In Fingal's solemn incantation, Randolph Carter and the assistant principal did not react in any way, except for a look of confusion and a little embarrassment.

"It's a pity."

Lu Mingfei thought regretfully.

If you can bring this legendary investigator back to Kassel, it will be worth the trip even if you can't find Innsmouth.

But when you think about it, it's not necessarily a good thing to expose this legendary investigator to dragon-related things right now.

Warbands are not ready to deal with the existence of the Age of Mythology.

"After burying the ashes of the crew, I investigated his origins and found his hometown."

With that, Randolph Carter took out a pen and a sticky note from his jacket pocket and wrote down a list of addresses on it.

Lu Mingfei saw that it was in the same area as the captain's grandmother's hometown, and the two villages were less than five kilometers apart.

Looks like Innsmouth is around here, right. "Thank you for your advice, Professor Randolph Carter. I hope to be able to ask you about the occult and folklore in the future. ”

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand.

"I'd love to chat with a rich and generous gentleman like you, too."

Randolph Carter quipped.

In addition to the donation to the school, the warband will also pay him a separate consulting fee, which is enough for him to spend some more days outside.

None of the investigators will be poor, but neither will they be rich.

Because they are always investing, but the gains they get are not necessarily realized.

At the end of the consultation, the group returned to Birmingham, then declined the invitation of the Girls' School Board to travel to Scotland with the boat carrying the equipment.

Historically, Scotland was an independent kingdom that sought independence after being annexed by England.

And the Windsor family, as the old England Zhengmi flag nobles, is weaker in Scotland.

Still, it's okay to cover up their actions.

Two black Mercedes vans disembarked the ship, one with power armor and the other with other people's gear.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, they finally arrived at the address provided by Randolph Carter, the town of Faith.

It is a typical fishing town, where you can see dried fish, nets and all kinds of fishing utensils.

It doesn't seem to be the day to go to sea today, and there are a lot of people in the town, but most of them are middle-aged and elderly.

Even those young people had numbness on their faces that had been blown out by the wind and sun.

And with the arrival of Lu Mingfei's group, the surging vitality on their bodies was as eye-catching as a bonfire in the dark.

An elderly man in a knitted sweater and a fisherman's hat was smoking a cigarette on a chair in the doorway, and when he saw them, he got up and greeted them.

He looked around at the people in the battle group, and then turned his gaze back and forth between Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

Even in the UK, these two men are a bit too tall.

This guy, even if he is fouled on the court, it will only be the other party who will be injured.

"Who are you?"

The old man asked.

"I'm Kane Williams, a sociology teacher at Cambridge University, and they're my students."

Connie stepped forward and pulled out his credentials.

As for the documents, of course they are true, but the photo on them has been replaced.

Cambridge University still has a lot of cards in the UK, and the old man suddenly became a little less vigilant.

"The upper-class people of Cambridge University, what are you doing in a fishing village like ours?"

The old man asked, snorting.

"My students are international students and they love Scottish culture. So I took them on a trip to Scotland during the holidays and did social research along the way. ”

Connie said the lines that had been prepared a long time ago.

"Well, what do you know about Scotland?"

The old man did not believe his words.

"We."

"I didn't ask you, I asked them."

Connie was just about to speak when he was rudely interrupted by the old man.

Lu Mingfei stared at the old man's weather-beaten face, and all kinds of signs indicated that his status in the town should not be low.

"Bagpipes, kelly dancing, checkered skirts, Pence dinners. Of course, the most important thing is your whisky. ”

He said with a few treasures.

The old man's otherwise serious expression immediately relaxed, like a scallop opening its shell.

"Very good, young man, you wait a minute."

He turned and walked into the house and soon came out with a bottle of whiskey.

"My name is Neil, and I'm the mayor here. These twelve years of pure malt in Glendona, after this glass, I will allow you to research in the town. ”

Neil bared his yellowed teeth at Lu Mingfei, like an old shark.

Although the young man looked uneasy to mess with, he didn't grow up eating bread, he was a man who had conquered the sea.

Scotch whisky is broadly divided into three types: single malt whisky, grain whisky, and blended whisky.

Pure malt whisky is a type of liquor made from peated roasted barley malt and distilled in a pot still.

Due to the simple brewing process, the freshly brewed whisky contains a large number of impurities, which cannot be drunk directly, and needs to be aged for at least five years.

Wines that are aged for seven to eight years are finished wines, and the best quality wines are aged between ten and twenty years.

Like the twelve-year-old bottle of whiskey that Neil took out, the proof is at least 47 proof.

The degree of alcohol is nothing, the key is the glass he took out.

A STANDARD HIGHBALL CUP CAN HOLD AT LEAST 250ML.

Even in those provinces in China that claim to be able to drink, being able to drink two halves of 47-degree liquor in one go is considered a good amount of alcohol.

And this amount is just stuck at the upper limit of alcohol poisoning, and I don't know if the old mayor calculated it.

"What if I finish this bottle?"

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"Then you can visit Faith Town as you like, and I'll give you free room and board."

Neil said without hesitation.

"Okay."

He instantly removed the bottle from Neil's hand, then pulled the cork from it.

"Huh?"

The old mayor was a little stunned, when did his wine get into this kid's hands?

Goo-doo.

Lu Mingfei tilted his head and drank the whiskey in the bottle like a long whale sucking a river.

"This kid"

NEIL WAS DUMBFOUNDED, IT WAS A FULL 600ML.

"Hey, are you alright?"

He asked, a little worried.

Neil just wanted to give these people a little color, not to make trouble.

"It's fine. The flavor is special. ”

Lu Mingfei praised.

"Of course, it's a twelve-year-old single malt whisky."

Neil said proudly.

If it weren't for the fact that this group of people were top students at Cambridge University, he would be reluctant to take it out and bet it.

"Are you really okay, though? Brat. Don't hold on. ”

Neil looked at Lu Mingfei's face, although it didn't turn red, there were many people who didn't drink enough but didn't have a face.

“And surely I'll be your pint-stowp，

And surely I'll be mine，

And we'll take a cup o'kindness yet”

Lu Mingfei smiled slightly and sang an English poem.

His voice was loud and magnetic, attracting the attention of the other townspeople.

"What a good man, if I had a granddaughter, I would definitely let you be her boyfriend, but unfortunately, I only have two ugly and naughty grandchildren."

Neil punched him in the chest, laughing.

Lu Mingfei's poem is called "Friendship Lasts Forever", which is a poem adapted by the famous Scottish poet Robert Burns from a local folk song, which is famous all over the world.

And this poem is also the pride of Scotland, especially the sentence "You come to drink a big glass, and I will buy wine to accompany you" scratched the itch of the old mayor.

By the way, Robert Pence himself is said to have died young because of a heart attack that worsened due to years of alcoholism.

"Come in and sit down, we don't have a lot of guests here."

Neil said enthusiastically.

It's a bit of a flattery to say it or not.

Under the watchful eyes of the townspeople, everyone walked into the mayor's house with different expressions.

And in the crowd of onlookers, a pair of cold eyes witnessed everything.

In the sleeves rolled up, wet fingers kept scratching at the arms.

(End of chapter)