"I?" Hearing the question from the captain, the old gentleman showed a restrained smile full of British style. "You can call me Murphy, kind-hearted Murphy."

"I don't think you have any kindness at all. On the contrary, I think you seem to be deliberately exercising some conspiracy. What exactly do you want to do?"

The captain did not agree with the old gentleman's statement at all. He stared at the guy in front of him with sharp and aggressive eyes. Obviously, he was trying to use strong pressure to make the old guy in front of him tell the truth. However, he underestimated the pressure resistance of the old gentleman in front of him.

After knocking on the table at the bar, the bartender immediately took out a half-full bottle, which was packed with extremely gorgeous and ancient wine bottles. The wine in the bottle was filled with scarlet sensation like blood, making people unable to help but feel the desire to taste it at a glance.

The old gentleman named Murphy poured out two glasses of wine under the captain's gaze. While pushing a glass of wine to the captain, he picked up the glass and took a sip. Then he showed a look of enjoyment and said to the captain.

"Do you know, young people. At the beginning, wine was given the name of God's Blood by the church. But in my opinion, the true blood of God is by no means comparable to the inferior products in the hands of the church. The wine that can be called God's Blood should be born in the Middle Ages, the hand of an alchemist named Paracelsus. In his era, many people believed that he created the secret medicine for immortality."

"What do you want to say? Do you want to tell me that the bottle of wine you have in your hand is the work of that alchemist?"

"Don't you, otherwise why do you think I'd spend a lot of time telling you these things? This bottle of wine is the only work of Paracelsus. Believe me, when you taste its deliciousness, you will definitely forget all your worries and sorrows and get a true spiritual intoxication. How about it, do you want to try it?"

Seeing the tempting scarlet rippling from the wine glass and the unbearable sweet smell, even with the captain's will, I couldn't help but tremble my mouth.

"Do you really think this bottle of wine that has been in stock for hundreds of years can still be drunk, and it has not yet passed its shelf life?"

"Young man, the alchemist's stuff has no shelf life. And I think you've smelled it, don't you?"

Murphy's words were indescribable, but what was more intriguing than his words was the glass of wine in front of him. Looking at the glass of wine in front of him, the captain immediately had an urge to have never been around for a while. This made him unbearable to hunger, even to the point where he could not suppress it like a volcano erupting.

So at the moment, even he himself didn't know what was going on, so he had already picked up the glass of wine and drank it all in one go.

Just as clear water suddenly flowed on the long-dried land, the captain couldn't help but moan like enjoyment as soon as the wine got into his stomach. The sensory impact on his body and soul made him intoxicated, so that he immediately turned his eyes on the remaining half bottle of wine.

Seeing the captain's unconcealed desire look, Murphy poured himself a glass of wine and pushed the entire bottle in front of the captain.

"Drink, young man. These are yours if you want."

The captain rationally felt something wrong. But physically he could not control himself. The instinctive impulse of suppressing emotions and desire in his heart made him pick up the wine bottle and drink it directly without even a cup.

This kind of action is a luxury, because if this bottle of wine was really from the hands of that legendary alchemist, it would definitely be a priceless treasure. Even if it is carefully tasted, it can be called a waste, let alone such a bounty.

But Murphy didn't care. He just smiled and looked at the captain, watching him drink the wine in the bottle bit by bit.

After drinking all the wine, the captain staggered and fell down abruptly as soon as he put down the bottle. His brain was in chaos, or the long-lost drunken feeling now appeared on him, and he took away control of his body bit by bit.

"What's wrong with me? I'm drunk?"

Looking at his hand that had a ghost appeared in disbelief, the captain muttered in a daze. When he heard his words, Murphy smiled slightly and replied.

"People are always drunk. If you haven't been drunk, you can tell that you haven't been drunk. But now it seems that you are indeed drunk, young people."

"It's really interesting. It turns out that this is the feeling of getting drunk. The feeling of emptying your brain is really good." A smirk appeared on his face, but tears began to flow out of his eyes. "It's really good, at least I seem to have forgotten Bucky now."

