I studied beheading in a mental institution

Several big men dragged wooden carts and slowly moved forward on the desert.

Rough and hilarious sounds of beating and scolding echoed in the air, and this ancient language passed into Lin Qiye's ears, and it automatically became the Chinese he could understand.

"You say, how much wine can we pray for today?"

"At least 40 kilograms, right? The last time I brought back too little, the city lord was not happy."

"Last time, it wasn't because Lao Qi secretly drank several kilograms on the road, or else he wouldn't have brought it back, so there were only 20 kilograms left?"

"Old Six, Old Six? Just say a few words, you are always like a stuffy oil bottle. If you are like this, how can we make Lord Dionysus happy?"

"Forget it, forget it, he has been like this since he was a child, let's speak louder today and work harder."

"..."

Following them all the way away from the city and heading towards the desert in the east, the doubts in Lin Qiye's heart became more and more intense.

Dionysus?

What it is?

After walking for about half an hour, the group of big men finally stopped in front of a dry oasis.

They put down the wooden cart behind them, surrounded the empty depression, and piled up the nearby branches. One of the big men leaned over the pile of branches, drilling the flames hard.

"Get ready, this time, use the new dance from last night!"

The rest of the big men were scattered in every corner as if they were facing an enemy, staring at the dark cave in the center of the depression, and spoke solemnly.

"understand!"

Stab it--!

The big man who drilled the flame successfully ignited the pile of branches, a ray of flame ignited from the edge of the puddle, and green smoke rose into the sky.

The moment the flame appeared, the small stones scattered among the puddles trembled slightly.

Lin Qiye, who was hiding behind the sand dune, let out a small sigh, and looked intently at the black cave in the center of the puddle.

After trembling for a few seconds, a golden jug suddenly flew out of the cave, hovering over the puddle, as if looking for a source of fire.

At the same time, the big man surrounded by the puddle squatted down like a sumo wrestler, and clapped his hands hard on the top of his head!

"Hey--!!"

The crisp applause and the big man's roar immediately attracted the attention of the golden jug.

Afterwards, these big men surrounded the puddles, dancing their bodies powerfully, and began a masculine and beautiful dance.

Accompanied by whistling body movements, they opened their mouths wide, and shouted out some obscure tone forcefully, like an ancient blessing song, echoing over the dry oasis.

They sang and danced, all eyes were fixed on the golden wine jug above the puddle, and beads of sweat rolled down their cheeks, showing that they had worked very hard.

Lin Qiye opened his mouth wide in shock...

what is this?

An ancient idol trainee?

What shocked Lin Qiye the most was that as the big guys sang and danced, the golden flagon in the air seemed to get excited, and it swayed its body excitedly, as if to cheer for the big guys.

Whoa-!

As the flagon's movements became more and more intense, the rose-colored wine crazily spilled from the top of the pot, poured into the dry puddles, and gradually gathered into a pool of wine.

The refreshing aroma of wine permeated the air, and the big men who sang and danced by the puddle kept swallowing their saliva, with joy on their faces.

As the last beat fell, the big guys stopped at the same time, gasping for breath.

The golden jug jumped excitedly, as if applauding them, and every time it jumped, more wine splashed out.

"Congratulations to the Dionysus!"

The big guys bowed to the golden flagon in unison, and the sixth child who kept the flame burning quickly stepped on the fire, and the flagon circled half a circle in the air in a happy mood before returning to his cave.

When the jug disappeared, the big men immediately burst into cheers, lifted the empty barrel from the wooden cart, and quickly poured the wine pool into it.

"The jug that pours out wine when you get excited... Is this also the artifact that Gilgamesh collected back then?"

Lin Qiye witnessed the whole process, his eyes were full of shock.

The big men poured out the fine wine in the puddles and filled the wooden carts, the smiles on their faces couldn't stop.

"Good guy, at least sixty kilograms this time, right?"

"It seems that the dance we performed all night last night is still effective."

"Going back this time, the city lord should give us a big reward!"

"Hahahaha... let's go, go back to the city!"

"I, I want to take a pee." Lao Liu said a little nervously.

"Tsk... go, go, let's go after peeing!"

Amidst the joyful conversation of the big men, the sixth child quickly left the oasis and began to look for a suitable place for convenience.

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, knowing that the time had come, he immediately turned into a shadow of night and followed.

Lao Liu climbed over a sand dune, and seeing no one around, he began to untie his belt.

At this moment, a heavy blow slammed into the back of his head, he rolled his eyes, he was knocked out, and fell down in the sand.

Lin Qiye was wearing a black cloak, standing calmly behind him, a gorgeous magic radiance bloomed from his feet.

When the light dissipated, his appearance had completely changed into that of the fallen sixth child.

He opened his mouth, imitated a few words of his voice briefly, turned around and walked towards the large army.

"Lao Liu is back, let's go!"

"Walk around, go back and find a place to have a drink!"

Everyone didn't notice the strangeness of the "old six", they all pulled up the fully loaded wooden cart and walked towards the city.

Following these big men, Lin Qiye smoothly entered behind the dark city wall.

I don't know how many years this city has existed in the king's treasure house. Because it is isolated from the world, there are no strange faces from outside at all. If the natives in the city do not change their costs, they are very likely to be discovered directly.

And this "old six" who has always been taciturn is undoubtedly his best choice.

After passing through the city wall, a large number of ancient masonry buildings appeared in front of his eyes. In a trance, Lin Qiye thought that he had traveled to the ancient times thousands of years ago and entered a magnificent city-state full of history.

"The brothers who are looking for wine are back!"

"Yo, it's you guys? How's your harvest today?"

"Haha, do you see the full wine barrels in the back? It's a full sixty kilograms today!"

"Sixty kilograms?! So much?"

"..."

The wooden cart made a muffled sound as it drove on the uneven stone-brick road. Some city residents gathered around and chatted curiously with other big men, all with shocked expressions on their faces.

Maybe it's because he knows that Lin Qiye, the "old six", doesn't like to talk, or maybe his popularity is not good, and no one comes to talk to him, which is exactly what Lin Qiye wants.

His eyes calmly scanned the surroundings, and suddenly landed on the eaves of these houses, his brows were slightly frowned.

On the door of almost every household, there is a simple copper badge with mysterious and complex patterns interlaced on the surface.

Lin Qiye recognized these badges.

When Gilgamesh had just walked out of the ward, Merlin had given him a similar fragment.

This is the coat of arms of the Kingdom of Uruk.