Hoffa's head was shrouded in layers of fog, making it difficult for him to see the truth. Just like Silby's thoughts, it was as unfathomable as the Mariana Trench.
"I want to go up."
Hoffa said in a low voice, "I want to get some information from them."
"What are you going to do?"
Chloe's little elf asked.
"You hide first."
Hoffa closed his eyes and visualized in his mind.
Crowley burrowed into Hoffa's collar and didn't say anything else.
Hoffa's body shook, and the clothes on his body became the same as those of the wizards. The Orca under his feet became a wooden boat filled with heavy goods, including wine, food, and roasted chickens and geese.
Then, he rowed the boat and came to the front of the black warship.
The sound of water quickly attracted the attention of the wizards on the deck. When they saw Hoffa rowing the boat, they immediately became alert. Some of them raised their wands, some took out burning magic potion bottles and held them in their hands, and some even blew horns on the mast.
Amidst the muffled sounds, someone shouted loudly, "Hey, who are you?"
"I'm the quartermaster from the rear! I'm here to deliver supplies! "
Hoffa, who had been prepared for this, said loudly, "Victory is near, but the weather is so cold. Lord Spencer arranged for me to bring you delicious food as a reward. I hope that after you eat and drink to your heart's content, you will have more passion for battle."
His voice spread far and wide in the cold night sky. The solemn atmosphere was dissolved by his words. The wizards on the deck put down their wands and potion bottles. The wizards on the watchtower climbed down. Not long after, all the wizards in the cabin rushed to the deck.
A large net was thrown down from the deck. Hoffa bent down and put the roasted chickens and geese he visualized on the net. Then, he sat on the net and let the sailors on the deck pull him up.
When he was pulled up to the deck, countless hands reached out to him and said enthusiastically, "Friend, you've had a hard time!"
"Braving the snow to come here."
"What's the situation in the camp?"
The group of Magi asked questions at once, and Hoffa answered them one by one with a smile on his face. As he answered, he took out a bottle of gin and distributed it to them one by one as if his pocket was a bottomless pit.
Soon, he and the Magi on the deck were in a heated discussion.
But after a while, an impatient voice came from behind the crowd. "What are you doing here? Haven't you seen a supply delivery before?"
It was the fat and thin adepts who had been drinking in the captain's room. Their eyes were filled with killing intent, and they looked a little like the Bloodthirsty Twins.
When the adepts on the deck saw the two of them approaching, they quickly scattered to the sides and stopped talking.
Wizard Fatso walked to Hoffa's side and took a look at the supplies he brought. He muttered, "What a feast."
The thin adept walked around Hoffa and asked in a sinister tone, "Friend, you don't look familiar. Which team are you from, and who's in charge?"
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat. This thin adept was not easy to deal with. He was even more cunning than the priest from the Church, and he even asked about the incision.
The question stumped him. Hoffa knew nothing about Silby's army, and he did not know the composition of the people around him.
Under the gaze of the thin adept, he fell silent.
The longer he stayed silent, the more unfriendly the thin adept's gaze became. He reached his hand to his waist.
Hoffa's heart thumped.
He did not dare to delay any longer, so he decided to take a gamble.
He said, "I'm from the Eagle Team. I'm in charge of Ravenclaw."
"Phew."
The thin adept let out a sigh of relief and moved his hand away from his waist.
"So you're from Ravenclaw. Thank you. I'm the commander of the Gemini, Tyra. "
Hoffa let out a sigh of relief. He had made the right bet. In this era, Silby should have already started working with the four great founders. He just did not know if the Hogwarts had been established yet.
"Does Sir Spencer have any other orders?" Tyra asked again.
"Yes," Hoffa said with certainty, "Let's talk somewhere else."
Wizard Tyra immediately became serious. He pulled Wizard Fatso away from the pile of food and ordered everyone, "You guys, take turns and take a break. Those on the lookout can eat first. Those in charge of interrogation, you guys take over the lookout's shift!"
The crowd began to move in an orderly manner. Hoffa couldn't help but think highly of this skinny wizard who was like a cabinet minister. He was indeed more agile than the fat wizard.
