Seeing that their chef was so bold, this group of small chefs also hurriedly poured another glass for Dowling.

Dowling still tilted his head and poured the glass of liquor into his mouth.

"Lord... Head chef... That's not how this wine is drunk... It's easy to get drunk like this..."

The cooks on the side were shocked by Dowling's way of drinking, they had seen something that could be drunk, but at most it was a big sip of drinking, and it was indeed rare to drink cup by cup like this.

"Children of the rivers and lakes, you have to drink it happily, so that it is enjoyable, you also try it!" Dowling put down his glass and said.

Hearing this, a group of assistant chefs all looked at each other, what's wrong with the chef today?

"Chef, you don't usually drink, but if you drink so violently today, I'm afraid my body can't stand it." The little chef who has the most contact with Dowling kindly reminded.

Dowling's heart tightened, it turned out that the person he was pretending to be didn't drink.

"I don't usually drink because I think you are not opponents when you drink, so I don't bother to drink with you." Dowling said with a light cough.

"I remember you said it seemed like you were allergic to alcohol," the little cook muttered quietly.

Without saying a word, Dowling directly slapped the back of the head of the little cook.

"You have a good memory, right?"

The little chef covered the back of his head aggrievedly, tears rolling in his eyes.

Dao Lin was also a little unbearable when he saw it, after all, this little chef was also for his own good, thinking of this, Dao Lin stretched out his hand and touched the back of the little cook's head, and secretly crossed a small breath of true anger towards him.

The little chef suddenly felt that his head was clear for a while, not only did it not hurt, but he also felt a little comfortable.

"Okay, you can keep drinking, that's right, this wine has a lot of stamina." Dowling spoke, his footsteps swaying for a moment.

The little chef was quick and directly held Dowling back.

"Send me back, it's a bit of a head." Dowling took advantage of the situation and pressed on the little cook.

The other assistant chefs looked at the little chef with envy, and it was an honor for them to have the opportunity to contact the head chef.

The little chef gritted his teeth and insisted, he was very young and his strength was not very large, but he also knew that this was an opportunity, so he used his strength to help Dowlin walk out.

There is a reason why Dowling came here, the main reason is that he doesn't know which tent Luan Shujiang lives in, if he goes wrong, the suspicion will be too great.

Therefore, he used this trick, pretending to drink too much and let people send him back, only in this way did it seem normal.

The little cook did his best to straighten his body and staggered to help Dowling to his tent.

Dowling shook step by step, but his eyes were recording the tent in question.

Finally, at the end of the room, in front of a separate tent, the little cook stopped.

"Lord... Head chef... It's here. The little chef came all the way, and his face was red.

"Send me in," Dowling said, pretending to be drunk.

"You didn't let us get any near here before, we..."

Dao Lin thought for a while, I am afraid that this Luan Shujiang has some ulterior secrets that he doesn't want others to know.

"Okay, you can go back!" Dowling stood up from the little cook, and in order to prove that he had drunk too much, he poured his leg down a few times.

Frightened, the little chef was excited, and after making sure that Dowling would not fall, he turned around and left.

After Dowling watched the little cook leave, his perception quickly enveloped the surrounding distance of a hundred meters, and after making sure that no one was paying attention to him, he slowly turned around and walked into the tent.

Walking into the tent, it was dark, but it had no effect on Dowling's eyesight, he first looked around and had a general understanding of the placement of items in the room, and then slowly walked to the table and lit the oil lamp.

Under the dim oil lamp, some corners of the tent were still in darkness.

"What is there that doesn't see people, and it's worth being so careful?" Dowling muttered to himself as he flipped through the items on the table.

Soon he discovered that something was wrong with him, that is, there was a desk in a cook's tent, and there were pens, ink, paper, inkstones, and books on the desk.

This is the most unreasonable and wrong place, how can a cook need pen, ink, paper and inkstone, it cannot be denied that Luan Shujiang is a chef who loves literature, but this probability is too low.

"Let me see what you like to watch." Dowling sat down in the chair behind his desk as he spoke.

Dowling picked up a manual in his left hand, the manual was not large, but it was quite thick, the whole was sewn from rice paper, and the appearance was wrapped in cowhide.

"Cowhide manual, kind of interesting!" Surprised, Dowling leaned the manual to the oil lamp, and then slowly opened the first page.

"The sixth day of the first month of the first month of 1733...

Resurrection high attack first into the iron melt...

Negotiations failed..."

Flip back further...

"Solar calendar, 1733 month 16...

Resurrection high attack re-entry iron melt...

Negotiations failed..."

"Solar calendar, 1733 month 20...

Years ago, the Chinese New Year's Eve Iron Stalls Gang was established...

I joined the Iron Gear Gang as a head chef..."

The more Dowling looked at it, the more shocked he became, and he began to flip back, and he hastily looked at a few of them, which were mostly recording the affairs of the Iron Stalls Gang and the Iron Melting County, including some resurrection meetings.

All the way to the end.

"The scorching solar calendar, the first day of the first month of the afternoon of the year 137...

Resurrection strikes into Iron Melting County...

Negotiations are still fruitless..."

"The scorching solar calendar, the first day of the first month of the afternoon of the year 137...

The Iron Gear Gang attacked the Iron Melting County Transport Team...

The vanguard of the Iron Gear Gang has been wiped out..."

"On the fourth day of the first month of the first month of the year 137...

A discovery occurred in the castle of Iron Melting County...

A strange powerhouse has appeared...

Extremely strong..."

"On the Solar calendar, the tenth day of the first month of the first month of the year 137...

The Iron Gear Gang receives a resurrection order...

Attack Iron Melt..."

Dowling was more and more shocked after reading this, because he found out that this person's true identity was not even a cook, which organization or person did he serve?

Dowling thought about it, and he directly eliminated the Chujia family in Zhongdu, because there was no need for the empire to do this in person, after all, the Resurrection Society was also their organization, and there was no need to send another person to monitor it.

"I'll have to look around and see if there are any other clues." Dowling put the leather manual in his hand into the ring, and continued to rummage through the desk, finally finding a few letters glued to it under the table.

Dowling took them down and opened them, and it was a reply from a man named Sword Chief, which probably meant that he had worked surveillance, and asked him to focus on which aspect of surveillance.

At the place where the sword chief was dropped, Dowling spotted a familiar mark.

A sword standing vertically.

"Divine punishment!" Dao Lin's pupils contracted for a while, how could he forget about this organization, he came to Laiyuan County and was almost killed by those two divine envoys.

"After so long, I finally saw your traces again, Divine Punishment, do you also want to intervene in this Iron Melting County?" Dowling looked at the door of the tent, his gaze shining golden in the darkness.