I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything

Michael stood in the center of the hall with a smile on his face, waiting for all the guests to quiet down and get their attention.

He scanned the hall with his eyes. The chandeliers four chandeliers on the ceiling illuminated the entire place as the sole source of light besides the eight candles scattered in the corners.

Michael knew most of the guests that came except for others that his friend invited. So, when he went to the center of the hall. Most of them quickly turned their heads at him with interest.

"What? Will Michael announce another competition again?"

"Probably not, look he still has a kind of bitter expression on his after he lost."

"Hahaha!"

Michael was speechless when he saw his friends mocking him. 'Bastard Tommy, you have a day for me.'

"Cough! I'm just here to announce that we can now eat and drink to the fullest. The banquet starts now!"

With this, the banquet officially started with Michael's announcement causing the guests to stand in their respective seats one after another.

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"What now? We have already eaten and drank our fill." Kiba's hazy eyes swept through the hall.

"Let's rest first." Azazel took a deep breath and said with his now flushed face. He felt dizzy after they finished one bottle. Now, he couldn't even control his body properly due to tipsiness. '

"The two of you still need to wipe out the milk in the corner of your lips." Gregory, a veteran drinker, couldn't help but feel a little proud after he outlasted the two.

It was already to the point that with their every walk, they would sway. Whilst Gregory, on the other hand, didn't even feel anything. Still clear-headed and only feels a little dizzy, as if the alcohol didn't affect him at all. In reality, the concentration of alcohol was a whopping sixty-five percent.

If not, B rank degu users like them who have much higher alcohol resistance even without drinking regularly won't be so devastated like this. Gregory thought only of a C rank. In the past, once a heavy drinker. He only stopped after he became the captain of the branch of Ranger's Eye. Nonetheless, a thin, dead camel is bigger than a horse.

Gregory guided the two guys on the way to the chairs to let them rest. Who knows when the two would drop like a dead dog on the ground?

The long red table was now filled with people merrily eating and drinking to their heart's content.

The girls flocked to Michael and Fein as soon as the two appeared, and walked to the table. Of course, almost eighty percent of the girls flirted with Fein this time. After all, Michael already has Celine, while Fein didn't seem to have someone.

For them, the guy wasn't only handsome, he was also a skilled pianist and dancer. Such a man is simply eye candy for the girls.

"Hey, easy... Calm down for a moment, please." Fein was speechless as the girls tried to talk to him while there are who are brazen enough to hug his shoulder.

'Damn it, is this the problem that comes with being handsome?'

Fein looked at the girl's curvy figure in front of him. He was not a saint. If this continues, his little brother might suddenly protest.

"Hey girls, rest easy. My friend might feel uncomfortable." Michael saw Fein trying to ask him for help. So this was the last thing he could do.

In reality, he was quite delighted. Much of his dissatisfaction after losing lessened after seeing his friend's discomfort.

After a few minutes, the girls around Fein gradually dispersed. After all, most of them here are people with status. They still pay attention to their image. Of course, they only left after they manage to know Fein's information.

"I can finally enjoy the food." Fein sighed, glad that the girls focused on enjoying the banquet. He almost felt suffocated by the sheer number of girls that surrounded him.

Beauties with plump bodies, above-average facial features, and sexy movements. If he didn't control the blood flow on the lower part of the body, his divine sword would have already sprung up like a spring to heaven.

Fein glanced at the food in front. Roasted chicken, vegetable salad, fruits, and unfamiliar dishes. They looked appetizing that his stomach immediately protests.

GULU GULU

He couldn't help but rub his belly, lick his lips, and take a bit of all kind of food to taste all of them.

All the foods here are from professional fields. Michael can already be considered rich after he worked hard for the Ranger's Eye for a few years now. Furthermore, his family is a huge conglomerate that stood in the food industry for a long time.

"Good food!" Fein felt the meat on his tongue melt like a marshmallow and it gave him a long-lasting aftertaste of its flavor. Even with his standard, Fein had to admit that the food prepared by professionals passed his standards.

"Of course, the foods that you are eating now are carefully studied and practiced with our cooks," Michael says while chewing Beef Wellington in his mouth.

"Don't talk when you have food in your mouth." A black line appeared on his face.

Kate, on the other hand, kept pouring drinks for Fein with a strange glint in her eyes.

"By the way, where are your two friends?" Although he wants to ask why she keeps giving her drinks. He decided not to ask since he only drinks occasionally. 'Might as well enjoy it.'

"Right there. They are with Captain Gregory." Kate pointed at the distance where Azazel and Kiba sat on a chair with their faces pale.

"Alcohol filled their system. They might wake up later with a hangover." Michael stretched his hand to the bottle of Gildeni, the strongest alcohol in the South, and poured it into the transparent glass in front of him.

Then he shoved it into his mouth. The fiery hot sensation caressed the inside of his neck.

Michael's face contorted slightly due to the strong taste of the alcohol.