A fog hung over Hoffa's head, making it difficult for him to see the truth, just as Sylbi's mind was as deep as the Mariana Trench.

"I want to go up. ”

Hoffa whispered, "Go up and talk to something." ”

"What are you going to do?"

Chloe's elf asked.

"You hide first. ”

Hoffa closed his eyes and meditated in his head.

Chloe burrowed into Hoffa's collar and said no more.

Hoffa was transformed, his clothes the same as those of wizards, and the orca beneath his feet became a plank boat, piled high with heavy cargo, drink, food, roast chickens and geese, and so on, steaming hot.

Then, he rowed his boat and came to the front of the black battleship.

The sound of the water quickly attracted the sorcerers on deck, and when they saw Hoffa rowing, they immediately became vigilant, and some of them raised their wands, some took out burning potions vials and held them in their hands, and some even blew horns on the masts.

In the midst of the whining voice, someone yelled, "Hey, who are you?"

"I'm a quartermaster from the rear!

Hofa, who had been prepared for a long time, said loudly: "Victory is imminent, but the weather is so cold, Lord Spencer has arranged for me to bring you food to reward you, and I hope that after you have eaten and drunk enough, you will have more passion for fighting." ”

The sound was heard far away in the cold night sky, and the solemn atmosphere was disintegrated by him in a few words, and the wizard on the deck lowered his wand and potions bottle. The wizards on the watchtower climbed down, and it wasn't long before all the wizards in the cabin rushed to the deck.

A large net was thrown off the deck, and Hoffa bent down to carry the roast chicken and goose he had imagined into the net, and then sat on the net and let the sailors on the deck pull him up.

He was pulled onto the deck, and immediately countless hands reached out and said enthusiastically: "Friend is happy!"

"Running in the snow. ”

"How's it going in the camp?"

The group of wizards asked nonsense, and Hoffa also answered one by one with a smile on his face, and as he answered, he took out the gin from his bosom and distributed it one by one, as if his pocket was a bottomless pit.

Soon, he was in a heated fight with the wizards on deck.

But after a while, there was an impatient murmur from behind the crowd: "What are you doing here, haven't you seen any supplies?"

It was the fat and thin two wizards who had been drinking in the captain's room just now, and their eyebrows and eyes were full of evil spirits, but they looked a little like bloodthirsty twins.

When the wizard on the deck saw them coming, he dispersed on both sides, saying no more.

The fat wizard walked up to Hoffa, looked at the supplies he had brought, and muttered, "It's really hearty." ”

The thin wizard circled around Hoffa and asked suspiciously, "This friend looks very raw, which team is it, and who is in charge?"

Hoffa's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly exclaimed, this thin man is not easy to deal with, he is a chicken thief than the priest of the previous church, and he actually asked about the incision.

The question stumped him, and Hoffa was in no idea of the regulation of Sylbie's army at the moment, nor did he know the composition of the personnel around him.

Under the watchful eye of the thin wizard, he fell silent.

The longer the silence continued, the more unkind the skinny wizard's eyes became. He put his hand around his waist.

Hoffa's heart pounded.

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

So he said, "I'm from the Eagles, and I'm in the care of Ravenclaw." ”

"Whew. ”

The skinny wizard breathed a sigh of relief and removed his hand from his waist.

"It turned out to be Ronay's people, and he was fortunate to be happy. I'm the commander of the Twins, Terra. ”

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, he made the right bet, Sylby in this era should have started to cooperate with the four founders, but I don't know if Hogwarts has been founded now.

"Is there anything else Master Spencer has ordered?" Tyra asked again.

"Yes," said Hoffa affirmatively, "please take a step to speak." ”

The wizard Tyra immediately became serious, pulled the fat wizard away from the pile of delicacies, and then ordered everyone, "You guys, take a break in shifts, the watchout person eats something first, and the one in charge of torture, you go and change the watchout class!"

The crowd moved in an orderly manner, and Hoffa couldn't help but look a little taller at this thin man who was quite a cabinet minister, he was indeed 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. In just a few moments, Hoffa noticed that the captain's room was neat and simple, and that the treasures he had just seen were missing, apparently hidden by the two men by magic.