After arranging the affairs on the ship, the fat and thin adepts brought Hoffa to the captain's room. In just a short while, Hoffa realized that the captain's room was clean and simple. The treasures he saw just now had disappeared without a trace. It was obvious that the two adepts had used magic to hide them.
This made Hoffa even more suspicious that this was not a dream.
It seemed too real.
"Sir Spencer, do you have any orders for us?"
Terra sat behind her desk like a minister waiting for an imperial decree. The fat adept, on the other hand, was secretly covering his mouth and burping softly with his mouth.
"Don't be so serious."
Hoffa waved his hand happily, "It's not a big deal. I have some good stuff here. Sir Spencer asked me to give it to you personally."
"Oh?"
Fatso's eyes lit up, "What good stuff?"
Tara kicked him discreetly, and he immediately shut up, giving Tara the initiative.
"What is it?" He asked calmly.
Hoffa closed his eyes and took out a small, flat, curved bottle with a red star on it. With a serious expression, he said, "This is a special magic potion that Sir Spencer made for you."
"Magic potion?"
The two looked curiously at the glass bottle with a red star on it that Hoffa took out from his pocket.
Huo Fa smiled faintly and said with a solemn expression, "This potion isn't ordinary. Sir Spencer asked Miss Hufflepuff to concoct this potion using 17 precious herbs. It's called 'Belly Fire'. After drinking it, there will be a raging flame burning in the belly. Not only can the flame help you kill enemies on the frontlines, it can also keep you warm. It's very precious, so he asked me to bring it to his most valued officers."
"This?"
Fatso looked at the small bottle suspiciously, "Is there really such a magical potion?"
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat, but he immediately put on a serious face, "Are you doubting Sir Spencer's ability?"
Tyra's expression changed for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it. He expressionlessly took the small glass bottle with a red star on it and looked at the transparent liquid inside. He said doubtfully, "Is this really made by Sir Spencer? Why is he suddenly so concerned about us?"
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat. He pretended to be unhappy and criticized, "Hey! How can you belittle yourselves like this? As the frontline of the battlefield, you are as important as the eyes of the people. You can't be harmed in the slightest. "
After he said that, Wizard Tyra suddenly choked. He held the red star erguotou with his hands trembling, "I … What did I do to deserve that sir's attention?"
Then, he took a deep breath and opened the bottle.
Hoffa was secretly shocked. He had only praised this guy a little in the name of Silby, and he was already tearing up. If Silby had praised him personally, he would have fainted from joy. What on earth had that fellow done to deserve his men's unswerving loyalty?
Tyra drank half of the erguotou that Hoffa visualized and handed the other half to Fatso. When he said that, the fat wizard's eyes also turned red. He immediately took the wine and drank it all in one gulp.
There was silence for a second.
The two of them coughed violently, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the captain's cabin. Hoffa couldn't help but hold his breath. He began to worry. The alcohol had such a high alcohol content. If they drank it all in one gulp, wouldn't it be gone soon?!
However, the two of them were much stronger than he thought. After coughing for a while, they recovered. They held their stomachs and panted heavily.
"Oh oh!"
The fat wizard also made all kinds of strange sounds. "Oh oh! Yo! Oh ho ho … Yo … It's really powerful. As expected of the fire in the stomach! "
He rubbed his round belly. "I really feel like there's a fire burning in my stomach." He rubbed his belly and smacked his lips. "And … it's quite delicious."
Tyra also took a breath. He looked at Hoffa calmly and nodded with satisfaction. "As expected of Lord Spencer. Please go back and tell him that we will definitely …"
"Don't … Don't worry."
Hoffa's forehead was sweating. When he saw that they were still sober, he knew that he had underestimated the alcohol tolerance of medieval Europeans. So, he gritted his teeth and took out a huge glass bottle that was ten times the size of the previous one. He put it on the table with a thud, and the table shook.
"Just now … That was just a sample that Lord Spencer gave you. This is what I officially brought over." Hoffa took a deep breath and said, "You really can't be that stingy with the subordinates that Lord Spencer values the most, can you?"
