Chapter 799： Top secret memories of blood and wine

"I?" I heard a question from the captain. The veteran gentleman reveals an introverted smile in the British style. "You can call me Murphy, good-hearted Murphy."

"I don't think you have any good intentions at all. On the contrary, I still feel that you seem to be plotting what conspiracy. What do you want to do?"

For the old gentleman's statement, the captain did not agree with it. He stared closely at the guy in front of him, his eyes were sullen and aggressive, and apparently he was trying to make the old guy in front of him speak the truth with a strong pressure. However, he underestimated the pressure level of this old gentleman.

Knocked at the table of the bar, the bartender immediately took out a bottle of half full, and the package was extremely gorgeous and the old bottle came out. The wine in the bottle is like a scarlet red blood, so that people can't help but have the desire to taste.

The old gentleman named Murphy poured out two glasses of wine under the watchful eye of the captain. He pushed a glass of wine to the captain's face and took a shallow sip of the glass. Then I showed a look of enjoyment and said to the captain.

"Know, young people. At the beginning of the wine, the people who were taught were crowned with the blood of God. But in my opinion, the true blood of God is not comparable to those in the church. The wine that can really be called the blood of God should have been born in the Middle Ages, the hand of an alchemist called Paracelsus. In his time, many people believed that he created The secret medicine that will not die forever."

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

"Indifferent, otherwise you think why I will tell you these things in a big way. This bottle of wine is the only work of Paracelsus. I believe that when you taste its delicious, you will definitely Forget all the troubles and sorrows, get the real mind intoxicated. How, you want to try it?"

I saw the seductive scarlet that swayed out of the glass, and the sweet smell that was unbearable. Even with the captain’s will, I couldn’t help but twitch my mouth.

"Do you really think that this bottle has been put on for hundreds of years and can still drink, he has not passed the shelf life?"

"Young people, alchemists have no shelf life. And I think you have smelled it delicious, aren't you?"

Murphy’s words are inexplicable and inconceivable, but more confusing than his words is the glass of wine in front of him. Looking at the glass of wine in front of him, the captain immediately had the urge to return. This made him hungry, even to the extent that it could not be suppressed like a volcanic spray.

So now, even he doesn't know what is going on, he has already picked up the glass of wine and drank it.

Just as the clear water flow suddenly flows on the long-lost land, the captain can't help but enjoy the enjoyment. The sensory impact of the body and soul made him intoxicated, so that he immediately put his sight on the remaining half of the bottle.

Seeing the eager eyes of the captain without disguise, Murphy put himself on a glass of wine and pushed the whole bottle to the captain.

"Drink, young people. If you want, these are yours."

The captain rationally felt the wrong place. But physically he is completely unable to control himself. The instinctive impulse of suppressing emotions and desires in the heart made him unable to pick up the bottle and not even use the cup, and directly booed it.

This kind of move is extravagant, because if the bottle is really from the hands of the legendary alchemist, then it is definitely a valuable treasure. Even if this kind of treasure is a fine tasting, it can be called a waste, not to mention such a booze.

But Murphy didn't care. He just smiled and looked at the captain, watching him dry the bottle of wine in a little bit.

After drinking all the wine, the captain just put down the bottle and slammed it down and fell down badly. His brain is chaotic, or that the long-lost drunken feeling is now on him. And a little bit of control over his body.

"What happened to me, am I drunk?"

Some unbelievably looked at the palm of his hand, and the captain whispered in confusion. And when he heard his words, Murphy smiled and replied.

"People are always intoxicated. If you are not drunk, then you know that you can't get drunk. But now it seems that you are really drunk, young people."

"It's really interesting. It turned out to be the feeling of being drunk. The feeling of emptying the brain is really good." The face showed a smirk, but the eyes began to shed tears. "This is really good, at least I am as if I have forgotten Baki."

"You have a sad thing? This is unfortunate. But this is also a good thing. If you are drunk, you can forget all the sad things."

The gentle and courteous Murphy speaks like a conscientious psychologist. When he heard his words, the captain said straightforwardly.

"You are a good person, Murphy. I am sorry that I would doubt you before."

"It doesn't matter, young people. Anyone has doubts. The key is that you have to learn to gain their trust, aren't you?"

"You are right. Oh, it’s a bit strange to get drunk. It seems like everything is changing. Also, I actually have this kind of feeling that I am familiar with. I really don’t know where this strange idea is coming from. Come."

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

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

"Maybe! But I have barely been drunk, or I have never been drunk. This is the first time, this is definitely the first time."

"I don't think this is the first time!" Picking up the empty bottle, Murphy's smile began to distort in the captain's eyes. "A lot of years ago, you should have had this one time. Just you have forgotten, Mr. Steve Rogers. Your memory is blurred, you have forgotten a lot of things you have experienced. Now, It's time for you to think back."

Murphy’s sudden change of tone made the captain’s mind madly tumbling. Countless pasts, like the eggs that were opened with eggshells, emerged bit by bit. For this completely strange memory of his own, the captain suddenly began to be unbelievable.

The most important moment in his life was at the end of the Second World War, which prevented the last blow of the jade. After that, he fell into the ice. And in it has experienced a long sleep of seventy years. But now the memory that comes out of his mind tells him that he has not been in the ice for so long.

The huge submarine, the Germans who died at the end of the road, the machinery that did not know the purpose, and the magical magic that had never been imagined. All this makes the captain's brain scream like a boil. The chaotic and broken memories almost blocked every corner of his brain, all of which made him want to pursue the context, but he could not get a specific answer.

He began to feel a headache, like the pain of acupuncture. This made him smother his head, and he couldn’t help but scream.

Suddenly, a person's image appeared in his mind. The shadow of this serious German made him remember his name.

"Ainz Belem"

The name appeared like Mars on the edge of the gunpowder barrel, causing his entire brain to move wildly. And his look has become distorted and embarrassed, and a horrible redness has gradually appeared on his face.

This change made the smile on Murphy's face deeper and deeper, and the hanging smile almost reached the position of the ear. At the same time, the entire bar suddenly became quiet. It is as if this moment has become a completely different world.

Or, it has indeed become a different world, a world created by man. In such a world, Murphy in the eyes of the captain began to change his image and became a sly, only the devil's terrorist gesture.

"Let me introduce myself again, Mr. Steve Rogers. I am Mephisto, a devil, who dominates the devil of hell. I was commissioned by an old friend of mine to bring you his greetings. ""

"Ainz Belem" said these words with his teeth, and the captain has already figured out some of the key points from his brain. And when he heard him read the name, Mephisto immediately laughed.

"Yes, that's right. It's this amazing guy. Reinhardt Ainz Belen. Or the alchemist Paracelsus, or the current Smith. Zhou. Which name is it, it represents an outstanding human being, a guy who even has to admire the devil like me. I brought you greetings to him, Captain Steve Rogers, US captain. A special Greetings!"

"The night is always silent, and the night fire is long. May you find the place where the soul rests in this quietness."

Full of literary words, the captain who struggled on his face immediately stopped all movements. His pupils began to diverge, and his face began to become cold and stiff. At this moment, he looked like a machine. For Mephisto, he is indeed a machine, a machine that only knows to obey orders.

Seventy years ago, someone had already laid the groundwork. Now, it is time for this foreshadowing to come into play. Chaos and despair, pain and death, all of which will follow, and for a devil, this is the most amazing scenery. Mephisto is sincerely admired, admiring the guy who made it all, and admiring the human being.

They always give people some surprises, aren't they? (To be continued.)