The last time he almost made his aunt dance the cha-cha after drinking, Peter learned from the experience and started drinking more to improve his drinking tolerance.

With the addition of physical strength, he felt that he could not get drunk even after a hundred drinks.

I still don’t understand the purpose of these people, so I’ll get them drunk first.

Even if you don't tell the truth after drinking, your credibility will be much higher.

"Your Highness..."

Several people were stunned for a moment and wanted to finish their business and leave.

After all, His Highness's reputation is not good, and Damu Capital is pissing on them. What if they let dogs bite them?

But the wine given by His Highness was served, and they had no choice but to sit down

On the oval dining table, Peter sat at one end, with Duke Darier on his left and the remaining four nobles on his right.

You have a cup and I have a cup. Whenever several people want to talk, Peter says:

"Drink! Don't you want to give me the face of the crown prince, huh?"

Several people had no choice but to drink until their glasses were dry. Soon they became so drunk that they stuttered when they spoke.

After thirty years of drinking, Peter smiled and said:

"Lao Da, Xiao Bo, don't, Luo, Ku, I don't know what you want from me?"

Darier lay on the table and made a sound, raised his butt and looked at Peter blankly, then said with a silly smile:

"Drink, I...I can still..."

Culkin was able to hold on better. Although he felt the world was spinning around him, he still maintained a trace of clarity.

He stammered:

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..., our wife liked the clothes His Majesty was wearing when she met the Queen. However, she searched tailor shops in St. Petersburg and Moscow and couldn't figure out what kind of craftsmanship it was. Later, she asked Your Majesty to tell you. Your Majesty said it was designed by you.

Yes, madam, please ask us to meet...to meet Your Highness, and I want to ask you for the secret of designing this kind of clothes..."

Peter was stunned for a moment, and then asked each question again, and his words were almost the same under his drunkenness.

It's exactly what Culkin said.

Peter smiled slightly. He originally thought that his aunt's wind was going to blow again, but he didn't expect someone to come so soon.

Then ask the maids to bring quills and parchment.

The touch of the quill and the parchment was delicate and delicate, and Peter wrote the following message to them in French:

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Chapter completed!