Now Hoffa even more suspected that it was not a dream.

It seems a little too real.

"What do you have to command, Lord Spencer?"

Terra sat behind her desk, like a minister waiting for the Emperor's decree, while the fat wizard covered her mouth and burped quietly.

"Don't be so serious. ”

Hofarer waved his hand: "It's not a big deal, I still have some good things here in private, and Master Spencer asked me to hand them over to you." ”

"Oh?"

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

Tyra secretly kicked him, and he immediately shut up and gave the initiative to Terra.

"What is it?" he asked calmly.

Hoffa closed his eyes and pulled out a flat, curved small wine bottle with a red five-pointed star attached to it, and said with a solemn expression: "This is a special magic potion that Lord Spencer has refined for you. ”

"Magic potion?"

The two looked curiously at the glass bottle with the red star label that Hoffa had pulled out of his pocket.

Hoffa smiled slightly, and said with a solemn expression: "This potion is not ordinary, this is the elixir that Lord Spencer asked Ms. Hufflepuff to refine and boil with seventeen kinds of precious medicinal herbs, called "Burning Fire in the Belly", after drinking it, there will be a flame burning in the abdomen, that flame can not only help you kill the enemy on the front line, but also keep you warm, very cherished, so he asked me to bring it to the officers he values the most. ”

"This?"

The fat man looked at the small bottle with some suspicion, "Is there really such a magical potion?"

Hoffa's heart skipped a beat, but then he immediately put on a straight face: "Are you doubting Lord Spencer's abilities?"

Terra's expression was excited for a moment, but he was quickly suppressed by himself, he took the small glass bottle with the red star with a blank face, looked at the transparent liquid inside, and said with some doubts: "Is this really Lord Spencer's doing, why does he suddenly care so much about us?"

Hoffa's heart skipped an unnatural beat, and he pretended to be displeased and criticized: "Hey! How can you be so arrogant! As the front line of the battlefield, your importance is like a human eye, and you cannot be damaged in the slightest. ”

After he finished speaking skillfully in an official tone, the wizard Terra suddenly choked up, he held the red star second pot head, and his palms kept trembling: "I..... How could I have received such attention from that adult? ”

Then, he took a deep breath and opened

Hoffa was secretly surprised that he had just praised this guy in the name of Sylby, and he was in tears, and if Sylby himself came to praise him, he would not have fainted with joy. What the hell did that guy do, and he deserved his men to be so desperate for him.

Tyra drank half of the two-pot head that Hoffa had imagined in one go, and then handed the remaining half to the fat man. As soon as he said this, the fat wizard's eyes also turned red, and he immediately took the wine and took a sip.

There was silence for a second.

The two coughed violently, and the strong smell of alcohol permeated the captain's room, making Hoffa hold his breath. He began to worry, such a high number of wine, so that it was finished in one gulp, I am afraid that it will be poured soon!?

But the two men were much stronger than he had imagined, and after coughing for a while, they came back to their senses, clutching their lower abdomen and wheezing heavily.

"Oh!"

The fat wizard also let out all sorts of strange screams: "Oh oh oh Yo.... It's really powerful, it's worthy of the fire in the belly!"

He rubbed his round belly, "I really feel like there's a fire burning in my stomach." He rubbed and smacked his lips: "And... It's also strange to drink. ”

Terra also breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at Hoffa calmly, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's really worthy of Master Spencer, please go back and tell him, we will definitely ....."

"Don't, don't... Hold your horses. ”

Sweat broke out on Hoffa's head, and when he saw that they were still so sober, he knew how much the medieval Europeans were drinking. So he gritted his teeth, took out another giant glass bottle ten times the size of the previous vial from his arms, and put it on the table with a bang, and the table shook with a bang.

"Just... That's just a sample that Master Spencer gave you, and that's what I officially brought here. Hoffa took a deep breath and said, "You really don't want to be so stingy with your most important subordinates, Master Spencer." ”

"This ....."

