Many people know that the Kenda family has collected hundreds of years of wine, but few people know that Birmingham has better wines in its hands, even better wines than hundreds of years old.
These fine wines were also obtained by accident. They were aged under the sea.
A cargo ship carrying fine wine sank, but a large amount of fine wine on board was preserved. After a thousand years, Birmingham got it.
There are only five barrels in total, and Birmingham has already drank two barrels, leaving only three barrels left. This is something that will disappear once you drink it. Don't even think about getting it again in the future.
Therefore, Birmingham usually only drinks by himself. He used to drink very ferociously, but now he is restraining himself. If he finishes drinking, it will really be gone.
Although a barrel weighs a hundred kilograms after all, this wine is really not something that needs to be drunk. It can be finished in a moment without paying attention.
But now, Old Eisen's idea is to focus on these fine wines. Can Birmingham not be anxious? As a senior alcoholic, these fine wines are his lifeblood.
Is it possible to get him to take out his lifeblood?
"You old drunkard, let me ask you one question: which one is more important, these fine wines or your Kenda family?" Old Eisen felt helpless when he saw Birmingham's expression.
"They are all important, they are all equally important!" Birmingham said without thinking.
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Old Eisen was immediately speechless. He thought Birmingham would say that the Kenda family was important, but he didn't expect Birmingham to give such an answer.
I really underestimated the character of a senior alcoholic who is addicted to alcohol.
"Let me tell you, I can give you any amount of fine wine collected by the Kenda family, but don't even think about the thousand-year-old shipwreck wine in my hand." Birmingham's attitude was very firm, that is, he would not speak until he died.
"Birmingham, do you believe that I can get all the Millennium Shipwreck Wine in your hand?" Old Eisen showed a conspiratorial smile when he heard this.
"You..." Birmingham was furious. He didn't expect that old Eisen was so ambitious and wanted to take away all the wine in his hands. This was simply more uncomfortable for him than killing him.
"Old Eisen, let me tell you, there's no way you want my Millennium Shipwreck Wine!" Birmingham waited for Old Eisen fiercely, looking like he was ready to fight.
Seeing this, Old Eisen knew that it was useless to continue talking about this thousand-year-old shipwreck wine. He would definitely not be able to get it, so he still had to change his mind now.
Thinking of this, Old Eisen raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Let's put aside the matter of the Millennium Shipwreck Wine for now. Let's continue talking about the Holy Jade Bible."
Old Eisen is planning to use Tang Hao to put pressure on Birmingham. He will get some of this thousand-year shipwreck wine no matter what. Well, the great Mr. Tang, he will definitely want it.
Thinking of this, Old Eisen laughed directly.
When Birmingham saw Old Essen's smile, his heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't know why Old Essen was smiling, he must have had bad intentions when he laughed at this time.
That is to say...
Birmingham frowned and said immediately: "Tell me, where is the Holy Jade Bible now, but I can tell you that it is impossible to get my Millennium Shipwreck Wine!"
Birmingham specifically emphasized it in the end, lest old Eisen come after him again.
Listening to Birmingham's words, Old Eisen said with a playful face: "It's okay, I promise not to ask you for the Millennium Shipwreck Wine. Now let's talk about the Holy Jade Bible."
Hearing this, Birmingham breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't want his thousand-year-old shipwreck wine, everything was easy to talk about.
Looking at Birmingham's relieved expression, Old Essen smiled extremely proudly in his heart. Birmingham would never have thought that his thousand-year-old shipwreck wine could not be saved no matter what.
Thinking of this, Old Eisen asked Birmingham: "You should know about the Blood Fang Organization and the Blood Fang Blade, right?"
Birmingham nodded, but then he said impatiently: "Old guy, now we are talking about the Holy Jade Bible. Why are you telling me my blood pressure?"
"As far as I know, the Bloodfang Blade assassinated an archbishop of the Kenda family ten years ago, and then your family's ninth-level sacred artifact, the Holy Jade Bible, also disappeared. Isn't that true?" Old Ai
Sen ignored Birmingham's impatience and said to himself.
"The whole West knows these things, why are you talking about this?" Birmingham was very impatient, "We have long known that the Holy Jade Bible must be at the Bloody Fang Blade, although he has never taken it out. And now.
, Bloody Fang Blade has been killed, what are you going to say about him? Is it possible that our family's sacred artifact, the Holy Jade Bible, was taken to hell by him?"
From Birmingham's perspective, these words spoken by Old Eisen were completely unnutritious. Everyone knew it, so what's the point of saying it again?
"Can you wait until I finish what I'm saying? If you do this again, be careful that I don't tell you." Old Aisen got angry.
"You..." Birmingham was furious, and then said: "Okay, you say it, I will listen!"
The information was in the hands of old Eisen, so Birmingham could only compromise first, but his compromise was very reluctant.
Looking at Birmingham's ugly face, Old Eisen grinned and said: "The Bloodfang Blade is a prince-level vampire and is well-deserved to be the number one master in the West. As for whether there is such a master, it is impossible to know.
Anyway, on the surface, the Bloodfang Blade is the most powerful. However, such a most powerful existence was still killed."
At this point, old Eisen stopped.
This information is obviously of little value, but what follows will definitely be extremely valuable. But at this time, old Eisen stopped.
"Hell, can you finish your sentence?" Birmingham yelled at Old Eisen in a hurry.
"After talking so much, I still haven't had a sip of water. My mouth is dry." Old Aisen put on airs.
"Ron, bring the tea!" Birmingham shouted.
"Hey, I won't drink this tea poured by just anyone." Old Aisen's arrogance was getting bigger and bigger.
"You..." Birmingham felt like he was going to be pissed to death. This old Eisen actually dared to let him pour tea.
But fortunately, he didn't ask me for the Millennium Shipwreck Wine. He just poured a cup of tea and he wouldn't lose a piece of meat. Forget it, just pour the tea.
Thinking of this, Birmingham gave Old Eisen a hard look and poured him a cup of tea.
"Well, the tea poured by the patriarch of the Kenda family tastes really good." Old Eisen took a sip and was very proud, "I just don't know which one is stronger than the thousand-year shipwreck wine."
"Old guy, I'm warning you, if you dare to try to get my Millennium Shipwreck Wine again, I'll kill you!" Birmingham immediately got angry.
No matter what, the most important thing is your thousand-year-old shipwreck wine, and you must not let this old guy get it.
Looking at Birmingham's appearance, old Eisen was not in a hurry, but said calmly: "The Bloodfang Blade is so powerful, but it still died. This shows that there is someone more powerful than him, and this one
Where are the people..."
Old Eisen stopped again.
"Say!" Birmingham looked at Old Eisen angrily.
"This man prefers fine wine!" After being silent for a while, Old Eisen suddenly grinned and said something.
"I'm going to fuck your uncle, old Eisen, I'm going to kill you!" Birmingham immediately ran away after hearing this. After all, he still had another idea of his thousand-year shipwreck wine!
Now Birmingham finally understood why old Eisen didn't care about his rejection at all. It turned out that there was a bigger killer move behind him.
"Why are you so anxious? I told you, I am saving your Kenda family." Old Eisen grinned.