Seeing the flicker of surprise and greed in Seranthir's eyes, Jona Velli gave Medusa a meaningful look.
Medusa understood immediately and hurriedly had the maids switch Seranthir's cup for a large one, with the other dragons receiving the same treatment.
Even little Fenni was no exception; she was served a cup even larger than herself.
Fenni rolled her eyes at the maid speechlessly, her gaze seemingly saying, 'Are you looking for trouble on purpose?' but she didn't say anything aloud.
Watching the wine slowly fill the cup, Seranthir forcibly suppressed the longing in his heart and looked up at Jona Velli.
That look was clearly an inquiry.
Jona Velli naturally understood and spoke with a smile.
"As dragons, why should we be like those humans, hesitant and merely sipping?"
"Drinking in large gulps is the way that best suits our status!"
Having finished speaking, Jona Velli picked up the wine cup in front of her, tilted her head back, and downed it.
The mellow wine slid down her fair neck, but she didn't care at all.
"Good! Older Sister is mighty!"
Gris joined in the fun at this time, directly pulling the wooden plug from a nearby wine barrel and drinking heartily.
Seeing this scene, Harmody's eyes gleamed.
"Damn, as expected of my son, his personality is just like mine! I'm in!"
Saying this, Harmody also pulled out a wooden plug and began to chug.
"Fun, fun! Ailar wants some too!"
Ailar also clapped and cheered from the side, picking up her wine cup and starting to drink directly.
Unexpectedly, however, Ailar wasn't very good at drinking; she started choking as soon as she began to chug.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!!!"
A group of maids standing by hurriedly helped her recover.
Sasha and Fenni couldn't help but facepalm seeing this.
These guys... Friel, on the other hand, stared intently at Jona Velli's fair neck, unable to stop herself from swallowing.
Gulp—
It seemed... she was even more delicious like this.
Sasha didn't dare to imagine what the usually stern Seranthir would think upon seeing this.
But it was something she had to face.
Sasha cautiously glanced at Seranthir, but after seeing his expression, she was surprised.
Seranthir's eyes were wide, containing a faint sense of approval and praise.
To be honest, Sasha had rarely seen Seranthir like this.
In her eyes, Seranthir had always been like a soldier—very serious, demanding, and self-restrained.
He was very stubborn, yet helpful, and belonged to the more socially adept group among the Metal Dragon.
He was usually gentle, patient, and quite approachable.
But that was only after getting to know him well.
When facing strange creatures, especially Chromatic Dragons, the appearance of such an expression still amazed Sasha.
She had originally worried that Seranthir would have unnecessary conflicts with Jona Velli and the other dragons, but now... Sasha turned to look at Jona Velli, who was still drinking, and couldn't help but curl her lips slightly.
"It seems... this sister of mine is quite extraordinary; I underestimated you."
Muttering, Sasha also picked up her wine cup and began to sip slowly.
As Silver Dragons, their habits usually maintained elegance, and they rarely performed such bold actions.
Every time they finished their wine, a maid would come to automatically refill it for them.
In this way, the dragons enjoyed the fine food and wine together; it was quite pleasant, and they got along harmoniously.
After a while, while the other dragons were chatting happily, Jona Velli looked at Seranthir, who was having a casual conversation with Sasha.
Seranthir's senses were extremely sharp; by the time he sensed a gaze, he had already turned his head.
Jona Velli smiled slightly and began to ask her next question.
"Seranthir, right? I have a question I'd like to ask you."
After drinking a cup of wine, Seranthir nodded.
"Feel free to speak."
"May I ask... do you really hate Chromatic Dragons? What is your view on Chromatic Dragons?"
"I need your true answer; it's very important to me."
This was a sensitive topic, but it was indeed important to Jona Velli, as it determined her next steps and how she would act.
Jona Velli's voice wasn't loud, but it attracted the attention of the other dragons.
Except for the Three Dragons who were still busily eating.
Seranthir's gaze darkened slightly.
"You want to know?"
"Yes."
He unhurriedly took a bite of a chicken leg, and after swallowing it, followed it with a gulp of strong wine.
"Then let me ask you, in the eyes of Dwarves, what are Gray Dwarves and their ilk like?"
"In the eyes of Wood Elves and Silver Moon Elves, what are Drow Elves like?"
Seranthir didn't choose to answer directly, but after hearing this response, Jona Velli already understood in her heart, and her gaze dimmed a bit.
"I see, I understand."
But just then, Seranthir changed his tone.
"No, you've misunderstood."
The light returned to Jona Velli's eyes as she met Seranthir's gaze, finding a bit more seriousness in them.
"What I said was just the view of ordinary creatures, but it is not my subjective thought."
"In my eyes, whether it's Metal Dragon, Chromatic Dragons, Gem Dragons, Aberrant Dragons, Elemental Dragons, or those Legendary Dragons and Abomination Dragon that only exist in legends and have never shown their faces, their essence is the same."
"They are powerful, proud, and greedy, but different personalities and appearances create different dragon species."
"Metal Dragon adhere to justice and restraint, while Chromatic Dragons indulge in evil and their true nature."
"Although we Metal Dragon dislike it, for me, as long as my bottom line isn't crossed, I will treat them with an ordinary heart."
Hearing what Seranthir said, Jona Velli was still somewhat shocked.
"It seems not all Metal Dragon are stubborn."
Jona Velli smiled faintly from her heart, and Seranthir also tilted his head slightly.
"Haven't the Chromatic Dragons also produced special dragons like you?"
Friel looked at Seranthir, her hostility toward him lessening a bit more.
Sniff, sniff—
Just then, a short figure burst into view.
Seranthir narrowed his eyes; he could see that this figure was unusual.
Jona Velli stood up with a smile to welcome the Dwarf King.
"Hahahaha, let me introduce you. This is the Dwarf King, Reg."
"Hey! My friend, you really haven't been loyal enough, sneaking off to enjoy fine wine behind my back!"
Dwarf King Reg was very angry.
"This is my fault. How about this: for the next week, all your expenses in White Crystal City will be on the house."
"Really?!"
Reg was overjoyed.
"Of course."
Saying this, Jona Velli gave Reg a shimmering, charcoal-white dragon scale.
"Consider this my token; keep it well."
"Great! Brothers! In my heart!"
The Dwarf King patted his sturdy chest and wanted to pat Jona Velli's waist.
But before he could touch her, he found that the space in front of him was sealed, preventing him from moving forward.
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