The first floor of the magic tower was a vast hall, with an unexpectedly clean and cozy ambience. Sirian slung his spear onto his back and rolled up his sleeves before taking out some clear alcohol. He served it to Shaneth, Henrick, Iris, and even the summoned creatures, saying, “Now, now, why don’t you all have a drink? It’s a relief that we have the exact number of cups needed. Why don’t you young spirits have a drink too? I’m a villain, so I’m allowed to give alcohol to kids.”

Unlike the others, Sirian poured Kang Yoon-Soo’s alcohol into the Infinite Chalice that he always brought around with him.

However, none of them dared to take a sip from their cups. After all, a cup of alcohol offered by an enemy was a dangerous thing. There would always be a chance of the drink being poisoned and causing one to become incapacitated, which would certainly be a disadvantage in a fight.

Even Henrick, a known alcoholic, did not take a single sip, although he did gulp down his saliva a few times while looking at the clear liquid in his cup. He muttered in disbelief, “This… This is very precious alcohol…”

Sirian sat down after serving the drinks and said with a surprised expression, “Oh, not a lot of people can appreciate the value of this Eternal Liquor. This was made by the ancient kingdom. I brought it from the top floor, so why don’t you all have a sip?”

Still, none of...