Seeing how generous their chef was, the group of little chefs quickly poured another glass for Dolin.
Dorian still raised his head and poured the glass of strong wine into his mouth.
"Master...chef...this is not how you drink this wine...you will easily get drunk if you drink this way..."
The cooks on the side were all shocked by Dolin's drinking method. They had seen people who could drink, but at most they could only drink in large sips. Drinking one cup at a time like this was indeed rare.
"Children of Jianghu, you have to drink it as much as you can. Only in this way can you enjoy it. You guys should try it too!" Dolin put down the cup and said.
After hearing this, a group of assistant chefs looked at each other. What happened to the chef today?
"Chef, you don't usually drink. If you drink so hard today, I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it." The little chef who had the most contact with Dolin reminded him kindly.
Dolin's heart tightened. It turned out that the person he pretended to be didn't drink.
"I don't usually drink because I think you are no match for drinking, so I'm too lazy to drink with you." Dolin coughed lightly and said.
"I remember you said you were allergic to alcohol..." the little chef muttered in a low voice.
Without saying a word, Dorian slapped the little cook on the back of the head.
"You have a good memory, right?"
The little chef clutched the back of his head in grievance, tears welling up in his eyes.
Dolin couldn't bear to see it. After all, the little cook was doing it for his own good. Thinking of this, Daolin reached out and touched the back of the little cook's head, secretly sending a small amount of Qi towards him.
The little chef suddenly felt that his head was clear. Not only did he no longer feel pain, but he also felt vaguely comfortable.
"Okay, you guys can keep drinking. You're right, this wine has a bit of a strong stamina." Dolin said, even swaying in his steps.
The little chef had quick eyes and quick hands and directly supported Daolin.
"Send me back, I'm a little over the top." Daolin pressed on the little chef.
The other assistant chefs looked at the little assistant chef with envy. It was an honor for them to have the opportunity to contact the chef.
The little chef gritted his teeth and persisted. He was very young and not very strong, but he also knew that this was an opportunity, so he used all his strength to help Dolin walk out.
There was a reason why Daolin came here. The main reason was that he didn't know which tent Luan Shujiang was staying in. If he went to the wrong place, the suspicion would be too great.
So, he used this trick, pretending to be drunk and letting people take him back. Only in this way would he appear normal.
The little cook tried his best to straighten his body and helped Dorian staggering towards his tent.
Dolin swayed step by step, his eyes recording the tent in question.
Finally, at the very back of the kitchen area, in front of a separate tent, the little cook stopped.
"The head...chef...has arrived." The little assistant chef's face turned red as he walked.
"Send me in..." Dorian pretended to be drunk and said.
"You didn't let us get close to here before, we..."
Daolin thought for a moment, and he was afraid that Luan Shujiang had some ulterior secret that he didn't want others to know.
"Okay, you can go back!" Dolin stood up from the little cook. In order to prove that he had drunk too much, he fell down several times.
The little chef was so frightened that he became excited. After making sure that Dolin would not fall, he turned around and left.
After Dolin watched the little cook leave, his perception quickly enveloped the surrounding area of a hundred meters. After making sure that no one was paying attention to him, he slowly turned around and walked into the tent.
When he walked into the tent, it was dark inside, but it had no effect on Dolin's vision. He looked around first and had a general understanding of the arrangement of items in the room, and then slowly walked to the table and lit the oil lamp.
Under the dim oil lamp, some corners in the tent were still in darkness.
"What kind of invisible things are there that deserve you to be so careful?" Dolin muttered to himself while casually flipping through the items on the table.
Soon he discovered something that made him feel something was wrong, that is, there was a desk in a cook's tent, with pens, ink, paper, inkstones, and books placed on the desk.
This is the most unreasonable and wrong thing. Why would a cook need pen, ink, paper and inkstone? We cannot deny that Luan Shujiang is a cook who loves literature, but the probability of this is too low.
"Let me see what you usually like to watch." Dorian said and sat directly on the chair behind the desk.
Daolin picked up a manual in his left hand. It was small but quite thick. It was sewn with rice paper and wrapped in cowhide.
"The cowhide manual is interesting!" Dolin put the manual in front of the oil lamp in surprise, and then slowly opened the first page.
"In the Gregorian calendar, it was the sixth day of the fourth lunar month in 1733...
The resurrected Gao Xi first entered the molten iron...
Negotiations failed…”
Scroll further...
"In the solar calendar, the sixteenth day of the last month of the year 1733...
Resurrection and high attack, then enter the molten iron...
Negotiations failed…”
"In the solar calendar, it was the twentieth day of the first month of the year 1733...
The Iron Stall Gang was established on New Year’s Eve two years ago…
I joined the Iron Stall Gang as a chef..."
The more Dolin read, the more shocked he became. He began to turn back the page, and he glanced at a few of them. They were all recording the events of the Tiedang Gang and Tierong County, and they also included some resurrection meetings.
Watch until the end.
"Solar calendar, the first day of the lunar month in the year 137...
Fushengao invades Tierong County...
Negotiations still have no results..."
"Solar calendar, the first day of the lunar month in the year 137...
The Tiedang Gang attacks the Tierong County Transportation Team...
The Tiedang Gang's vanguard was completely wiped out..."
"In the Gregorian calendar, it is the fourth day of the lunar month in the year 137...
A discovery occurred in Tierong County...
A strange and powerful person appears...
Extremely powerful…”
"In the solar calendar, it is the tenth day of the lunar month in the year 137...
The Tiedang Gang received a resurrection order...
Launch an attack on Tie Rong County..."
Dolin was even more shocked after reading this, because he discovered that this man's true identity was not a cook. Which organization or person did he serve?
After thinking about it, Daolin decided to get rid of the Zhongdu Chu Family directly because the Empire did not need to do so in person. After all, the Resurrection Society was also their organization, and there was no need to send another person to monitor them.
"I have to search hard to see if there are any other clues." Dowling put the leather manual in his hand into the ring, then continued to flip through it on the desk, and finally found several letters stuck to it under the table.
Dowling took them down and opened them. It was a reply from a man named Jian Zhang. It probably meant that he had worked hard at surveillance and made relevant requests, asking him to focus on which aspects of surveillance should be strengthened.
Dorian found a familiar mark where the sword leader signed his name.
An upright sword.
"God's punishment!" Daolin's pupils shrank for a while. How could he forget this organization? He was almost killed by those two divine envoys when he came to Laiyuan County.
"After such a long time, I finally saw traces of you again. Divine Punishment, do you also want to get involved in this Tie Rong County?" Dolin looked at the tent door, his eyes flashing with golden light in the darkness.
