyue people by ear.

With this in mind, Cheng Ziang made up his mind, closed his mask, picked up the wine pot and clay bowl, and stood up proactively, walking over to the table of the two men, casually finding a spot to sit.

"You are..." The two Shanyue men looked baffled by his actions, exchanging glances, one bearded man tentatively asked.

"Meeting is fate, come taste this shop’s uniquely flavored wine," Cheng Ziang spoke in Kyushu language, shaking the wine pot in his hand.

Actually, his action was somewhat rash because, in the East Continent, interactions between strangers were more reserved, unlike in the Western Continent, where if the mood was right, even two strangers could chat like old friends.

"This..." The two men exchanged glances again, unsure of what to decide.

"Are you afraid I might poison you?" Cheng Ziang shrugged his shoulders, voluntarily poured himself half a cup of wine, drank it, then turned the cup upside down to show them.

Seeing his actions, the two men exchanged another glance. Though still somewhat uneasy, they each picked up their clay cups, drained the wine inside, and then placed them on the table for Cheng Ziang to refill.

"I am from Kyushu," Cheng Ziang said as he poured the wine, introducing himself.

"Kyushu?" another man voiced skeptically.

"Yin State, Nanxiu County," Cheng Ziang casually mentioned a place name.

"Oh, you are from Yin State, that’s indeed quite far," the man nodded, suddenly reassured.

The place name Cheng Ziang used was not made up randomly, as it was the homeland of the Shadow Edict, in a sense, he was impersonating the Shadow Edict.

"May I ask for your esteemed surname and distinguished name?" the bearded man tentatively asked.

"My surname is Wei, named Shadow Edict," Cheng Ziang said blandly.

"Ah, Brother Shadow Edict," the two nodded.

Cheng Ziang tried his best to mimic the linguistic habits of Kyushu, because only then would the two truly believe he was from Kyushu.

The so-called surname Wei actually meant having no surname, only a name. In some ways, this also represented his identity as an ordinary commoner, not from the aristocratic families.

"Brother Shadow Edict’s mask..." another man looked at his mask and asked hesitantly.

"I travel extensively and inevitably offend people, so I have to wear the mask, hoping both gentlemen could understand," Cheng Ziang explained calmly.

"Ah, Brother Shadow Edict travels far and wide, you must have encountered many interesting things; feel free to share some stories," the bearded man eagerly asked.

"In fact, I have traveled within Kyushu all these years. This is my first time leaving Kyushu to explore the outside world, wanting to learn more about the outside matters, thus relying on both of you," Cheng Ziang said vaguely, raising his clay cup.

Seeing his action, the two also raised their cups as a gesture, then looked down to drink. They don’t clink cups, just raise them as a sign, which is their tradition.

It was also the first time for the two to drink such wine, so they were both startled. Then, they exchanged glances and laughed awkwardly.

Cheng Ziang did not move his mask to drink, as he had other important matters to attend to and naturally could not afford to drink carelessly.

After seeing that the two men recovered from their inebriation, he put down his clay cup, leaned slightly forward, and took the initiative to ask, "I have some confusion about Aximiya and the Ghost Race people, wondering if both gentlemen could clarify them for me."

"Ha, feel free to ask, just for the sake of your wine, you can ask anything," the bearded man laughed heartily, waving his hand.

"Thank you both," Cheng Ziang nodded satisfactorily, paused for a moment, then continued, "I want to know how the Ghost Race people view us. As you can see, I have not dared to take off the mask since coming to the island, fearing that the Ghost Race people might despise me."

"Brother Shadow Edict is too cautious, there’s really no need," the bearded man waved his hand off, slightly tipsy now, "That war happened hundreds of years ago, the Ghost Race people are not that petty. If anything, you should be the ones hating them because the Ghost Race killed hundreds of thousands of Kyushu’s army. This hatred, should be more deeply ingrained in you."

"Heh, I don’t actually feel that deeply ingrained, it feels like it’s all in the past, just worried about the Ghost Race people..." Cheng Ziang leaned slightly forward, elbows on the table, adopting a listening posture.

"No, not at all," another man waved his hand and said, "You don’t hold any grudges, and of course, the Ghost Race people don’t either. We often travel to Aximiya Island and see that the Ghost Race people treat people from Kyushu and others just the same, no difference at all."

"That war, I have many doubts about it, but no matter what, I could not find the answers within Kyushu, wondering if you two might know..." Cheng Ziang inquired.

"Doubts..." The two men exchanged glances, the bearded man nodded and said, "Yes, indeed, likely the Heavenly Dynasty wouldn’t record it properly; it’s understandable that you don’t know."

"What about the two of you?" Cheng Ziang asked tentatively.

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