Chapitre 860: Arnold Demorian

As the girls finished washing and walked into the bath, they stopped at the door and stared inside, "Really?" Alice blinked.

"Really," Asmo replied, staring back at her. "Suprised?"

"Old me-nya!" Selena gasped, "And the bath's lady-nya!" She rushed toward the water.

"You smell of death," Gracie stared at Grace.

"Ladies, I'm the devil of liquor, drunkards, wine, and vegetation. Baccus. Nice to meet you all," She waved her hand to them, "Cain scouted me for the cause,"

"Why could a drinking devil even do that?" Alice stared at her.

"Alcohol can be both a poison and relaxing tool for exhausted mortal, but I say it's more filth and evil than something good. I can draw the good parts for us and our troops while using the bad parts on our enemies. If I could get the goddess of agriculture to give me a bit of freedom to move in her domain, I'll grow countless vineyards and drip wine on the battlefields,"