After an unknown amount of time, the twelve drunken disciples returned to the courtyard. Apparently they had celebrated with their respective villagers.

Looking around, they praised Doyle's original design while constantly taking food to the round table. All kinds of precious meat and fruits soon built up a hill on the table.

"Doyle, come out and eat." Andre, who was so drunk that his neck was red, lightly kicked Doyle's door. He did not kick Doyle's door into pieces, indicating that he was not drunk enough.

"Squeak~"

Doyle walked out with his head lowered. He gave a slight signal to Andre, and then walked towards the round table. When he saw that everyone had arrived, the twelve disciples, who had already had enough wine and food, began to chat, while Doyle was bored.

Eating first, he ate very quickly. He ate some of everything that was good for his body, and stopped after he was sure that it would not further strengthen his body.

But no matter how fast he ate, Doyle still ate for more than two hours, because every time he ate something, his body would change. Sometimes it was numbness in the body, sometimes warmth in the soul, and sometimes mental strength.

It takes a while to fully adapt to the coolness of everything. Obviously what he eats is not as simple as what he sees.

"Can I put a little in?" Doyle asked the twelve disciples sheepishly.

"Of course, these are prepared for you, they are all yours." Jacob took out a simple wooden ring and handed it to Doyle, and then said:

"Only the Ring of Holy Wood can contain these foods. Happy holidays, Doyle."

Nodding gratefully to Jacob, Doyle used the Ring of the Holy Wood to collect all the food on the table, causing the twelve disciples to look sideways. Doyle seemed to think that it was not a good look to do so, so he did not

He lowered his head shyly.

"Doyle, are you worried?" Peter asked, putting his arm around Doyle's shoulders.

"It's okay, Peter." Doyle said with his head lowered. He did not hide his emotions. In front of the Twelve Apostles, any concealment he made would be seen through at a glance.

"boom!"

A small wine barrel was thrown in front of Doyle by Doma. He pressed his hands on the table and asked Doyle dissatisfiedly:

"Doyle, do you look down on the fruit wine I brew? Why are you taking away the food but not the wine?"

"Sorry Doma, I'm afraid I drank too much. I promised my friends that I would visit them tonight." Doyle lowered his head and said, but he still put his own wine into the ring.

Seeing that something was wrong with Doyle, Peter used his own wine bottle to pour two glasses of wine for Doyle and himself, then pulled him away and sat down on the snow casually.

"Have a drink, you won't drink too much." Peter gestured.

"Ding~"

They clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

A strong numbness spread throughout the body, followed by a slight drunkenness. The feeling was very comfortable, like floating in the clouds.

"I saw a mountain of heavy pressure on you. Did God's spirit say something to you?" Peter asked with a smile, and the cordial feeling made Doyle feel like a spring breeze.

"Peter, can you tell me more about the future?" Doyle looked at Peter and asked.

"No, because this will change the future in a bad direction." Peter rubbed Doyle's head and said.

"When you came to me to build reincarnation together, did you already know everything that happened now?"

"Really? Then am I very powerful?" Doyle asked excitedly.

"Of course, very powerful, you two are very powerful."

"two?"

"Well, there is a very powerful person fighting alongside you. He is also a very powerful man. In the future, you will not be alone."

"Wow~ I'm really looking forward to it."

"Not only that, you also have a group of partners, each of whom is very powerful."

"Ah? Hanhan is here?"

"exist."

"That....."

"Don't ask, the rest is a secret."

"But I still want to ask."

"Hold it."

"I can't help it!"

"That....."

Peter stretched out his hands and suddenly pounced on Doyle, tickling Doyle's creaks repeatedly, causing Doyle to laugh and beg for mercy.

The two were having a wild fuss for a while, and Doyle suddenly calmed down. He looked at Peter seriously and said:

"Peter, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I heard that your future self is fighting."

“Allah’s spirit is really a big mouth.”

"Win, Peter."

"Of course, if we fight in the long river of time, I am very strong. You have to have confidence in me."

"I believe you Peter, beat him away!"

"Okay, peerless strong man!"

"Hahaha, don't call me that, I'll be embarrassed."

"Okay, peerless strong man!"

"Hahaha~"

...

After the two played around for a while, Doyle walked back to the round table. He hugged each disciple unexpectedly, and then said with a kind and innocent smile:

"I love you all!"

After saying these four words, Doyle ran down the mountain with a red face, causing the disciples to look at each other, and finally looked at Peter.

"Don't look at me, I didn't teach you this." Peter shrugged.

"We know, we're just a little upset."

"Yes, why can you two know the future, but we can't?"

"Drink him up, and when he drinks too much, I'll pry his mouth open!"
Chapter completed!