Richard watched as he gulped down the contents of the second glass of wine he had in his hands.

He had put increased the quantity this time, much more than the first time, with the intentions that Martins would take his time to gulp it down at least twice before the contents in the glass would have been exhausted, but with Martins being an indefatigable lover of wine, he didn't expect any less from him.

If he was continuously going to feed him much wine, make him drunk and then twirl his brain with questions, the effect of the liquor in his body would force him give out the answers,...