Chapter 1192 Heavy Drinking

Joan looked at the missing little finger on his left hand, feeling a little heavy.

As Hailaer said, he was responsible for detecting the enemy's situation in the expedition team.

When exploring dangerous areas in the past, Qiao An would always use the "mosquito finger technique" to create a blood mosquito spy and investigate into unknown areas.

It's a pity that today's luck is not good, the blood mosquito has been swallowed by a cheap bat, and Qiao An will not be able to perform the "Mosquito Finger Technique" again until tomorrow morning.

Without Blood Mosquito spies, how to go deep into the navel and explore the lairs of basilisks?

Joan turned to look at the mature scavenger he had subdued.

This giant worm is not suitable to be a spy just because of its bloated body. Joan even doubts whether it can get into the rugged and narrow navel.

At this time, Medea, who was sitting beside him, coughed twice.

Joan turned to look at the Gorgon.

Medea met his gaze and smiled knowingly.

Joan immediately understood her intentions, and said to Klein: "Medea is good at casting the 5th-level spell 'Peeping Eye', and is more suitable for scouting lizard lairs than me."

"Then please trouble Ms. Gauguin, we will not let your hard work be in vain, and we will definitely provide you with a satisfactory reward!" Klein patted his chest for assurance.

"You don't need to be paid. I participated in this matter only out of personal interest," Medea said lightly, "When hunting basilisks later, please don't kill them all, keep one alive, I want Take it home and study it."

"Eh? That's it, of course it's no problem!"

After a moment of astonishment, Klein cast a meaningful look at Joan.

Joan was helpless about this.

It seems that everyone regards him as the same kind as Medea, thinking that they are very compatible, but this is not the case.

Indeed, both he and Medea are arcane spellcasters, both of them are interested in petrified lizards, and both intend to do some research on the topic of "petrification". That doesn't mean the two of them will necessarily get along.

In fact, Joan knew nothing about Medea's origin and had tried to communicate with her in depth, but the result was not very pleasant, and even suffered a little shock.

Others take it for granted that the two "freaks" should have a common language and even a close relationship, but this is actually a misunderstanding.

Qiao An was quite embarrassed by this, and it was inconvenient to explain publicly, so he could only pretend that nothing had happened.

Medea seemed unaware of Joan's complicated state of mind, clinked glasses with Hailar, drank the crab blood wine in one gulp, sighed contentedly, wiped the corners of her mouth, stood up, and staggered towards the entrance of the navel.

Hailar looked at the black tea in his cup, then at the empty wine glass that Medea put down, and couldn't help but whisper to Audrey:

"How can this woman drink so much! A pint of crab blood wine was poured down in one gulp. Does she have dwarf blood?!"

"To tell you the truth, even if we dwarves, men, women and children are included, we can't find a few who can't change their face after drinking a glass of crab blood wine. This Ms. Gauguin is really a hero in wine!"

Scholz gave a thumbs up, looking at Medea's slim back with admiration from the bottom of his heart.

"Stop bragging!" Audrey was a little worried. "Looking at the way Medea walks, I'm afraid she is quite drunk... Isn't it too much force for her to cast spells like this?"

Holden elbowed Joan, and urged: "Don't just eat, go and give her a hand!"

Joan was holding a piece of "navigation biscuit" and was gnawing his mouth full of biscuit crumbs. He looked at Mr. Poet in confusion: "Why do you have to let me go? I haven't finished eating, so I won't go..."

"Just go if you are told, there is so much nonsense!"

Holden snatched the biscuit with his hands and pushed him angrily.

Joan stood up helplessly, bravely ran to Medea, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Medea asked back.

Qiao An noticed that her fair face was burning red at the moment, and she smelled of alcohol when she spoke, but she was still conscious, so she told the truth: "They are worried that you are drunk, so let me come and take care of you."

"Haha! Thank you for your concern, but I'm not drunk, I'm just a little... over the top." Medea rubbed her forehead, smiling hard to hide her drunkenness.

"It's fine if you're not drunk." Qiao An wanted to say, "I'll go back if I'm fine." After all, she was still worried, so she followed her silently, taking care of her.

Medea smiled at him, drawing a circle around her mouth with her fingers.

"Grow a beard."

Qiao An was stunned for a moment before realizing her intentions, and quickly wiped the biscuit crumbs from the corner of her mouth.

In order to cover up his embarrassment, he had nothing to say.

"In the future, you should drink less wine."

"No!" Medea flatly refused, "Drinking is one of my few pleasures, how can I give it up!"

Qiao An scratched her head, thinking that she really didn't realize that this woman was actually a drunkard.

"Not only do I like to drink, but I'm also good at making wine. When you come to my house as a guest, I invite you to taste the wine I brewed myself. I hope you like it!" Medea said confidently.

Joan had no interest in wine, but he found that Medea, who was slightly drunk, had a much more lively and cheerful personality, and it was easier to get along with her.

"Then thank you in advance for your hospitality, but you'd better concentrate on casting spells now." Joan whispered.

Medea nodded, touched her pocket, and found a handful of round and tiny glass beads in her hand.

A little drunkenness did not negatively affect her focus on casting spells, and she successfully completed the spell-casting process. Fifteen glass beads turned into "peeping magic eyes", separated from her palm one after another, dragged the streamer, and flew into the entrance of the navel.

Medea lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was meditating with her eyes closed.

Qiao An knew that she was concentrating on the remote control of the "peeping magic eye", assigning different detection routes to each magic eye, and watched quietly from the side, lest it interfere with her spellcasting.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Medea opened her eyes, her thick eyelashes were curled up, and she looked at the entrance of the navel full of expectation.

Joan also followed her gaze, and soon found a small magic eye flying back.

Medea held the glass bead with her hand, read what she had seen and heard along the way, and nodded thoughtfully.

Joan really wanted to ask her what she saw, but now only one magic eye came back, and it was too early to inquire about the information, so she pressed Curious and continued to wait.

After another ten minutes, the other 14 peeping eyes also returned one after another, and truthfully reported to their hostess what they had seen and heard on their investigation routes.

"The length of this navel is about four to five miles. The exit is located in a valley surrounded by cliffs." Medea said softly.