"Is it really as magical as you say?"


    Despite the evidence before her eyes, Hestia was still somewhat skeptical.


    "I''ve drunk [wine] before, why don''t I feel the way you describe?"


    "Nonsense! That''s because you are one of the Twelve Olympians. How could mere mortal concoctions affect you? If it were a fine brew crafted by my hands..."


    The words stopped abruptly at that point.


    Luo En nced at Hestia beside him, shaking his head and waving his hands, a gesture that seemed considerate of her.


    "Forget it, forget it, that batch is too strong. I''m afraid you can''t handle it, and you might lose yourposure in front of others..."


    "I am a respected Chief God. What haven''t I seen! Could I possibly be scared of a jug of your wine?"


    The Goddess of the Hearth, feeling slighted, suddenly bristled.


    Seemingly daunted by Hestia''s boldness, Luo En couldn''t help respecting her.


    "Lady Goddess is quite brave..."


    "Kidding me, I''m super brave, okay!"


    Hestia, with her brows raised and chest puffed out in pride, reached impatiently towards Luo En.


    "Give it here! Two jars!"


    "How about we just forget about it..."


    "Less nonsense, four jars!"


    "I have some low-alcohol fruit wines here..."


    "Shut it, watch as I finish all of your brew in one go today!"


    Under the constant provocation and repeated questioning, Hestia finally couldn''t stand it any longer; she red angrily at the clerk who had been stalling and underestimating her and demanded to know directly.


    "Say, where is it?!"


    "Well..."


    Luo En showed a troubled expression, didn''t speak, yet his eyes involuntarily nced towards the backyard.


    At once, Hestia, noticing this small movement, raised the corners of her mouth, disying a triumphant smile.


    "Hmph! You don''t need to tell me. It''s in the cer, right!"


    With that, the Goddess of the Hearth decisively left Luo En behind and stormed toward the cer entrance.


    Today, she had to expose the lie about [wine] and show this arrogant fellow what an eternal Chief God really was!


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    Luo En raised his hands, frantically trying to dissuade her.


    Though his voice was loud, his feet did not move a step forward.


    And as he watched the Goddess of the Hearth disappear into the cer, a pleased smile curled the corners of his mouth; he muttered to himself in satisfaction.


    Now he had his experimental subject.


    A quarter of an hourter, the rich aroma of wine wafted out from the cer, not only mesmerizing people but even causing birds in the trees to tumble down to the ground, sinking into a deep drunken sleep.


    "Snap!"


    After listening for a moment, and with no further noiseing from the cer, Luo En casually snapped his fingers to disperse the lingering smell of alcohol. He then leisurely lifted the hatch and walked into the cer.


    At this time, of the twelve jars of fine brew stored in the corner, nearly half had been opened.


    Luo En counted carefully—there were five jars.


    And looking around, the Goddess of the Hearth, who had been speaking so boldly earlier, was now sprawled across a pile of turnips, sound asleep.


    Her normally pale face was now a zing red,


    "Luo En... hehe... little Anna... mine, all mine...!"


    With a muffled giggle, the dreaming Hestia rubbed her burning cheeks against a cool turnip, her drool hanging at the corners of her mouth, dripping steadily to the floor.


    She was this drunk after just five jars; this Stove God really was a lightweight.


    As Luo En admired Hestia''s drunken foolishness, he took out a Magic Power crystal to take a screenshot for future enjoyment.


    Once he had taken 360-degree no-blind-spot pictures, Luo En happily pocketed this piece of ''ck history'', his lips curling into a wicked smile of sessful mischief. He then raised his arm high and brought it down with force.


    "Snap!"


    The twin cheeks of her rear trembled violently, offering Luo En an excellent tactile sensation.


    —"Ding, Trial Number Two, Commit an act of sacrilege against the Virgin Goddess Hestia,pleted!"


    Apanied by an invisible tone, a silver oracle that had appeared at the altar in Luo En''s mind melted away, reforging into a brand-new Silver Badge.


    At the same time, the dimming light on the Twelve-Sided Die twinkled once again as aplex and invisible [Chance] divine will spread out, shielding against destiny''s perception and stirring ripples in the deterministic world.


    Very good, mission aplished, renewal of the fog of war was sessful.


    So...


    "Snap snap snap!"


    A series of even more vigorous spanking sounds echoed through the narrow cer, with Luo En unabashedly smacking the raised buttocks of the Goddess of the Hearth, his lips fashioned into a gratified and joyous smile.


    Lady Goddess, let me teach you a lesson, so you''ll understand what it means to be wary of the wickedness in people''s hearts.


    "Snap snap snap snap!"


    The swinging arm almost formed afterimages, creating louder sounds.