血王:夜王朝

Chapter 10：护送饮料的危险工作

"Wow, Rachel, you really have a great tolerance. It's already the third bottle. Come on, finish this one, and these are all yours," a young man with a frivolous expression said, picking up a plate from the nearby table, on which were scattered a dozen gold coins. The others around him joined in the commotion.

"Is that so?" Rachel took a deep look at the dozen gold coins on the plate, took a deep breath, and began to pour the liquor down her throat without hesitation. The volume was equivalent to a large bottle of cola from her previous life, with an alcohol content of about thirty degrees. Her mouth bulged, and her throat worked hard, the fiery sensation filling her esophagus. Rachel wanted to stop for a moment, but that was not allowed. She had once failed to resist the urge to pause, and as a result, she didn't receive her tip that time.

In just four years since being transported to this strange world, Rachel's values had been completely transformed. It could be said that at this moment, Rachel valued money more than her life, more than her health. Ignoring the pain in her throat as if it were about to burn, Rachel persisted in finishing the bottle of liquor before breaking into a violent cough.

"Hahaha, will you do anything as long as you're paid? Interesting," the young man laughed.

"Ah, it's my turn now," another young man nearby said with a smile, mixing seven types of liquor into a bottle and throwing a card onto the table in front of Rachel. "This card has my monthly allowance, a total of thirty gold coins. If you can drink this bottle and hold it down for half an hour without vomiting, these thirty gold coins will be yours."

Rachel, who was still coughing, couldn't help but widen her eyes, drawn to the card in front of her. "You promise?"

"Absolutely, I don't need to fake it for a month's allowance. How about it, want to give it a try? I should mention, you can't leave here during this half hour, you can't go to the bathroom, and you can't vomit. Even if you break any of these rules, the thirty gold coins will be out of your reach."

Rachel was silent for less than five seconds before she agreed. "I understand." Her voice already carried a faint hoarseness. Rachel picked up the bottle of liquor in front of her, the strange color of which was a mixture of seven different liquors. The potent brew brought not only a visual impact but also a stimulation to her sense of smell and taste.

At this moment, Rachel's stomach was noticeably bloated, as if she were pregnant. She had consumed four large bottles of liquor on an empty stomach. The intoxication was beyond words, and the physical discomfort was enough to make one want to vomit. Rachel was human, and she could endure until now only because of her obsession with money. If she vomited even a little, these tips would slip away from her, and she could not allow that to happen.

"Can I eat these?" As soon as the bottle touched her lips, the pungent smell almost made Rachel vomit, and it also triggered the fiery pain in her throat. Instead of drinking directly, Rachel pointed to the snacks on the table and asked.

"No, you have to take advantage of the alcohol's effect. How can you eat something? Of course, this is voluntary. If you don't want to, I won't force you, but I'll have to take back the money."

Hearing this, Rachel immediately tilted her head back, put the bottle to her lips, and began to drink.

"Hey, isn't that guy playing with fire? Coming every week like this, it's a death wish," the guests at other tables noticed what was happening. Seeing the empty bottles in front of Rachel and the strange-colored liquor she was drinking, they whispered and discussed among themselves.

"It seems she's willing to do it. Well, this should be entertaining," they snickered.

Rachel, now a vampire ancestor, heard all the comments, but she chose to ignore them. She thought to herself, "You have no idea how difficult my life is. What qualifications do you have to mock me? It's annoying. If it were another situation, I'd really want to beat them up." But she only kept these thoughts to herself. Customers were everything, and only by serving them well would they give her tips. With this in mind, Rachel decided to turn a deaf ear and pretend not to know.

It took Rachel a full ten minutes to finish the bottle of liquor, during which she couldn't stop. She maintained the posture of tilting her head back, occasionally blocking the bottle with her tongue when she felt like she was about to vomit, taking a moment to catch her breath and giving her scorched throat a break. After ten long minutes, under the gaze of the onlookers, Rachel drank the entire bottle of the compound liquor, a mixture of seven different liquors, without wasting a drop.

Her usually pale face now flushed with an unnatural redness, Rachel clutched her mouth tightly, mentally repeating to herself, "I can't vomit, if I vomit, I won't get the money, and without money, I won't survive. My sister's legs, the house loan, the high-interest debt..." After going through all these in her mind, Rachel felt a little better.

Someone nearby had already started timing. As soon as Rachel put down the bottle, the countdown began. The half hour slowly passed, and during this time, the young men didn't let up on their harassment of Rachel. They spoke obscene words and occasionally made whistling noises that made one want to urinate. Rachel sat on the ground with her head resting on the table, not looking at them, just lying there, motionless as if dead.

The moment the half hour arrived, Rachel suddenly stood up from the ground, her red eyes fixed on the young man who had made the bet.

"The conditions are met, I'm taking this money. See you next time." With that, Rachel's mouth bulged as if she was about to vomit, and the person in front of her quickly moved aside with a disgusted look.

"Hehehe, just kidding, I have an ocean of tolerance. Remember that," Rachel said with a closed-mouth smile, picked up the card from the table, and left the card room.

Watching Rachel's swaying figure that seemed ready to fall at any moment, the young men were all speechless.

"Did we go too far?"

"Humph, if anyone is to blame, it's her for being a student at Moonglow Academy. I've been hearing about it from my family all holiday. So what if it's an elite academy?"

"Well, I agree, but in the end, we didn't get in either."

Moonglow is a national magic academy personally supervised by the king, where status is irrelevant, and only ability matters. It is commonly known as the strongest academy that not even money and power can get you into.

"My old man just loves Moonglow, nagging me about it all the time. I want to see what's so great about this so-called student council president, and let the old man see that Moonglow isn't such a great place after all."

"Ah, you wouldn't be thinking of..."

"Yep, what do you think would happen if this student council president was raped by a dozen thugs? Would she commit suicide or keep silent?"

The young man who spoke had a chilling smile on his face as he said something that made everyone present gasp.