From the day Golden Horn's loyalty towards Ethan reached ninety-nine points, the Old Minotaur practically forced Ethan to drink with him every single day.
Without exception.
And once Golden Horn drank enough Earth Wine, the result was always the same—endless blabbering.
At first, Ethan listened with anticipation, hoping that something—anything—would spark an idea that could help him obtain that final, elusive point of loyalty.
However, after days of listening to the same drunken rambling, Ethan had lost interest.
Golden Horn spoke of his youth…his battles…his genius children…his powerful wife…and his regrets.
Nothing useful.
Believing that one of his existing plans would eventually work, Ethan gradually stopped paying attention altogether.
Until today.
"I have achieved so much in life…" Golden Horn muttered, swaying slightly as he lifted his wine pot.
"I have a powerful wife… genius children… a strong tribe…"