"You have something sad? This is really unfortunate. But it is also a good thing. If you get drunk, you can forget all the sad things."

The gentle and polite Murphy spoke like a responsible psychologist. When he heard his words, the captain said bluntly.

"You are a good person, Murphy. I'm so sorry that I would have doubted you before."

"It's okay, young people. Anyone has times when they are suspected. The key is that you have to learn to gain their trust, right?"

"You're right. Oh, it's really strange to be drunk. It seems like everything is changing. Also, I actually have this kind of familiar thought. I really don't know where this strange idea came from."

The captain who was really drunk began to murmur and complain. In response, Murphy once again showed a meaningful smile.

"Maybe you've been drunk like this before? It's just that it's been too long, maybe you can't remember it."

"Maybe! But I've hardly been drunk, or I've never been drunk. This is the first time, and it's definitely the first time."

"I think this is not the first time!" After picking up the empty bottle, Murphy's smile began to twist in the captain's eyes. "You should have had this time many years ago. But you have forgotten, Mr. Steve Rogers. Your memory has blurred, you have forgotten a lot of things you have experienced. Now, it's time for you to think about it."

Murphy's sudden change of words made the captain's mind roll wildly. Countless pasts emerged like eggs with egg shells pushed apart. But the captain suddenly became unbelievable about this completely unfamiliar memory.

The most important moment in his life was at the end of World War II, which prevented the final blow of the Red Skull from burning with both jade. After that, he fell into the ice and experienced seventy years of long sleep. But the memory that emerged in his mind now told him that he had not been in the ice for so long.

The huge submarine, the German army at the end of the road, the machinery that he didn't know how to use, and the magical magic that he had never imagined. All of this made the captain's brain roar like boiling. The chaotic and broken memories almost blocked every corner of his brain. All of this made him want to pursue the veins, but he could not get a specific answer.

He began to feel a headache, as if a needle was burning. This made him cover his head tightly, and he couldn't help but groan hard as he gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, a person's image appeared in his mind. The serious German shadow made him pronounce his name involuntarily.

“Einzberen…”

The appearance of this name is like Mars next to a powder barrel, making his whole brain irritated wildly. His expression also became distorted and ferocious, and a terrifying redness gradually appeared on his face.

This change made the smile on Murphy's face deeper and deeper, and the smile almost reached the ear. At the same time, the entire bar suddenly became quiet, as if this place had become a completely different world in an instant.

In other words, this place has indeed become a different world, a world created by artificially. In such a world, Murphy in the captain's eyes began to change his image, becoming a hideous and terrifying posture that belongs only to the devil.

"Let me introduce myself again, Mr. Steve Rogers. I am Mephisto, a devil who dominates hell. I have been commissioned by an old friend of yours to bring you his greetings."

"Einzberen..." said these words with gritted teeth. The captain had already figured out some of the unusual key points from his brain. When he heard him pronounce this name, Mephisto immediately laughed.

"Yes, yes. It's this amazing guy. Reinhardt Einzberen, or the great alchemist Paracelsus, or the current Smith Zhou. No matter which name it is, it represents an outstanding human being, a guy who even a devil like me has to admire. I bring him a greeting to you, Captain America, Mr. Steve Rogers. A special greeting!"

"The night is silent forever, and the night fire is bright. May you find a place where your soul rests in this tranquility."

The words full of literary atmosphere made the captain who was struggling on his face immediately stop all movements. His pupils began to dissipate, and the expression on his face also began to become cold and stiff. At this moment, he looked like a machine. For Mephisto, he was indeed a machine, a machine that only knew how to obey orders.

Seventy years ago, someone had laid the foreshadowing. Now, it is time for this foreshadowing to come into play. Chaos and despair, pain and death, all of this will follow, and for a devil, this is the most amazing scenery. Mephisto sincerely admired, admired the guy who made it all, and admired the human beings themselves.
Chapter completed!