"Is there really wine?"
He stared at Julius Reed, and it seemed like he could barely hold his sword.
"I never lie. Yes, there is indeed wine."
Julius Reed raised the wine jug in his hand and placed it before Iwan Martinez's nose.
"Whoa, this is really good wine!" Iwan Martinez's eyes lit up.
"It's easy to drink the wine. This guy wants to kill you. If you can survive, the wine is yours."
Julius Reed pointed at the black-cloaked Archbishop.
He knew Iwan Martinez loved wine, so when Shadow Kims came, he had him bring lots of wine.
All were aged fine wines.
They would be useful sooner or later.
Unexpectedly, it was already in use now.
Iwan Martinez saw the wine and felt closer to it than anyone else.
He turned around, gazed coldly at the black-cloaked Archbishop, and asked, "You want to kill me?"
The black-cloaked Archbishop almost fainted in anger.
Hadn't he just spent a long time laying out the case for punishment, and this guy didn't hear a word?
