Author: Youjiu L

During Fingel's solemn incantation, Randolph Carter and the assistant principal did not react at all, except for a look of confusion and a little embarrassment.

"pity."

Lu Mingfei thought regretfully.

If we could bring this legendary investigator back to Kassel, even if we couldn't find Innsmouth, the trip would be worthwhile.

But if you think about it carefully, it may not be a good thing for this legendary investigator to be exposed to dragon-related things now.

The Chapter is not yet ready to deal with the existence of the Age of Mythology.

"After burying the crew member's ashes, I investigated his origins and found his hometown."

After speaking, Randolph Carter took out a pen and a notepad from his coat pocket and wrote a series of addresses on them.

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

It seems that Innsmouth is right nearby. "Thank you for your advice, Professor Randolph Carter. I hope to consult you on mystical and folklore issues in the future."

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand.

"I would also be happy to chat with a wealthy and generous gentleman like you."

Randolph Carter quipped.

In addition to the donation to the school, the war group will also pay him a separate consulting fee, which is enough for him to spend some time outside.

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

Because they always keep investing, but the rewards they get may not be realized.

After the consultation was over, the group returned to Birmingham, declined the girl's school director's invitation to travel, and went to Scotland with the ship carrying equipment.

Scotland was an independent kingdom in history, and it has been seeking independence after being annexed by England.

The Windsor family, as a noble of the Union Flag of Old England, is weaker in Scotland.

However, there is no problem in covering up their actions.

Two black Mercedes-Benz trucks drove off the cargo ship, one containing power armor and the other containing other people's equipment.

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

This is a typical fishing town, where you can see dried fish, fishing nets and various fishing equipment everywhere.

Today does not seem to be a day to go out to sea. There are many people in the town, but most of them are middle-aged and elderly people.

Even those young people have faces that are numb from exposure to wind and sun.

When Lu Mingfei and his group arrived, their surging vitality was as eye-catching as a bonfire in the darkness.

An old man wearing a knitted sweater and a fisherman's hat was lying on a chair at the door smoking. When he saw them, he got up and came over.

He looked around at everyone in the battle group, and then looked back and forth between Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

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

With such a big guy, even if he is fouled on the court, it will only be the opponent who is injured.

"who are you?"

the old man asked.

"I am Kane Williams, a sociology teacher at Cambridge University, and they are my students."

Connie stood up and took out his ID.

As for the ID, of course it is genuine, but the photo on it has been replaced.

The University of Cambridge is quite famous in the UK, and the old man suddenly became less vigilant.

"Why do the upper class from Cambridge University come to a fishing village like ours?"

The old man asked with a snort.

"These students of mine are all foreign students and they like Scottish culture very much. So I took them to travel to Scotland during the holidays and do social research at the same time."

Connie said the lines he had prepared long ago.

"Well, what do you know about Scotland?"

The old man did not believe his words easily.

"us."

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

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

Lu Mingfei stared at the old man's weather-beaten face. All signs indicated that his status in the town should be high.

"Bagpipes, Kelly dancing, plaid skirts, Burns dinners. And of course, the most important thing is your whiskey."

He said it with great familiarity.

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

"Very good, young man, please wait a moment."

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

"My name is Neil, and I am the mayor here. After drinking this twelve-year Glendronach pure malt, I will allow you to conduct research in the town."

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

Although this young man looks untouchable, old Neil did not grow up eating bread. He is a man who has conquered the sea.

Scotch whiskey is roughly divided into three types: single malt whiskey, grain whiskey and blended whiskey.

Single malt whiskey is an alcoholic beverage distilled from peat-roasted barley malt using a pot still.

Due to the simple brewing process, the newly brewed whiskey contains a lot of impurities and cannot be drunk directly. It needs to be aged for at least five years.

Wine aged for seven to eight years is finished wine, and the best quality is aged between ten and twenty years.

Like the twelve-year-old whiskey that Neil took out, the alcohol content is at least 47 degrees.

The alcohol content doesn't matter in terms of alcohol content, the key is the cup he took out.

A standard highball cup can hold at least 250ML.

Even in those provinces in China that claim to be drinkable, being able to drink two and a half 47% liquor in one sitting is considered a good drinker.

And this amount is just right at the upper limit of alcohol poisoning. I don’t know if the old mayor calculated it.

"What if I finish this bottle?"

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"Then you can visit Fes Town as you like, and I will provide you with free food and accommodation."

Neil said without hesitation.

"good."

He instantly took the bottle from Neil's hand and pulled out the cork.

"Um?"

The old mayor was in a daze. When did his wine get into this kid's hands?

Gududu.

Lu Mingfei raised his head and drank the whiskey in the bottle in one gulp like a whale sucking into the river.

"This boy"

Neil was stunned to see that it was a full 600ML.

"Hey, are you okay?"

he asked with some concern.

Neil just wanted to give these city people some color, not to cause trouble.

"It's okay. The flavor is very special."

Lu Mingfei praised.

"Of course, this is twelve-year-old single malt whiskey."

Neil said proudly.

If he hadn't seen that these people were top students at Cambridge University, he would have been reluctant to bet on them.

"But are you really okay? Boy, don't hold on."

Neil looked at Lu Mingfei's face. Although it didn't turn red, there were many people who couldn't drink enough but didn't show their face.

"And surely I'll be your pint-stowp,

And surely I'll be mine,
To be continued...