Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 387 Heading to Innsmouth
During Fingal's solemn incantation, Randolph Carter and the assistant principal did not respond, except for a look of confusion and a little embarrassment.

"pity."

Lu Mingfei thought regretfully.

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

But thinking about it carefully, it might not be a good thing to let this legendary investigator get in touch with dragon-related things now.

The Warband was not ready for the Age of Mythic existence.

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

After speaking, Randolph Carter took out a pen and a pad from his jacket pocket, and wrote a string of addresses on it.

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

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

Lu Mingfei held out his hand.

"I would also love to chat with a rich and generous gentleman like you."

Randolph Carter quipped.

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

Investigators are never poor, but neither are they rich.

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

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

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

The Windsor family, as the nobles of the old England Union Jack, is weaker in Scotland.

Still, it’s okay to cover up their actions a bit.

Two black Mercedes vans drove off the cargo ship, one with power armor and one with the others' equipment.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, they finally arrived at the address given by Randolph Carter, Feath.

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

Today doesn't seem to be a day to go to sea. There are quite a few people in the town, but most of them are middle-aged and elderly.

Even those young people have numbness from the wind and sun on their faces.

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

An elderly man in a knitted sweater and a fisherman hat was lying on a chair at the door smoking a cigarette. When he saw them, he got up and greeted them.

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

Even for England, these two men are a little too tall.

With this size, even if he gets fouled on the court, it will only be the opponent who gets hurt.

"who are you?"

the old man asked.

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

Connie stood up and took out his ID.

As for the certificate, of course it is real, but the photo on it has been replaced.

Cambridge University still has a certain reputation in the UK, and the old man suddenly became less vigilant.

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

the old man asked with a snort.

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

Connie spoke the lines he had prepared long ago.

"Well, what do you guys know about Scotland?"

The old man did not take his words lightly.

"us."

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

Just as Connie was about to speak, he was roughly interrupted by the old man.

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

"Bagpipes, Kelly dances, plaid skirts, Burns dinners. Of course, the most important thing is your whiskey."

He said succinctly.

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

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

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

"My name is Neil, and I'm the mayor of this place. I'll allow you to investigate in the town after drinking this cup of 12-year-old Grandona pure malt."

Neil showed his yellow teeth to Lu Mingfei, like an old shark.

Although this young man looked unfriendly, Old Neil didn't grow up eating bread, he was a man who conquered the sea.

There are three types of Scotch whiskey: single malt whiskey, grain whiskey and blended whiskey.

Pure malt whiskey is made from peat-roasted barley malt and distilled in 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.

The wine aged for seven to eight years is the finished wine, and the best quality is between ten and 20 years.

Like the bottle of 12-year-old whiskey that Neil took out, the alcohol content should be at least 47 degrees.

The degree of high-alcohol wine is not a big deal, 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 able to drink, being able to drink two and a half of 47% liquor in one sitting is considered a good amount of alcohol.

And this amount is just right at the upper limit of alcoholism, and I don't know if the old mayor made the calculations.

"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 board and lodging."

Neil said without hesitation.

"it is good."

He instantly took the wine bottle from Neil's hand, and then pulled out the cork on it.

"Ok?"

The old mayor was a little dazed, when did this kid get his wine?

Gumbling.
Lu Mingfei raised his head and drank the whiskey in the bottle like a whale sucking water.

"this boy"

Neil was dumbfounded, it was a full 600ML.

"Hey, are you okay?"

he asked with some concern.

Neil just wanted to give these city people a little color, but he didn't want to cause trouble.

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

Lu Mingfei praised.

"Of course, it's a 12-year-old single malt whiskey."

Neil said proudly.

If it weren't for the fact that this group of people were high-achieving students from Cambridge University, he wouldn't be willing to take a bet.

"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 quite a few people who couldn't drink enough but didn't look good.

"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, full and magnetic, which immediately attracted the attention of other townspeople.

"What a good man. If I had a granddaughter, I would definitely let you be her boyfriend. Unfortunately, I only have two ugly and mischievous grandchildren."

Neil punched him in the chest and laughed.

The poem written by Lu Mingfei is called "Auld Lang Syne", which is a poem adapted by the famous Scottish poet Robert Burns based on a local folk song, and is very famous all over the world.

And this poem is also the pride of Scotland, especially the line "Come and drink a big glass, and I will buy wine to accompany you" in it, which scratched the itch of the old mayor.

By the way, Robert Burns himself is said to have died young due to heart disease exacerbated by years of alcoholism.

"Come in and sit down, we rarely have outside guests here."

Neil said enthusiastically.

What should be said or not, the truth is a bit pretentious.

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)