Chapter 799 Divine Blood Wine Top Secret Memories

"Me?" Hearing the old Щщш..lā gentleman from the captain, he showed a restrained smile full of British style. "You can call me Murphy, good Murphy."

"I don't think you have any good intentions at all. On the contrary, I think you seem to be planning some kind of conspiracy. What do you want to do?"

The captain didn't agree with the old gentleman's statement at all. He stared closely at the guy in front of him, his eyes were sharp and aggressive. Obviously, he was trying to force the old guy in front of him to tell the truth with strong coercion. However, he underestimated how resistant the old gentleman in front of him was.

After knocking on the table at the bar, the bartender immediately took out a half-full, extremely ornate and ancient wine bottle. The fine wine in the bottle was rippling with a scarlet color like fresh blood, making people want to taste it just by looking at it.

The old gentleman named Murphy just poured two glasses of wine under the watchful eye of the captain. While pushing a glass of wine to the captain's face, he picked up the glass and took a shallow sip. Then he showed a look of enjoyment and said to the captain.

"You know, young man. In the beginning, wine was given the title of the blood of God by the people of the church. But in my opinion, the real blood of God is by no means comparable to the inferior products in the hands of the church." The wine that can really be called the blood of God should have been born in the Middle Ages, by an alchemist named Paracelsus. In his era, many people believed that he created The secret medicine of immortality."

"What do you want to say, do you want to tell me that the bottle of wine in your hand is the work of that alchemist?"

"Calm, otherwise you think why I would go to such lengths to tell you these things. This bottle of wine is the only surviving work of Paracelsus. Believe me, when you taste its deliciousness, you will definitely Forget all your troubles and worries, and get a real sense of spiritual ecstasy. How about it, do you want to try it?"

Seeing the alluring scarlet rippling from the wine glass, and the unbearable sweet smell. Even with the captain's will, he couldn't help his mouthpiece trembling.

"Do you really think this bottle of wine that has been stored for hundreds of years is still drinkable, and it hasn't expired yet?"

"Young man, there's no expiration date on alchemist stuff. And I guess, you've already smelled it, haven't you?"

Murphy's words were indescribably bewitching, but what was more bewitching than his words was the glass of fine wine in front of him. Looking at the glass of fine wine in front of him, the captain immediately had the urge to do it all over again. This made him unbearably hungry, even to the point of being unstoppable like a volcanic eruption.

So at the moment, even he himself didn't know what happened, he had already picked up the glass of fine wine and drank it down in one gulp.

Like clear water suddenly flowing on the long-dried land, the captain couldn't help but let out a groan of enjoyment as soon as he drank the fine wine. The sensory impact on his body and soul made him so intoxicated that he immediately set his sights on the remaining half bottle of fine wine.

Seeing the captain's undisguised longing eyes, Murphy poured himself another glass of fine wine, and pushed the entire bottle in front of the captain.

"Drink, young man. These are yours if you want them."

The captain felt something was wrong intellectually. But physically, he was completely unable to control himself.

The repressed emotions and the instinctive impulse in his heart made him pick up the wine bottle involuntarily, without even using the cup, he drank directly.

This kind of behavior can be called extravagant, because if this bottle of wine really comes from the hands of the legendary alchemist, then it is definitely a priceless treasure. This kind of treasure can be called a waste even if it is tasted carefully, let alone such a booze.

But Murphy didn't care, he just smiled and looked at the captain, watching him drink up the wine in the bottle bit by bit.

After drinking all the fine wine, the captain staggered suddenly as soon as he put down the bottle, almost falling down. His brain was in chaos, or rather, the long-lost feeling of drunkenness appeared on him now. And take away control of his body little by little.

"What's wrong with me, am I drunk?"

Some couldn't believe it, looking at the palm of his hand that had a double image, the captain muttered to himself in a daze. After hearing his words, Murphy smiled slightly and replied.

"You're always going to get drunk. If you've never been drunk, you can tell you're not quite drunk. But it turns out that you are, young man."

"It's really interesting. It turns out that this is the feeling of being drunk. This feeling of emptying the brain is really good." There was a smirk on his face, but tears began to flow from his eyes. "That's good, at least I seem to have forgotten Bucky now."