"Uh …"
Tyra looked at the huge bottle and was a little absent-minded. "This is too much."
"That's right. As long as you finish this bottle, when the war starts, you can breathe fire like human fire dragons and burn those scoundrels in the Vatican to ashes."
After that, he opened the bottle, took a glass from the table, and filled it to the brim. He poured three glasses in a row and one for himself. Then, he took the initiative to raise a glass in his hand.
"For Lord Spencer!"
He shouted piously.
Such a politically correct action forced the two wizards to raise their glasses behind him and shout in unison, "For Lord Spencer!"
Hoffa finished the contents in the glass in one gulp. But before he drank, he closed his eyes and visualized the strong liquor in the glass as soda water.
The two wizards followed behind him and gulped it down. They had swallowed a huge glass of Erguotou, which was about half a liter.
Skinny Tyra couldn't do it on the spot. His footsteps faltered, and he forced himself to stand still.
Unexpectedly, just as he finished one glass, Hoffa immediately poured three more glasses and raised them in his hand. He shouted fanatically, "For the Wizard Empire!"
Under the influence of crazy alcohol, the two wizards' IQ plummeted. They couldn't think of anything else. They followed Hoffa mechanically and raised their glasses. "For the Wizard Empire."
They finished it in one gulp, and another half a liter.
"For the bright future!"
Seeing that the two were still standing strong, Hoffa gritted his teeth and poured another glass.
.....
Thus, under the flickering candlelight, the three people in the cabin raised their glasses like they were holding a cult ritual, crazily shouting slogans. "For Spencer … For the Wizard Empire … For the bright future … For Spencer … For the Wizard Empire … For the bright future … For Spencer … For the Wizard Empire … For the bright future … For Spencer … For the Wizard Empire … For the bright future …
Finally, after drinking seven or eight glasses, Tyra couldn't take it anymore. But his respect for Silby prevented him from spitting it out. He staggered wildly and fell back into the chair. He touched his stomach, his eyes glazed over, and his tongue hanging out. He couldn't say a word. The smell of alcohol could probably ignite him directly.
He had drunk too much, but the fat wizard was drunk. He panted heavily and stared at Hoffa with red eyes. "Bro … bro … again … again, one more glass!"
Hoffa finally let out a sigh of relief. He felt that the time was right.
"Don't rush, bro, don't rush, take it slow."
Hoffa helped the drunk and drooling fat wizard to a chair. He coughed slightly and poured him another glass. He said kindly, "I'm a wizard apprentice, and I haven't been following Master Spencer for long. You must have been following him for a long time."
"Of … of course … a long time … burp …"
The fat wizard grabbed the glass and finished it in one gulp. He said, "From the first time I saw him, I knew that he was an amazing wizard."
"I'm so envious. Sometimes I feel that I followed Master too late, and there are many things that I didn't catch up with." Hoffa looked at the fat wizard with longing eyes.
The fat wizard enjoyed the look. Under the influence of the alcohol in his blood vessels, he felt like he was floating in the air, and he couldn't control himself. Looking at Hoffa, he felt closer than looking at his own father. He felt like he had met a confidant in life, and there were thousands of words he wanted to say to him.
"Of … burp … that's not it!"
He raised his head and finished the whole bottle of Erguotou. He said with a strong smell of alcohol, "In the early days, the story of Master … Master … Master's humble beginnings, that's … that's a wonderful story."
"Oh? What happened? "
A shrewd light flashed across Huo Fa's eyes. "Can you tell me about it?"
"Hey, this … this … you've asked the right person."
Wizard Fatso said with a lisp. Under the influence of alcohol, thousands of words rushed to his mouth like a river. He said with joy, "If we're talking about Master Spencer's early days, no … no one knows it better than me, Theodore."
Hoffa saw that the guy was getting excited, so he couldn't help but sit beside him and listen quietly.
"Burp … That was … Five years ago in autumn, we were still in Pandora City in the Iberian Peninsula. At that time, the queen of Pandora sent out a red invitation to the outside world …"
The candlelight on the bronze table swayed. In the cabin filled with the smell of alcohol, the drunk fat wizard Theodore slowly narrated the story of the past.
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