Chapter 1922 Drunken Words

After transporting the coffins, evil dragon skulls, historical documents, disaster record books, and some treasures and weapons onto the magic airship, I breathed a sigh of relief and directed my men to move huge rocks to block the entrance to the mausoleum, and then filled it with earth. Full of ravines, this trip is finally complete.

This trip has been a fruitful one. Except for the coffin, historical documents, and the disaster record book, I own all the other items.

When the evil dragon skull is shown to the family, I wonder how they will react.

Shocked? Still questioning? Or excited?

I'll wait and see.

In addition to the treasures I carried, there should be many puppet knights in the tomb. However, since I have the blood of the Feide family, I cannot activate the puppet knights, so naturally I cannot find where they are hiding.

Therefore, the important task of finding and bringing back the puppet knights is left to outsiders who are highly skilled in martial arts and do not have the blood of the Feide family.

The first stop that the magic airship sailed to was not Wychburg, but York and Seoul.

Using the name of Master Dewey, I once again invited Simmons Locke to board the airship.

This time, he did not bring an escort, but came alone in light casual clothes.

Sitting opposite each other in the room, I picked up the teapot and poured him a cup.

The overflowing fragrance of tea floated into Simmons Locke's nose. He took a deep breath and picked up the tea cup, took a sip and praised: "Good tea, is this new tea from Moonlight City?"

"You are really an expert. You can tell when you taste it." I complimented: "This is indeed a new tea produced in Moonlight City. Before it has time to circulate in the market, I have already purchased one-third of it, and the remaining two-thirds, probably It will be launched at the beginning of next month.”

Simmons Locke smiled and said: "According to what you say, I am quite happy with my taste."

"What's going on here? You are my uncle. We are all a family. This is just the beginning of good luck. There will be many good things in the future."

"With your words, 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, do you have any wine?"

"Yes, of course!" I stood up quickly and took out all kinds of wine from the cabinet, including wine, rum, whiskey, fruit wine and so on.

Simmons Locke glanced at the wine, shook his head, and said: "The best wine, I don't even drink this kind of wine often, but after all, I have drunk it, let's forget it this time, um. This wine looks like It’s very beautiful, where did it come from?”

"This is a limited supply of a special product from Dasha City called whiskey."

As I said that, I took out a new cup, unscrewed the cork, and slowly poured it in.

The amber wine syrup slowly flows into the cup, and a few transparent drops splash up, clinging to the wall of the cup. If you look closely, they look like brown gems decorating the wall of the cup.

The smell of burnt aroma, even before the wine pulp was full, could not wait to penetrate into the nasal cavity, stimulating my sense of smell.

Not only me, but Simmons Locke sitting opposite swallowed hard.

After filling a full glass, Simmons Locke couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass, first put it under his nose and sniffed it, and let out a comfortable groan. Then he put the rim 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 unpleasant.

But what does this have to do with Simmons Locke at this moment?

The person sitting in front of him is his future niece and grandson-in-law, and I belong to my family. Even if my family knows about some of my rude behavior, what's the harm?

Anyway, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope. It can be said that one will suffer both losses and one will prosper. Who would choose self-destruction unless it is absolutely necessary?

So Simmons Locke had no scruples, drank big swigs of whiskey, and drank three bottles in one go, his face even a little red.

He opened the door and looked at me, who had drunk as much wine as him, with some confusion: "You have such a good drinking capacity? You're not even drunk at all?"

I smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that I have a good drinking capacity, but for some special reasons, alcohol doesn't work for me."

"You're so pitiful." He drank all the wine in the glass in one breath and sighed, "You can't even get drunk."

"Who says it's not?" I pursed my lips and felt a little sentimental.

Sometimes a hangover is a way to relieve stress, but I don't enjoy it.

Maybe he drank a little too much, but Simmons Locke started telling me about Yorkshire.

"I hate that sinister old guy Carter Horton." Simmons Locke swung the wine glass, and half a cup of brown wine washed the inner wall of the wine glass like waves: "But I have to form an alliance with that old guy, you You know, hiccup, why?”

I shook my head: "I don't know."

"Because to me, Dashai City is a greater threat!" His volume suddenly increased, which startled me.

Then, he opened his mouth again, squinted his eyes, glanced at me, and said: "Your father-in-law. He is very powerful, but what scares me even more is the old Duke of the Orcs. That old man, he is simply It’s a monster! Not only is it strong with soldiers, but its strength is exaggerated! My father, Zeng and Carter Horton’s father, gathered 20 million adventurers to launch a war against Dashai City. At that time, our army had already defeated you. His father-in-law, his father, and their army were made into rice dumplings, but hundreds of thousands of adventurers led by the old duke tore them open! They robbed the father and son, and even beat them up along the way. We were caught off guard, which is simply a shame and even more of a nightmare!”

He held his neck and poured half the glass of wine into his mouth. I hurriedly poured him a full glass.

Simmons Locke 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 battles with Dashai City, unless The old Duke is dead, otherwise I would rather continue to maintain the current situation!"

"But I heard from the high priest that there is going to be a war in Zefeng Continent."

"Oh, the high priest you are talking about is the old woman who has lived for who knows how many years." He paused and said: "Her prophecy has some basis and is also very accurate. In this way, the old Duke will soon Are you going to die?"

"I think your expectations may be disappointed. The high priest did not say that the old Duke will die."

"Didn't you say it?" Simmons Locke looked at the wine in the glass and said slowly: "Since he didn't say it, he may die or he may not die. If the old Duke dies, this war will be over. It might be me who started it. If he is not dead, then who will start this war? Carter Horton?"

At this point, he sneered: "How could that insidious guy who always only takes advantage and refuses to suffer losses take the initiative to start a war?"