"Thor, are you not dead yet?"

Zhuoer rolled his eyes and reached out to open Thor's big hand.

Thor is the old man with a gray beard in front of him. Although he looks old, he is actually about the same age as Zhuoer. He was his playmate when he was very young. The friendship between the two of them for so many years makes them talk quite a lot.

It's a bit unscrupulous.

"You're not dead yet, how could I die, haha!"

Sol laughed. He took off a leather bag from his waist, pulled out the stopper, and poured a swig of wine into his mouth.

"I sent people to bring this wine back from northern Daliao. It is definitely a first-class liquor. It is much better than the wine on our grasslands. Do you want to take a sip?"

"No, you should keep it to yourself. I might as well drink wine from the Western Regions." Zhuoer waved his hand.

When it comes to wine, Zhuoer's ideas are very different from Sol's.

What Sol is after is strong liquor. The higher the alcohol content, the better.

But Zhuoer is different. He likes to drink wine brewed in the Western Regions, with beauties dancing and playing music next to him. That is the best way and enjoyment to drink, rather than just drinking hard liquor like a barbarian.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. You can't taste the beauty of such a good wine. What's the point of living?"

Sol shook his head and smacked his mouth.

"Come on, that's almost it. I'll drink it later to avoid getting in trouble if I drink too much." Zhuoer said.

"What can I miss? It's just the Presbyterian Church. It's something that happens every year. If you agree with something later, I'll raise a sign with you and that's it. It's the same every year." Sol disagreed.

He doesn't care much about matters within the clan, and other things are fine. The only thing he cares about is strong alcohol, which must be taken seriously, and nothing else can replace it.

"You old guy, you're going to die drunk in a wine vat sooner or later."

When Thor said this, the drow cursed angrily.

It is true that Thor is his good brother, but if the elders of the Iron Teeth and Golden Tent are all such confused drunkards, then the entire Iron Teeth and Golden Tent will not be far from collapse.

There really is nothing to discuss with Saul on any major matter, but his vote is very important, and it is great to support him.

"Drunk to death, just drink to death. I have realized this a long time ago... Back then, my father and my grandfather both drank to death. As for me, I will be the same sooner or later. I only have to be happy to be happy.

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Sol narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"I didn't expect you, an alcoholic, to be so enlightened!"

Zhuoer sighed and said: "Thor, let's go in together. Today's Presbyterian Church is not simple."

"You will hold up even if the sky falls, I'm not afraid." Sol smiled heartlessly.

But Zhuoer knew that Sol was not a fool, and he was enlightened in his heart. It was just that Sol regarded drinking as his biggest goal in life, and even if he knew something, he would not pay attention to it.

"Where are the others? Are they all here?" Saul glanced around and saw no one he knew.

"They have already been waiting for us inside."

Zhuoer stepped forward.

Some distance away from the front yard, a house nestled near the bamboo forest is the location of the Presbyterian Church.

But not every elders meeting is held here. Many times, they just find a random place to deal with it.

And being able to come here was a real big deal, so all the elders were called here.

Currently, there are a total of nineteen elders from Iron Tooth and Gold Tent, and all of them have come to the room.

There is a huge long table in the lobby here, made of stone. There are many stone chairs surrounding the table, covered with animal skins.

Just as Zhuoer said, the other elders were already full. Counting Zhuoer and Thor, all nineteen elders were present.

"What are you two plotting?"

Holding a cane, a man in his fifties, with a sharp look on his square face, looked at Drow and Sol with a sarcastic tone.

"Batulu, keep your mouth shut. What we say is none of your business." Zhuoer sneered.

"You and Saul are the cancer of the Iron Tooth and Gold Tent, the real pests. You are extravagant and licentious, and spend a lot of money to enjoy yourself. Have you ever considered half of the livelihood of the herdsmen?" The crutch in Batulu's hand hit the ground heavily.

, it collided with the stone ground and made a crashing sound.

"Batulu, you want to stir up trouble, right? Don't forget how your leg was broken!"

Sol suddenly stood up and put his hands on the table.

"Thor, if you have the guts, come and try and see who breaks whose legs." Batulu shouted coldly, his eyes like those of poisonous snakes. At this age, he was already on crutches, because he had something to do with Sol.

"The Presbyterian meeting hasn't even started yet, why are you making a fuss?"

"Yeah, it's all about old sesame and rotten millet. What's the point of arguing every year when we meet."

"We are all at this age. Don't let young people laugh. Don't mention the past."

"When the king comes over and the meeting is over, it will be over. Why bother arguing? I'll save face for everyone."

Seeing the stalemate between the two sides, the other elders began to persuade them.

As they said, every year at the presbytery meeting, the two sides quarrel. This is not the first time.

However, just like this year, it is quite rare for someone to quarrel as soon as they meet.

But no matter what the elders think in their hearts, the Presbyterian Church is a serious matter after all. If a fight breaks out on the spot, or even spreads out, everyone's face will be disgraceful.

"Okay, let's give everyone a face, and wait until the elders' meeting is over before settling the accounts with him." Zhuoer snorted coldly.

The two sides faced off for a while, and then under the persuasion of everyone, both sides sat down.

At this time, the maids waiting outside filed in and served each elder their favorite drinks.

Each elder has different preferences, so the preparations for them are targeted.

For example, Drow was served wine, while Thor was served a pot of soju.

The other elders have tea, kumiss, milk, goat milk, etc.

Everyone was not in a hurry to drink, but turned their attention to the chair in front.

The big chair placed at the front is wrapped in a complete lion skin.

Judging from the position, the big chair is higher than other elders, which highlights the identity of the person sitting on it.

In the past, the old King Tie Ya was sitting on it.

The old Tieya King has been sitting there for decades, and everyone has gotten used to it.

But in recent years, sitting on it is the new Iron Tooth King Qing Geer Tai, and there are some older elders who are also a little uncomfortable with it.

The elders are inherited and not elected. Just like the inheritance of nobles in Daqi, they are usually passed on to their children and grandchildren.
Chapter completed!