Chapter 1922: Drunken Words

After transporting the coffin, evil dragon skulls, historical documents, disaster records, and some treasures and weapons on the magic airship, I was relieved, and then commanded the manpower to move the boulder to block the entrance to the tomb, and then filled it with soil. With ravines, this trip is finally considered to be complete.
This trip was quite rewarding, except for the coffins, historical documents, and disaster records, all other items are mine.
When the evil dragon skull was shown to his family, I didn't know how they would behave.
Is it shock? Still questioning? Or excited?
I will wait and see.
Except for the treasures I carried, there should be a lot of puppet knights in the tomb, but because I have the pedigree of the Freid family, I cannot activate the puppet knights, so naturally I can't find their hiding place.
Therefore, the important task of finding and bringing back the puppet knights is left to those outsiders who are highly skilled in martial arts and do not have the pedigree of the Felid family.
The first stop the magic airship sailed to was not Fort Witch, but York City.
In the name of Master Dewey, I once again invited Simmons Rock onto the airship.
This time, he did not bring a guard, but lightly clothed and came here alone.
Sitting opposite each other in the room, I picked up the teapot and poured him a cup.
The overflowing fragrance of tea drifted into Simmons Locke's nose. He took a deep breath, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and couldn't help but praised: "Good tea, is this the new tea from Moonlight City?"
"You are really a connoisseur, you know it with just one product" I complimented: "This is indeed a new tea produced in Moonlight City. Before it could be circulated on the market, I bought one-third of it, and the remaining two-thirds, about It will be listed at the beginning of next month."
Simmons Locke smiled and said, "According to you, I am quite happy."
"Where is this, you are my uncle, everyone is a family, this is just the beginning, and there will be many good things in the future."
"If you say anything, I'll wait and see." He picked up the tea cup again, took a sip, smashed his mouth, shook his head and said, "I'm still not used to drinking tea, is there any alcohol?"
"Yes, of course!" I hurriedly got up and took out all kinds of wine from the cabinet, including wine, rum, whiskey, cider and so on.
Simmons Locke glanced at the wine, shook his head, and said: "The most top wine, I don't even drink it often, but after all, I have drunk it. Forget it this time, um... This wine looks beautiful, where is it produced?"
"This is a limited supply of Dasay City specialties, called whiskey."
With that said, I took out a new cup, unscrewed the cork, and poured it in slowly.
The amber wine syrup slowly flows into the cup, splashing a few transparent wine drops, clinging to the wall of the cup, and looking closely, it looks like a brown gem decorated on the wall of the cup.
The smell of burnt incense, before the wine syrup was full, could not wait to penetrate into the nasal cavity, stimulating my sense of smell.
Not only me, but Simmons Locke, who was sitting across from him, swallowed hard.
After filling the whole glass, Simmons Locke eagerly picked up the glass, first sniffed it under his nose, and let out a comfortable moan, then put the mouth of the glass close to his lips and took a sip.
In an instant, an excited expression bloomed on Simmons Locke's face.
As a city lord, especially a serious city lord, such an expression is very bad.
But what does this have to do with Simmons Locke at this moment?
Sitting in front of him, I am his future grand niece and son-in-law, belonging to my family. Some gaffes, even if I let my family know, what's the matter?
Anyway, they are all grasshoppers on a rope. It can be said that everything will be damaged and all will be prosperous. When it is not a last resort, who will choose to destroy itself?
So Simmons Locke had no scruples, pouring whiskey, and killing three bottles in one go, his face was a little red.
He took a drink and looked at me who drank as much alcohol as him. He was a little puzzled: "You drink so well? You are not even drunk at all?"
I smiled bitterly: "It's not that I drink well, but because of some special reasons, alcohol doesn't work for me."
"You are so pitiful." He drank the wine in the glass in one breath and sighed: "You can't even get drunk."
"Who said no?" I pursed my lips, and I also felt a little sad.
Sometimes a hangover is also a way to relieve stress, but I am not blessed to enjoy it.
Maybe it was a little too much, and Simmons Rock started to talk to me about York City.
"I hate that insidious old fellow Carter Horton." Simmons Rock shook the glass, half a cup of brown liquor washed the inside of the glass like a wave: "But I have to ally with that old fellow, you Know, hiccup, why?"
I shook my head: "I don't know."
"Because for me, Dasai City is more threatening!" His volume suddenly increased, which frightened me.
After that, he took another shot again, squinted his eyes, glanced at me, and said: "Your father-in-law...he is very powerful, but the old duke of the orc race is even more frightening to me. That old man, he is simply a monster! Not only is he strong, his strength is exaggerated! My father, the father of Zeng and Carter Horton, gathered 20 million adventurers to start a war against Darcy City. At that time, our army , Have already wrapped up your father-in-law, his father, and their army into rice dumplings. As a result, hundreds of thousands of adventurers led by the old duke have torn open the way! They took away their father and son. Two, by the way, we were caught off guard. This is a shame and a nightmare!"
He had the same neck, poured half a glass of wine into his mouth, and I hurriedly poured another full glass for him.
Simmons Lock continued: "In that battle, we killed more than 100,000 people, but lost nearly a million! Since then, we have not launched any large-scale battle with Dasai City, unless The old duke is dead, otherwise I would rather continue to maintain the current situation!"
"But I heard the High Priest say that there is about to be a big battle in the Hefeng Continent."
"Oh, the high priest you are talking about is the old woman who has lived for an unknown number of years." He paused and said, "Her predictions have some basis and are very accurate. So, the old duke will soon Are you going to die?"
"I think your expectations may fall in vain, and the high priest did not say that the old duke will die."
"Didn't you say it?" Simmons Locke looked at the syrup in the cup and slowly said: "Since he did not say it, he may or may not die. If the old duke dies, the war will be It is possible that I started it. If he is not dead, who would start this war? Carter Horton?"
Having said this, he sneered: "How could that insidious guy who would only take advantage and refuse to suffer, would take the initiative to launch a war?"
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