"The dark-haired guys would never understand what a good wine wine is. ”

The entrance to the cellar, which was half-exposed because the shock wave from the shells had blown away the entire building on the first floor, said the young out-of-town villager.

This sentence won the favor of Old Wandal, and there was nothing wrong with it, whether it was the Chang Tang people, the Yang people, or those black-haired foreigners, they all liked rice wine, whether it was low or high, but they didn't deserve it...... Wait a minute, considering that the gentleman was also a black-haired foreigner, old Vandal had to change his rhetoric - it was that they didn't understand the beauty of wine.

They have no demand for the origin of the grapes, no demand for sunlight, no demand for sweetness, no need for vintage, and in their eyes, wine is nothing more than grape juice, no temperature, no humidity, and no extravagant expectations for the barrel board.

They don't know anything, but they are definitely the best guests of wine owners – they don't need any requirements, just wine.

"It's just a pity they don't like wine. Walking down the steps into the cellar, old Vandal felt as if he had entered a treasure trove, first regretting the aroma of wine leaking from the collapsed part on the right side, and then looking to the left—he saw that the wine shelves by the wall were filled with bottles of golden amber, and the small sign on it read Glorious Age Counter.

This shelf of wine is more important in the eyes of old Vandal than his waste son, to be honest, he made his lover pregnant, he just didn't want his eldest son to inherit his title like a waste, the Rodagan family didn't need a waste duke, and New Eden didn't need it.

It's just one thing not to need, it's another thing to die.

Further in, there are a lot of wines on the new wine shelves, just looking at the wine bottles, Old Vandal can confirm that these are elven wines, the specialties of the Green Forest Elf King's Capital, any set (six bottles) is priceless, and smuggling them to New Eden is sky-high.

And now there were twenty-four bottles of elf red wine on this shelf, and my God, old Vandal had never been so happy as it was today.

Further inside, there was a small barrel with a cork on it, and on it was written 'My most cherished treasure, the prairie elves chew wine'.

This is another priceless wine - it is a fine wine made by the purest priest maidens of the steppe elves from the juice of chewing grapes, which is produced in about a few barrels each year, and is usually only used on sacred occasions such as sacrifices, and mortals have very few chances to obtain it, let alone the New Edenians, and for the first time in all these years has seen and heard of it with his own eyes and not from the mouths of merchants.

At this moment, he felt that his life was complete.

Extremely satisfied, old Vandal turned around and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Well done, boy, what reward do you want?"

"Of course......" Before he could answer, he heard gunshots coming from the east side of the city, and then the whole city seemed to wake up, the gunshots continued, old Vandal frowned, and then laughed: "These wastes of the Eastern Continent, it's really a good time, you boys, this is my talisman, it can represent my will, protect here!

The old man strode onto the surface, and then in the next moment, the old man who was stimulated by the killing machine subconsciously tilted his head, but it was useless, the bullet that flew from nowhere penetrated his right chest, and for the first time he felt the fragility of his legendary identity, so that the old Vandal staggered back down the cellar.

Before he could react, a dagger stabbed through his waist, and in an instant, the furious old Vandal turned around and punched, knocking the young man who had sneaked up on him to the ground.

It was only then that he realized that the muskets and daggers in the hands of these young strangers were pointed at him.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the dagger on his waist: "It turns out that you are traitors!"

The young strangers raised their muskets to fire, and when the guns rang out, the old Vandal used the dagger in his hand to block the bullets flying towards the front door - the bullets in the abdomen and legs were not too effective, but for the old Vandal, the most painful thing was the cracking sound of the barrel behind him.

There must have been a bullet breaking the barrel, and with such a sense of sadness, he lowered his head and saw the long knife sticking out of his chest.

The next moment, Old Vandal found that his perspective began to turn uncontrollably upside down.

………………

Old Vandal's death was already sealed, and when Marceau pulled out his long knife and Flame beheaded him with her sword, the old man thought that all of this was for this last sneak attack.

The leaking wine can help Marceau and Flame hide themselves, and the wine on those shelves is real, and some of it was specially found.

And the chewing wine is also true - the keg and the two cats can't squeeze into it at all, and Marceau and Flame are hiding in the big vat in the corner.

"It's better to be his burial ground. Marceau pulled out the large tar bottle from the space pouch and poured it on old Vandal's body.

"It is also ironic that a wine lover dies in a wine cellar. And Flame had an extra soul gem in her hand, and there was a soul that had just been detained, and she smiled and threw this soul gem into the small hand that appeared in front of her.

Then there was a 'pop', and the little hand was gone.

"Is that Your Highness?" asked Marceau, dropping the match, then turning his head.

"It's Your Highness. Yan nodded, and then looked at the young man who was helped up by his friend: "What about you." ”

"What else can we do, there are too many people watching us come with old things, how can we not die. The young man smiled and said, "But we are still very happy, because we are the same as that Zhou Zhiqian, although we are in different camps, we all feel that this guy deserves to die." ”

"I'm sorry, but you're still going to set up your death scene. Marceau smiled - Zhou Zhiqian's identity needed to be kept secret, and their operation this time was also to eradicate New Eden's strongest goal in this region.

"No problem, just leave it to us ourselves, you guys hurry up. ”

Now that they had said so, Marceau and Flame ran out of the cellar, and the battle boat had stopped on the rooftop, and the kitten and the cat girl went up to the roof with their flying paws, and heard the sound of gunfire coming from the cellar, and the flames rising into the sky.

"Anyway, we got rid of a villain. Flame looked at the flame and sighed.

"By the way, did you tell the girls not to use the area of the CIA as the main direction of attack? Marceau asked.

Yan nodded at this: "I have already confessed." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge explosion came from the north of the city, and there was a fire that rushed into the sky.

"I remember they were just north of the city, right? The kitten's eyes widened.

"Isn't it? The cat girl's eyes narrowed in the same way.