Chapter 363

A heavy fog shrouded Hoffa's head, making it difficult for him to see the truth, just like Silby's mind, like Mariana Trench.

"I want to go up."

Hoffa said in a low voice, "go up and talk."

"What are you going to do?"

Asked Chloe's elf.

"You hide first."

Hoffa closed his eyes and thought in his head.

Chloe got into Hoffa's collar and stopped talking.

Hoffa's clothes became the same as those of the witches, and the killer whale at his feet became a wooden boat full of heavy goods, such as wine, food, roast chicken, roast goose and so on.

Then he rowed in front of the black warship.

The sound of the water quickly attracted the wizard on the deck. When they saw Hoffa rowing, they immediately became alert. Some of them raised their wands, some took out the burning potion bottle and held it in their hands. Some even blew horns on the mast.

In the sobbing voice, someone yelled: "Hey, who are you?"

"I'm a quartermaster from the rear! To deliver supplies

Hoffa Lang, who had been prepared for a long time, said: "victory is coming, but the weather is so cold. Lord Spencer arranged me to send you delicious food to reward you. I hope you will have more fighting passion after you have enough to eat and drink."

The voice spread far away in the cold night sky. The atmosphere of killing was broken by his words. The wizard on the deck put down his wand and potion bottle. The wizard on the watchtower climbed down. Before long, all the Wizards in the cabin rushed to the deck.

A big net bag was thrown down from the deck. Hoffa bent down to carry his imaginary roast chicken and goose into the net bag. Then he sat on the net bag and let the sailors on the deck pull him up.

He was pulled up on the deck, immediately there are countless hands stretched over, said enthusiastically: "friends fortunately bitter!"

"Running through the snow."

"What's going on in the camp?"

The group of witches asked, and Hoffa answered one by one with a smile. While answering, he took out gin from his arms and distributed it one by one, as if his pocket was bottomless.

Soon, he got into a hot fight with the wizard on the deck.

But after a while, there was an impatient murmur from behind the crowd: "what are you doing around here? Haven't you seen anyone delivering supplies?"

It's the fat and thin wizards who were drinking in the captain's room just now. They are full of evil spirit in their eyes and eyebrows. They look like bloodthirsty Gemini.

The wizard on the deck saw them coming, so he scattered to both sides and said nothing more.

The fat wizard went to Hoffa, looked at the supplies he had brought, and muttered, "it's really rich."

The skinny wizard circled Hoffa and asked: "this friend looks very strange. Which team is it and who is in charge of it?"

Hoffa's heart beat for a while, and he whispered that it was not good. This skinny man was hard to deal with. He was a little bit worse than the priest in the previous church. He asked about the incision.

The problem baffled him. Hoffa knew nothing about the regulation of Silby's army and the composition of the people around him.

He was silent under the gaze of the thin wizard.

The longer the silence, the worse the thin wizard's eyes. He reached out to his waist.

Hoffa's heart was thumping.

He didn't dare to drag on any longer, so he decided to gamble.

So he said, "I'm from the eagles, and I'm under the care of Ravenclaw."

"Hoo."

The thin wizard was a little relieved and moved his hand away from his waist.

"It's the people of Ronnie. It's hard. I'm commander of the Gemini, Tara

Hoffa is relieved, and he is right. In this era, Silby should have started to cooperate with the four founders, but I don't know if Hogwarts has been founded.

"Is there anything else Lord Spencer can command?" Tara asked again.

"Yes," Hoffa said positively, "please take a step."

The wizard Tara immediately became serious, pulled the fat wizard away from the pile of delicious food, and then told the people, "you, take a rest in shift, the lookout people will eat first, the ones in charge of torture, you go to change the lookout class!"

With the orderly movement of the crowd, Hoffa could not help looking up at this skinny man who was quite a cabinet minister. He was more flexible than the fat wizard.

After arranging the affairs of the ship, the fat and thin wizards took Hoffa to the captain's room. After a while, Hoffa found that the captain's room was clean and simple, and the treasures he had just seen disappeared. It was obvious that they had hidden them by magic.

Now Hoffa doubted that it was not a dream.

It seems too real.

"What can Lord Spencer do for you?"

Tara is sitting behind her desk, just like a minister waiting for the emperor's edict, while the fat wizard secretly covers his mouth and burps with his mouth."Don't be so serious."

Hoffa waved his hand happily: "it's not a big deal. I have some good things here in private. Lord Spencer asked me to give them to you personally."

"Oh?"

The fat man's eyes lit up. "What a good thing."

Tara kicked him in the dark. He immediately shut up and gave the initiative to Tara.

"What is it?" He asked calmly.

Hoffa closed his eyes and drew a flat, curved wine bottle with a red five pointed star from his arms. He said solemnly, "this is a special magic potion made by Lord Spencer for you."

"Magic potion?"

They looked curiously at the glass bottle with the Red Star label that Hoffa pulled out of his pocket.

Hoffa smile, look solemn way: "this medicine is not ordinary, this is the medicine that Lord Spencer asked Ms. hechpatch to cook with 17 kinds of precious herbs, called" fire in the stomach ". After drinking it, there will be a flame burning in the abdomen, which can not only help you kill the enemy in the front line, but also keep warm and cold. He cherished it very much, so he let you know I bring it to his most valued officers. "

"What is it?"

The fat man looked at the small bottle suspiciously, "is there really such a magic medicine?"

Hoffa's heart beat, but then he immediately stiffened his face: "are you doubting Lord Spencer's ability?"

Tara was excited for a moment, but soon he was pressed down by himself. He took the small glass bottle with the red star on his face and looked at the transparent liquid inside. He doubted: "is this really what Lord Spencer did? How can he suddenly care about us?"

