One Piece: The sky is azure, I just time-traveled today.

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Even before getting close, the rich aroma of wine wafted on the wind, permeating the entire sea area.

The island's outline appeared in the morning light, strange and alluring.

The island is shaped like a giant overturned wine jug, with a natural harbor at the spout and rolling hills covering neat vineyards and golden wheat fields.

The air is filled with a complex blend of hundreds of aromas, from delicate fruity notes to rich malty notes, each layer distinct, intoxicating even before a sip.

The port city is called "Amber City".

The architecture here is unique, with roofs designed in the shape of wine glasses and walls decorated with exquisite Dionysian reliefs.

The streets are paved with smooth cobblestones and lined with a wide variety of taverns and breweries.

The morning sun shines on the street, but few people are awake.

The drunkards lay sprawled on the roadside, clutching their wine jugs tightly to their chests.

"One more...one more glass...did you hear that? They're pouring drinks over there..."

"I'm not drunk! I can still drink! I'll keep drinking after I pee..."

At the entrance of the tavern, two drunken, burly men, arm in arm, swayed as they watched the road surface seem to float up and down, sway left and right, and move forward and backward.

Even the patrolling guards were flushed, their wine flasks at their waists more conspicuous than their swords.

"Stop! You...you're speeding!"

A guard shouted at the slowly crawling tortoise, but almost tripped over a pebble on the ground himself.

The alcohol here is incredibly cheap.

The most basic ale can be bought for a whole barrel for a bailey; as for the taste, only those who have tasted it know.

Fruit wine, flower wine, grain wine... there are many varieties, and the prices are as low as fresh water.

The tavern was always packed.

From dawn till dusk, the sounds of clinking glasses, laughter, and drunken sobs filled the air.

Cheers! To today's sun!

"For tomorrow's moon!"

"So that...so that our little penises can still stand up!"

The drunkards raised their glasses and drank freely, even though they were already staggering.

Here, being clear-headed becomes an anomaly.

Some out-of-town businessmen tried to remain sober while conducting business, only to be ridiculed by the locals:

"Can't drink? Then what are you doing on Drunkard's Island? Get out..."

But in this land of hedonism and decadence, there is a type of wine whose price is astonishingly high.

"Drops of God".

It is brewed only in the temple at the highest point of the island, with an annual production of less than 100 bottles.

The price of one bottle is enough to buy the most luxurious tavern in the port.

It is said that drinking "Drops of God" allows one to see divine revelations and experience ultimate pleasure.

But many more believe that it was just a lie fabricated by the Brewers Association to maintain the exorbitant prices.

"You're kidding me!" Old drunkard Hans waved his empty glass. "I've been drinking my whole life, and I've never heard of any divine revelation!"

He was the port's most famous sommelier and also its biggest drinker.

He drinks it from morning till night every day, but has never tasted a drop of "God's Drops".

"It's just too expensive..." he muttered, "enough for me to drink ale for ten thousand years."

Nevertheless, everyone who comes to the Island of Drunkards cannot help but look up at the towering temple.

Imagine the aroma of "Drops of God".

Imagine, is it really worth the astronomical price?

A drunken bard, playing an off-key lute, sang an ancient ballad:

"The aroma of wine wafts through the amber capital, where one can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk and enjoy carefree bliss."

"Only the drops of God are of high value, and mortals rarely know their worth."

The song drifted in the aroma of wine, floating towards the distant sea.

Chapter 122 "Drops of God"

A moonlit night.

The Amber City, the highest temple.

The little girl Lilith was running desperately down the mountain path, clutching a wine jug bigger than her head.

Her coarse cloth skirt was torn by thorns, and her calves were covered in bloodstains, but she was completely unaware.

The wine jug in her arms was heavy, and the cold metal poked her painfully.

This is "Drops of God".

The most precious jar in the temple.

She shouldn't have stolen it.

But she had no choice.

"Put down the 'Drops of God'!"

The pursuers behind them were getting closer and closer.

The torchlight was bright enough to illuminate her silhouette.

Lilith gritted her teeth and ran westward with all her might.

There is a cliff there, below which is the vast sea.

Perhaps... perhaps we can hide the wine jug there?

She dared not look back, she could only run for her life.

Footsteps, shouts, and the clash of weapons sounded like a death knell.

Finally, she reached the edge of the cliff.

The sea breeze howled, tousling her sweat-dampened hair.

Below was the dark seawater, with waves crashing against the rocks.

There is no way back.

She clutched the wine jug tightly, preparing to dig a hole and bury it.

But the pursuers had already surrounded them.

The leading priest had a gloomy expression and held a staff of power in his hand.

"Hand over the Drops of God, Lilith." The priest's voice was icy. "I can spare your life because your father was a brewer."

Lilith turned around and shook her head stubbornly, clutching the wine jug even tighter.

"This is...this is what my father deserved!"

"He gave his life to create the Drops of God!"

"Why won't you even let me see his ashes, or even just one last time? My father's contributions to the temple were immense!"

The priest's eyes grew even more sinister.

"That was his voluntary dedication."

"The Drops of God do not belong to anyone."

"Hand it over."

Lilith looked at the crowd that was gathering around her, shook her head again, and took a step back in despair.

At this point, his heels were already dangling in the air.

The pebbles rolled into the abyss without echoing.

"I don't..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

An arrow pierced the air.

It hit her shoulder precisely.

The excruciating pain made her loosen her grip.

The wine jug flew out of his hand.

She fell backward and plunged into the dark sea.

In the moments before she lost consciousness, she saw the wine jug trace an arc in the air before falling with her.

"Do not--!"

The priest's roar came from above the cliff.

"Damn it! My 'Drop of God,' who shot this arrow? Who was it?"

The icy seawater swallowed Lilith.

The salty seawater filled my mouth and nose.

Consciousness gradually blurred.

She reached out and hugged the wine jug that had sunk into the sea, but was gradually swept away by the ocean waves.

The golden pot gleamed faintly in the dark seawater.

Like a fallen star.

On the cliff, the priest stomped his feet in exasperation.