Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

"Why, do you want me and you to live in that dilapidated temple that looks like ruins!"

He gently picked up the most expensive red wine on the wine shelf, and then poured it for himself without hesitation.

"You don't even have this bit of taste. As a god who doesn't follow you, you are really pitiful."

Listening to such words, Athena did not respond at all.

As if completely ignoring the man, she walked lightly to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night scene of Tokyo covered by lights, her eyes were full of murderous intent.

However, after a while, it was covered by helpless bitterness.

".〃It's the arrogance of human beings."

She sighed lightly, her slender wrist gently stroking the clear French window.

"When the sun rises and the sun goes down, just the food of the earth's grace is enough, don't ask for more, accept the cycle of food exhaustion and death, and enter the underworld under my control, isn't that enough?"

The God of Disobedience before felt so emotional, but what she greeted was Gilgamesh's merciless laughter.

"That's why, it's because of this that this king hates you gods who are above you, and treats the people of this prince with no tolerance. The so-called favor is just to establish his own prestige."

He gently sipped the scarlet wine in his glass, with a look of contempt on his face.

"The reason why human beings are powerful is because they can create miracles without limitation. Fearing their abilities, erasing their future, and then letting them rest in peace is really terrible!"

As he said this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a malicious smile.

"Then, it's still a long time tonight, let's go to (Zhao Dehao) to discuss philosophy, Athena!"

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Chapter 71 The Knight's Rage (for reward)

As the scorching sun hung above the blue sky again, the night was completely dispelled.

On the top floor of the 'parkhyatttokyo' hotel in Tokyo, the two people who enjoyed the luxurious service of 210 million yen a day were extremely dissatisfied.

Gently half leaning on the luxurious sofa, half squinting his eyes, showing a comfortable expression, Gilgamesh, with disgust on his face, slightly sipped the wine in his glass.

In front of him, more than 20 bottles of red wine had gathered.

Bottles of red wine, worth hundreds or even tens of millions of yen, were piled up there wantonly, with the ice cubes and wine barrels, looking very sloppy.

Some wine bottles were opened, while others were still casually lying on the carpet. The rich aroma of red wine permeated the luxuriously decorated living room.

Undoubtedly, the red wine that those poor waiters worked so hard to collect just now does not match the king's taste.

It's too low, not only because of its own value, but also because it doesn't even have the slightest sincere feelings.

These red wines, no matter how finely they are made, no matter how expensive and rare they are, are nothing but mass-produced products, not to mention the emotions of the producers, not even a trace of sincerity.

"Really, a fake like rubbish."

Gilgamesh sighed softly, and then 383 again threw the wine bottle that he had sniffed lightly into the iron barrel.

That was red wine worth millions, and it was treated with such contempt.

"Really, I think, this is not a fake, at least judging by the waiter's careful expression, there is absolutely no possibility of fake."

On that luxurious big bed, Athena, who looked like a young girl, gently put on the snow-white quilt, not caring at all about her sudden spring.

Her eyes were slightly half-closed, full of disgust.

Not only for the smell of alcohol in this room, but also for the noise made by Gilgamesh's rude behavior just now, he expressed complete disgust.

"The rubbish has the signs of those old wineries, but apart from using the same wine barrel, there is no slight similarity, and it is no different from fakes."

The king just smiled contemptuously, but he still answered the girl's question seriously.

He casually grabbed a bottle of unopened red wine, and lightly pondered the exquisite and simple logo on the bottle, with a trace of loneliness on his face.

"Even if the craftsmanship is improved, the taste is more mellow, and the raw materials are countless times more refined than before. Even if the taste is more satisfying, it is still more humble."

He sighed lightly, and gently raised the wine bottle in his hand, facing the golden sun.

There were some impurities in the bottle, and the crystal clear liquid reflected a light brown light, which fell on Gilgamesh's face.

"Do you know that when the impurities in the wine turn from lack of craftsmanship to deliberate affectation, no matter how expensive the wine is, its meaning will change what."

While speaking like this, he casually threw the bottle of wine on the solid wood table.

Hearing the crisp sound, Athena couldn't help but frowned slightly, and got up from the bed.

With the rays of brilliance, the thin sweater, short skirt, black stockings, and ridiculous blue knitted hat were revealed from her body.

Just now, there was indeed no posture, the red marks were still on that delicate body.

"Then, feeling this, such a boring thing, calling the waiter to deliver the wine so early, and finally waking up the concubine, why, can't you show a little bit of the king's demeanor!"

The young girl's heroic spirit spoke harshly with a slightly heavier tone.

Although the tone is still so indifferent, although the voice is still so unchanged.

However, even the idiot can easily feel the anger in it.

At least, at this moment Gilgamesh could easily feel the young girl's anger.

"Really, there is no need for the Heroic Spirit to rest, right?"

He spoke lightly, with a trace of indifference in his tone.