Sign In: Becoming A Great Spell Deity Starting From The Magic Academy-Chapter 474 - The Arrogant Old Man

Chapter 474 - The Arrogant Old Man

"He is indeed an extremely strange old man. No wonder they all avoided him. Why is his killing intent so strong? Could he be a retired executioner?"

Arthur thought so and said to the old man nervously, "Old sir, can I give you a little space to clean up?"

The old man's eyes were still not wide open. He just slightly glanced at Arthur and then slowly turned his body to the side.

When Arthur put on the mask, frowned, and began to clean up the things the old man spat out, he realized that these black things were actually blood clots.

Arthur cleaned up the ground, stood up, and was about to leave, but he saw that the old man's figure was extremely thin and small. He was curled up under the blanket. It was really a little pitiful.

So, he said to the old man, "Old sir, I see that you are not feeling well. Do you need me to help you find a doctor to check on you?"

The old man turned his face and looked at him with some annoyance but did not say anything.

Seeing him like this, Arthur felt that the man was not interested, so he did not say anything and left dejectedly.

In the next few hours, Arthur was crazily instructed to do all kinds of things.

After seven or eight hours, Arthur was almost falling apart. Finally, he couldn't help but pounce on the lounge and refused to get up.

After sitting for a while, Arthur became muddle-headed and wanted to fall asleep.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear, "Hey... club."

Arthur opened his eyes and saw the old man covered in a blanket.

"Who are you looking for?" Arthur asked the old man as he wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Is there anyone else in this room?"

The old man was about 1.65 meters tall. He wasn't as tall as Arthur, but his arrogance didn't diminish at all.

Strangely, Arthur didn't think there was anything wrong with his arrogance. it seemed to be a natural part of his nature.

"Oh," Arthur answered naively. "What do you want?"

"What do you mean, what do I want? Do you want to fight me one-on-one?" the old man asked unhappily.

Arthur pouted and said frankly, "How would I dare? You're so unreasonable."

The old man opened his eyes, "That's right. In the entire empire, there are only a few people who dare to challenge me."

"All right, I'm afraid of you." Arthur stretched and stood up. "Tell me, what do you want?"

"I want a glass of wine," the old man said.

"Wine?" Arthur blinked. "There's no wine on the ship."

"I know. Six people have already told me that. But I want white wine."

The old man twisted his neck and looked stubborn.

Arthur looked at him helplessly for a while and thought for a while.

"I think there should be some wine in the kitchen. Do you want it?"

The old man thought for a while and nodded, feeling wronged. "Sigh, forget it. I'll just make do without it."

"Okay, old man. Then you wait at your seat. I'll find some for you."

After sending the old man back, Arthur sneaked into the kitchen. When the chef was not paying attention, he took a bottle of red wine from the cupboard and hid it in his clothes.

After getting the red wine, Arthur hurried to the old man's seat and saw that there was no one else around him.

"Huh? Where is the person next to you?" Arthur asked curiously. "There were people in front and on the left, right?"

"Finally, they were all driven away by me." The old man grinned proudly. "How was it? Did you get my wine?"

"Here, your wine..." Arthur sat down beside the old man and took out the red wine from his clothes. He was about to stuff it into the old man's hand when he suddenly hesitated. "Can you drink it? You were vomiting blood just now."

"Give it to me. If there's no wine, I'm not vomiting blood. I'm vomiting internal organs," the old man said and snatched the red wine.

"I say, don't make it too ostentatious. I stole this wine for you," Arthur said and looked around carefully. "If people find out about me, I'll be in trouble."

"You're a man. Why are you hiding your head and tail?" The old man turned his face and glanced at Arthur disdainfully.

"Well said. You're a man. Go steal it yourself." Arthur snatched the red wine back.

The old man clicked his tongue immediately.

"How old are you? Why are you so childish? I'm just saying it casually. What do you take me for? Quickly return the red wine to me."

"You're so old. Why are you like a young man? Aren't you bothered at all?"

Arthur nagged as he returned the red wine to the old man.

The old man took the red wine and gulped down three mouthfuls. He finished half a bottle of red wine.

Then, he frowned and looked at the bottle of red wine with extreme dissatisfaction.

"What kind of rotten wine is this? Why does it taste so bad? Sigh, forget it. I'll just make do with it."

After saying that, the old man raised his neck and gulped down three more mouthfuls. The bottle of red wine was empty.

One had to know that this red wine was two kilograms in weight, and its alcohol content was a bit high.

He had just finished drinking when he heard a series of rumbles coming from his stomach. It sounded like a boiling pot.

Arthur was stunned by this scene.

Seeing the old man's face turn red and green, Arthur was a little nervous.

"Old sir...Don't tell me you have something to think about?"

"Think about? What's there to think about? When my whole family died back then, I didn't think about it. Now that I'm living such a carefree life, what's there to think about?"

As the old man spoke, he burped at Arthur, causing Arthur to almost faint on the spot.

The old man licked his lips and asked again, "I think you shouldn't be bad. Why didn't you become a warrior? Why did you come here to take such a dead-end job as a crew member?"

"I'm not a crew member," Arthur said.

"Not a crew member. Why are you wearing the clothes of a crew member and busying yourself?" the old man asked curiously.

Arthur paused and said, "Me...I'm on the wrong ship, and I don't have money to pay the ticket, so I can only help others pay their debts as a crew member."

"Oh..." The old man raised his head, then slowly sat down and patted the seat next to him. "Then sit down and chat with your grandfather."

Although the old man looked like he could be Arthur's grandfather no matter what, this kind of saying really made Arthur uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Arthur was a kind man and couldn't be bothered to argue with him. He just smiled bitterly.

"Okay, go ahead, old man. What do you want to tell me?"

The old man looked at Arthur, clicked his tongue, and chewed in his mouth for a few times. Then he asked, "You were in the army, right?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment and nodded. "A few days."

Then, the old man asked again, "You killed people, right?"

"Hmm?" Arthur widened his eyes and looked at the old man, not knowing how to answer.

"Okay, stop pretending."

The old man smiled and patted Arthur's shoulder.

"You're a person who has seen the big scene and climbed out of a pile of dead people. You should have died a long time ago. It's a miracle that you're still alive."