Tavern in Another Dimension: Getting the Elf Queen Drunk at the Start

The Harvest Festival was proceeding in an orderly manner.

The streets and the central square became more and more lively as the competitions began.

Alan brought Orina to play all the small games in the game area. The waiters that the governor chose were all quite professional. Even Alan, the organizer, enjoyed his experience.

The handsome young man and the beautiful girl formed a beautiful scene during the celebration.

Those who knew Alan would whisper to the people around them that the young man was a genius brewmaster and the current owner of the small tavern. He brewed both of the drinks provided in the self-service area. Those were drinks that had never existed in Hailar before.

When they spoke, they were extremely proud. It was the "I know, but you don't" sense of superiority that could be seen in every corner of the festival.

Alan brought Orina to sit down in the rest area. It was not early after playing for a while. The two of them haven't had lunch yet so they were hungry.

"You sit down. I'll go get some food." After saying that, Alan turned around to get some food.

"I haven't said what I want to eat..."

Orina mumbled softly. She hadn't said anything yet...

Alan carefully selected the food that he felt Orina liked.

Orina looked at the food Alan chose and smiled.

The tacit understanding between the two became more and more obvious. Just from the choice of food, one could see that Alan completely understood Orina's preferences.

At the cooking competition venue.

Abraham, who changed into women's clothing, not only surprised the men around him, but the women in the same competition were also extremely curious about this 'beautiful girl'.

Under everyone's curious gazes, Abraham's face was expressionless. He tried his best to remain calm and not tremble.

He recalled that ever since he put on the hood, in the 800 years, Abraham had never taken off his hood in a crowd. This time, it was for the sake of victory!

Not only did he sacrifice his pride as a male demon, but he also took off his beloved hood.

He did not know why he agreed to that human's ridiculous request in the alley just now.

Abraham, who was standing in front of the counter, was panicking. He could not help but look at Wayne below the stage.

The competition began.

The women around him began to handle the ingredients. Abraham focused his mind and began his task.

Wayne originally just wanted to give it a try and encourage him to participate in the competition, but he never expected that he would be able to get away with dressing up as a woman.

In terms of practical skills, this guy was not like a man. He handled the ingredients skillfully while heating the pot in an orderly manner.

Wayne even saw a faint smile on his face. Abraham enjoyed cooking very much.

The allotted cooking time quickly ended.

The next stage of the competition was tasting the food. The host randomly selected the audience to go on stage and taste the food before giving out a score. The winner would be determined based on the total score of each person.

Wayne, unfortunately, was not selected to be on the tasting team. He could only watch as the people on stage ate one dish after another.

After Abraham finished cooking, he started to fidget again, constantly avoiding the gazes of the people around him.

"Okay, the results of this cooking competition are in."

Holding a small microphone, the host stood in the middle of the cooking table and announced excitedly.

"The winner of this competition is!"

The host paused and looked at the anticipating audience below.

"Contestant Abra from cooking table number three!"

Wayne was completely shocked. He never thought that Abraham would actually win!?

The audience was cheering for this beautiful stranger. Winning first place meant that he had the chance to taste the new drinks in the tavern for a year for free.

Just as the host was about to hand over the winning medal to him, a faint voice came from outside the crowd.

"Dorje, do you think that woman on the stage looks like Abraham?"

Mauricio was a boorish man. He never cared about his surroundings when he spoke, and his voice was loud.

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to look at Dorje, who was only as tall as his chest.

When Dorje heard what he said, he also turned his gaze to the "woman" on the stage who just won.

"Isn't that Abraham? Why is he wearing women's clothes!?"

Dorje smiled evilly and said loudly while taking pleasure in others' misfortune.

Wayne's heart raced in the crowd. These two guys are going to ruin things!

"That's right, Abraham. Why are you wearing women's clothes?"

Mauricio turned his head and shouted at the woman on the stage who was waiting to receive the award. Even though they were separated by the crowd, everyone could still hear him.

The entire venue was silent. Everyone was staring at Abraham, who appeared to be uneasy on the stage.

He was cursing Wayne to death in his heart. He had promised to win the championship. Now that he won, he was also exposed!

Wayne had a face full of grief and indignation. Mauricio, this fool!

"May I ask, 'Ms. Abra,' are you a man?!"

The host gritted his teeth and questioned.

"I..."

Abraham stuttered for a long time but still did not speak. There were faint signs that he was about to explode.

Seeing this, the crowd below the stage booed and shouted for Abraham to step down.

Wayne looked at Abraham, who was standing on the counter, trembling with anger. He was a little embarrassed. This time, his plan tricked his friend.

Just as he was thinking of a remedy, Abraham, who was on the stage, waved his hand and opened his magic space. He took out his hood and put it on.

Then, the magic power around his body surged, and the powerful magic power made the people around him gasp...

On the stage, Abraham covered his face and growled through gritted teeth.

"Wayne!? I'm going to kill you today!"

There was no time to think. Looking at Abraham who was pouncing towards him, Wayne turned and fled.

He kept complaining in his heart, how is this guy so strong...

The two of them chased each other until they disappeared in front of the crowd like the wind. Only then did the crowd finally come back to their senses.

"Well, since our champion is a man, to be fair, let's allow the second place to inherit the prize."

The host smiled awkwardly, drawing everyone's attention back to the competition.

Although this farce of a man pretending to be a woman only caused a big commotion in the cooking competition, the chase between the two of them still attracted a lot of attention.

Near the small tavern, in a deserted alley on the back street.

The situation was reversed. Wayne, who was forced into a corner, smiled at Abraham who had a cold expression on his face.

After a short chase, Abraham gradually calmed down.

After regaining his senses, he realized that Wayne, a middle-aged man who was normally unremarkable, was able to escape unscathed under his all-out chase. There was no magic fluctuation on his body at all during this process.

It seemed that this was another hidden powerhouse. Thinking of his mission, Abraham knew that now was not the time to have a fallout with the humans over a year's worth of new wine tasting opportunities.

"Haha, Abraham, I'm sorry about that. This mistake is on me. After all, the two guys who exposed you are my friends."

Wayne looked at the man who was blocking him but did not take any further action. He felt lucky that there was no need to fight anymore. Only then did he resentfully open his mouth to beg for mercy.

Abraham was silent. After a long time, he let out a cold snort and relaxed his body, no longer blocking him.

Wayne rolled his eyes. Another bad idea came to his mind.

He leaned close to Abraham's ear and whispered his plan.

In the backyard of the tavern.

The black kitten was walking elegantly, its big cat eyes looked around vigilantly.

Step by step, it walked toward Alan's wine cellar.