"You have sad things? It's unfortunate. But it's a good thing, too. When you're drunk, you can forget all sad things."

The mild-mannered Murphy speaks like a conscientious therapist. After hearing his words, the captain said bluntly.

"You're a good man, Murphy. I'm sorry I doubted you before."

"It's all right, young man. Anyone can be suspicious sometimes. The point is, you have to learn to gain their trust, don't you?"

"You're right. Oh, the feeling of being drunk is really weird. It seems like everything is changing. Also, I have this kind of thought that feels so familiar. I really don't know where this strange thought came from here."

The captain who really drank too much began to mutter and complain. In this regard, Murphy once again showed a meaningful smile.

"Maybe you have been drunk like this before? It's just that it's been too long, maybe you can't remember clearly."

"Maybe! But I've hardly ever been drunk, or I've never been. It's the first time, it's definitely the first time."

"I don't think this is the first time!" Picking up the empty wine bottle, Murphy's smile began to twist in the captain's eyes. "Many years ago, you should have had this once. It's just that you have forgotten, Mr. Steve Rogers. Your memory has been blurred, and you have forgotten a lot of things that you have experienced. Now, it is It's time for you to remember."

Murphy's sudden change of tone made the captain's mind tumbling crazily. Countless pasts emerged bit by bit like eggs whose shells had been peeled. But for this completely unfamiliar memory that belonged to him, the captain suddenly began to be unbelievable.

The most important moment of his life came at the end of World War II, preventing the Red Skull's final death blow. After that, he fell into the ice. And experienced a long sleep of seventy years in it. But now the memory that emerged in his mind told him that he had never stayed in the ice for so long.

Huge submarines, desperate German troops, machines of unknown purpose, and magical magic that has never been imagined. All this made the captain's brain hiss like boiling. Chaotic and broken memories blocked almost every corner of his brain, all of which made him want to trace the context, but he couldn't get a specific answer anyway.

He began to feel a headache, a pain like a needle prick. This made him tightly cover his head, clenched his teeth and could not help but let out a difficult moan.

Suddenly, the image of a person appeared in his mind. The shadow of the serious German made him say his name involuntarily.

"Einzbern"

The appearance of this name was like sparks on the edge of a gunpowder keg, making his whole brain frantically agitated. And his expression also became distorted and hideous, and a terrifying flush gradually appeared on his face.

This change made the smile on Murphy's face became deeper and deeper, and the smile almost reached the ears. At the same time, the entire bar suddenly became quiet. It's as if this place has become a completely different world in an instant.

In other words, this place has indeed become a different world, a world that has been artificially created. In such a world, Murphy in the captain's eyes began to change his image, turning into a ferocious figure that belonged only to devils.

"Let me re-introduce myself, Mr. Steve Rogers. I am Mephisto, a devil who rules hell. I have been entrusted by an old friend of yours to bring you his greetings. "

"Einzbern" gritted his teeth and said these words, the captain had sorted out a part of the abnormal key points from his own brain. And hearing him pronounce the name, Mephisto immediately laughed.

"That's right, that's right. It's this amazing guy. Reinhardt Einzbern. Or the great alchemist Paracelsus, or the current Smith Week. No matter where A name, it all stands for a remarkable human being, a guy that even a devil like me has to admire. For him I bring you my greetings, Mr. Captain America Steve Rogers. A special greeting!"

"The night is eternally silent, and the night fire is always bright. May you find a place where your soul rests in this tranquility."

The words full of literary flavor caused the struggling captain to immediately stop all movements. His pupils began to dilate, and the expression on his face became indifferent and stiff. At this moment, he looked like a machine. For Mephisto, he is indeed a machine, a machine that only knows how to obey orders.

Seventy years ago, someone had already planted the foreshadowing. And now, it is time for this foreshadowing to start to play a role. Chaos and despair, pain and death will follow, and for a devil, this is the most amazing sight. Mephisto was sincerely admiring, admiring the guy who made all this, admiring the human beings themselves.

They can always surprise people, don't they!

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