Terra looked at the huge bottle and was in a trance: "That's too much, isn't it?" ”

"That's right, as long as you finish drinking this bottle, when the time comes, you can spew out raging fire like a humanoid fire dragon and burn those divine sticks in the Holy See to ashes. ”

After speaking, he opened the bottle, took a glass on the table, filled the second pot, poured three cups in a row, and poured a cup himself, and then he took the initiative to pick up a cup and hold it in his hand.

"For Lord Spencer!"

He shouted reverently.

Such a politically correct gesture that the two wizards had to raise their glasses after him and shout in unison, "For Lord Spencer!"

Hoffa gulped the contents of the glass, but before he could do so, he closed his eyes and visualized the spirits in the glass as soda.

The two wizards also followed him, and after grunting, they swallowed a large cup of two pots firmly, estimated to be half a catty.

The thin man Tyra was not very good on the spot, he staggered his steps and stood still.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished drinking one cup, Hoffa immediately poured three more glasses, raised them in his hand, and shouted feverishly: "For the wizard empire!"

Stimulated by the frantic alcohol, the IQs of the two wizards plummeted, and they couldn't even think about the doorways at all, and they mechanically followed behind Hoffa and raised their glasses: "For the wizard empire." ”

After drinking it in one gulp, it was half a catty.

"For a bright future!"

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

.....

So, in the midst of the flickering candles, the three people in the cabin were like holding a cult ceremony, raising their glasses and shouting slogans like crazy, "For Spencer.... For the Wizarding Empire.... For a bright future..... For Spencer .... For the Wizarding Empire.... For a bright future..... For Spencer .... For the Wizarding Empire.... For a bright future....."

Finally, after drinking seven or eight large cups in a row, Terra finally couldn't bear it anymore, but the respect for Sylby made him stubbornly not spit it out, he staggered wildly, sat back and fell on the chair, touching his lower abdomen, his eyes glazed over, his tongue spitting out, and he couldn't say a word. The smell of the squirt is estimated to ignite directly.

He drank too much, but the fat wizard got up. He snorted and gasped, staring at Hoffa with red eyes, "Brother.... Elder brother..... Again... Again... Again, another drink!"

Hoffa finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the time was almost ripe.

"Don't worry, brother, don't worry, take your time. ”

Hoffa helped the drunken drooling fat wizard to the chair in turn, coughed slightly, poured him another glass, and said kindly: "Well, I'm a wizard apprentice, and I haven't been with Master Spencer for a long time, so you must have followed him for a long time." ”

"That.... Of course.... For a long time.... Hiccup....."

The fat wizard grabbed his glass and drank it down, saying, "From the first time I saw him, I knew that he was a great wizard. ”

"I'm so envious, I sometimes feel like it's too late to follow the adults, and there are a lot of things that haven't caught up. Hoffa looked at the fat wizard with wistful eyes.

That look made the fat wizard very useful, and under the influence of the alcohol in his veins, he felt fluttering and uncontrollable. Looking at Hoffa is even more intimate than looking at his own biological father, I just feel that I have met a confidant in life, and I have a thousand words to say to him.

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

He poured a whole bottle of Erguo with his head up, and said with a warm smell of wine: "Earlier, big.... Big..... Big.... The story of the adult from the end of the day, that.... That's what makes it wonderful. ”

"Oh, what's going on?"

A gleam flashed in Hoffa's eyes, "Can you talk to me?"

"Hi, this.... This.... You're asking the right question. ”

The fat wizard said with his tongue wide again, and under the influence of alcohol, a thousand words rushed to his mouth like a river, and he said with a dance of his hands: "As for Lord Spencer's earlier experience, but... But no one knows it better than I do. ”

Seeing that the guy was getting more and more talking, Hoffa couldn't help but sit down next to him in a chair and listened quietly.

"Hiccup..... Is that... Five years ago in the autumn, we were in the city of Pandora in the Iberian Peninsula, when the then Queen of Pandora sent a red invitation....."

The candles in the bronze platform flickered, and in the cabin filled with the smell of wine, the story of the past was slowly narrated from the mouth of the drunken fat wizard Tatara.