Hoffa's heart beat unnaturally again, and he criticized him with feigned displeasure: "ah! How can you belittle yourself so much! As the forefront of the battlefield, you are as important as human eyes, and you can't be damaged at all. "

After he finished his speech skillfully, the wizard Tara suddenly choked. He held the Red Star Erguotou and his palm trembled: "I... how can I get such attention from that adult?"

Then he took a deep breath and opened the door. Hoffa was surprised. He just praised this guy in the name of sylby, and he was full of tears. If sylby came to praise him himself, he would not be happy to faint. What that guy has done is worthy of his people's devotion to him.

Tara drank half of hogfa's Erguotou, and then handed the remaining half to the fat man. When he said that, the fat wizard's eyes were red. He immediately took the drink and was completely stuffy.

There was silence for a second.

They coughed violently, and the strong smell of wine filled the captain's room. Hoffa could not help holding his breath. He began to worry, so the height of the number of wine, so a stuffy end, I'm afraid not immediately pour!?

But the two men were much stronger than he imagined. After coughing for a while, they came back slowly, covered their stomachs and gasped heavily.

"Oh, oh!"

Fat wizard also issued a variety of strange calls: "Oh! Yo! Oh, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho

He rubbed his round belly, "I really feel like there is a fire burning in my stomach." He rubbed, Zaba Zaba mouth: "and... Also strange drink."

Tara also took a little breath. He looked at Hoffa calmly and nodded contentedly: "you are worthy of Lord Spencer. Please go back and tell him that we will..."

"don't worry."

The sweat on Hoffa's head came out. At first sight, they were so sober that they knew they were muttering about the drinking capacity of medieval Europeans. So he gritted his teeth and took out a giant glass bottle ten times the size of the previous small bottle from his arms. With a thump, he put it on the table. The shaking table was shaking.

"Just now... That's just the sample that Lord Spencer gave you. This is the one I brought here officially." Hoffa took a deep breath and said, "you really don't think Lord Spencer will be so mean to his most important subordinates."

"This..."

Tara looked at the huge bottle in a trance: "that's too much."

"That's right. As long as you finish this bottle, when the war starts, you will be able to blow out a raging fire like a humanoid fire dragon, and burn those holy sticks in the Holy See to ashes."

After that, he opened the bottle, took a glass from the table, filled the Erguotou, poured three cups in a row, and poured one himself. Then he took the initiative to hold one in his hand.

"For Lord Spencer!"

He cried piously.

Such a politically correct move forced the two witches to follow him, raise their cups and shout: "for Lord Spencer!"

Hoffa gulped down the contents of the glass, but before drinking, he closed his eyes and thought of the liquor as soda.The two witches also followed him, gulp a stuffy finish, but it is a solid swallow into a large glass of Erguotou, estimated to be half a Jin level.

Thin Tara is not very good on the spot. He shakes a little and stops abruptly.

As soon as he finished one, Hoffa immediately poured three more and held them in his hands, shouting, "for the wizard empire!"

Under the stimulation of crazy alcohol, the IQ of the two witches fell in a straight line. They couldn't think about any more. They mechanically followed Hoffa and raised the cup: "for the wizard empire."

After a sip, it's half a Jin.

"For a bright future!"

Seeing that the two were still strong, Hoffa gritted his teeth and poured another cup.

...

then, as the candle flickered, the three people in the cabin raised their glasses like they were holding a cult ceremony, shouting, "for Spencer... For the wizard empire... For the bright future... For Spencer... For the wizard empire... For the bright future... For Spencer... For the wizard empire... For the bright future... For Spencer... For the wizard empire... For the bright future..." The future... "

finally, after drinking seven or eight glasses, Tara finally can't bear it, but the respect for Silby makes him not spit out. He staggers wildly, sits down on the chair, touches his belly, has dull eyes and tongue, and can't say a word. It's estimated that the gas will ignite directly.

He's drunk, but the fat wizard is on top. He wheezed, red eyed and staring at Hoffa, "brother... Brother... More... More, more!"

Hoffa was finally relieved that the time was almost right.

"Don't worry, brother. Don't worry. Take your time."

Hoffa helped the drunken and drooling fat wizard to the chair in turn, coughed a little, poured another cup for him, and kindly said, "I am a wizard apprentice, and I haven't followed Lord Spencer very long. You must have followed him for a long time."

"Then... Of course... For a long time... Burp..."

the fat wizard grabbed his glass and drank it down, saying, "I knew from the first sight that he was a great wizard."

"I envy you. Sometimes I feel that it's too late to follow adults. There are many things I didn't catch up with." Hoffa looked at the fat wizard with longing eyes.

The look in his eyes was very helpful to the fat wizard. Under the influence of alcohol in his blood vessels, he felt very happy and uncontrollable. Looking at Hoffa is more cordial than looking at his own father. He only feels that he has met his life confidant and has a thousand words to say to him.

"That... Burp... That's not it!"

He finished the whole bottle of Erguotou with his head up, and said with a warm breath of wine: "earlier, the story of big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big... Big

"Oh? What happened? "

There was a flash in Hoffa's eyes. "Can you talk to me?"

"Hey, this... This... This is the right person you asked."

The fat wizard said with a big tongue. Under the influence of alcohol, thousands of words rushed to his mouth like a river. He danced and said: "in terms of Lord Spencer's earlier experience, no one knows better than me, DORO."

Hoffa saw that the guy was talking, so he took a chair and sat down beside him, listening quietly.

"Belch... It was the autumn of five years ago, when we were still in Pandora city on the Iberian Peninsula, the queen of Pandora sent out a red invitation to the outside world..."

the candlelight flickered in the copper platform, and the wine filled cabin. The past story was slowly narrated from the mouth of the drunken fat wizard DORO.