"If you want to know the news, you have to bet with me. This is my rule here."
Old Vincent said sadly that he was also short of the money, but he enjoyed the feeling that he was in front of a bloodthirsty god of war, which made him have the nature to beat each other at the table.
Lu Chen leaned back in his chair and said lightly, "Now the rules here have changed. You can choose to take the money and tell me those secret things or swear to your Lord."
"You …"
Vincent’s face flushed as if he were speechless with anger.
Girls from Belarus surrounded Lu Chen from all sides, and more than a dozen guns were pointed at his head, looking at Vincent and waiting for the old man’s order, but Vincent still blushed as if holding his breath.
Lu Chen opened his eyes again, like lava flowing, and his pupils glanced around, and the girls were disarmed without saying a word.
The girls in Belarus landed PSS micro pistols one by one, and their charming bodies trembled and limped before them like wild beasts, and they couldn’t hold the guns.
If it weren’t for the teenagers’ withdrawing their eyes, they would fall into suspended animation!
Vincent’s face turned red and faded, and finally he caught his breath. He was an old man who was about to die and jumped over the gambling table and jumped on Lu Chen.
Lu Chen got up from his chair and thought sideways about whether to use force.
But this old guy, a tiger floor-standing standard earth seat, knelt in front of Lu Chen and tried to hug his thigh, but he hid him
"What a destiny! I can find you. How happy it would be if the Fuehrer’s old man saw you with his own eyes! "
"Tell me you know the aurora here a month ago."
Lu Chen disliked that he didn’t want to be held by an ugly old man.
The old man wiped his tears and said that he was going to change his clothes. After a while, he reappeared in a SS uniform and introduced himself again. "SS Lieutenant Vincent von Andres pays his highest respects to the bloodthirsty God of War!"
When the mobile phone chatted with the painted pear clothes, "you still have ten minutes. If you have read the novel, you will know who I am. This ship may sink at any time."
Of course he can’t sink a ship, but the old man is too verbose and he is not interested in listening to Hitler’s past events.
Vincent took him to the dark room inside. "I will reveal the biggest secret in the world."
Mobujie is a painting.
Blue sea and blue sky, flowing clouds, extraordinary splendour, and divine light from the sky illuminate the lonely stone island.
The center of the island is covered with towering trees, and the periphery is semicircular as if it were cut together. The Colosseum in ancient Rome is the original audience’s seat, and there are caves with a coffin in each cave.
Outside the island, there is a small boat approaching the island, with a coffin at the bow and a figure wrapped tightly in white. It looks like a god of death and an angel.
"The Fuehrer said that this is the truth and the mythical Avalon."
Lu Chen looked at the painting and knew that if this was not a painter’s fantasy, it might be Nibelungen near here.
Avalon’s statement may not be accurate, but it is the fantasy of this mysterious island for future generations, which is a statement in Celtic mythology.
According to the information he got in the Jinlunga cloister, there should be another real name here.
"Did you find it?"
Lu Chen asked.
Vincent was particularly excited when he remembered this. "I was a fictional novel. I doubted the Fuehrer’s words when I was desperate, but I saw it a month ago!" "
He said that he seemed to be eager to be recognized. "Believe me, I really saw Avalon when the aurora was reflected in the water!"
He did see it before, but because he gambled with the "guests" that day, he missed the opportunity. By the time he found out the outside situation and wanted to rush, the aurora had disappeared. He wanted to dive and was stunned by the "captain" he hired.
He also picked up a black box from a side shelf and typed "I’m going to resurrect the Fuhrer!" "
Lu Chen feels a little tired to communicate with the old madman. He says that Avalon can’t have a skull door.
At the same time, I was a little disappointed. The original executive department found out that this ship sailed in the Arctic Circle all the year round, and maybe what clues could be given when it saw the Nibelungen Enlightenment.
But old Vincent was a Fuehrer immersed in resurrection, crazy and insane, and he insisted on this as his lifelong pursuit.
He turned to get away from the stairs, but Vincent looked anxiously at the silver box on the table and chased me. "I don’t want money, I beg you to take me to Avalon!"
Lu Chen turned a deaf ear to the ladder and was ready to go, but Vincent followed suit.