Davis walked towards them, and they summoned a chair for him.
He sat down, and they slid him a cup of wine, but he slid it back, making them look at him weirdly.
"You're missing out on the exquisite taste."
"True, it's not like you cannot clear out the alcohol in the blood."
Fenren and Soaren complained, but Davis shrugged. "I believe I have already explained my reasons. I refuse to get drunk on anything other than my women. Should I try assassinating you all when you are drinking before proceeding to revive you just to teach a lesson?"
"Alright, you win."
Soaren raised his hands in surrender while Fenren laughed loudly.
"Bahaha! I bet you can already do that without us having the need to be drunk."
"Very difficult unless I use the black-white stone."
Davis shook his head, causing them to laugh.
He suddenly smirked, "How was life in this sanctuary?"
