How can it be as desired, but be ashamed of it.

Food is definitely not enough, I can only do my best.

After another round of bargaining, Evil Dragon Spitz didn't embarrass me. He just said that he owed it first, and he could make up for it when he had a surplus.

I contacted Simmons Locke by calling Crystal. After explaining the situation, I set a time. On the morning of the third day, I stayed in Long Island for three consecutive days.

In the early morning of the third day, the sound of the magic airship landing tore through the tranquility. I was awakened and suddenly discovered that the magic airship could also make such a loud noise when it raised and lowered.

Simmons Locke took the elevator down, first gave me a big hug, and then said with emotion: "It feels good to be able to call the magic airship at any time."

All the way to the middle of the island, the evil dragon Spitz was lying on the ground, and Longyan looked at him.

"Hello, I am the monarch of York City, Simmons Locke," Simmons Locke stepped forward and introduced himself.

"Evil Dragon Spitz, you can call me Evil Dragon."

"Looking up to the name for a long time, I am honored to see it today" Simmons Rock bowed slightly.

Evil Dragon Spitz still stared at Simmons Locke, his nose suddenly increased: "You..."

Simmons Rock is curious: "Dare to ask, have I offended anything?"

"Your breath...a bit familiar."

These words shocked my memory, and the voice of Simmons Rock faintly echoed in my ears: Simmons was also an ancient family.

On the side, Simmons Locke smiled and said, "Is the Lord Evil Dragon made a mistake? You and I have never known you before, how could..."

Spitz shook his head: "You have a very familiar breath, this can't be wrong!"

Simmons Locke was confused.

Upon seeing this, I tugged on his sleeve and whispered: "You forgot your identity as a descendant of the ancient family?"

Simmons Lock suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "It seems that the person whom the Lord Evil Dragon knows should be our ancestor."

Spitz stared at him for a while, then slowly said, "It seems so, you are similar in breath, but you are different."

"...His breath fluctuates, more than ten times stronger than you."

"It seems that the ancestors are undoubtedly" Simmons Rock smiled.

Evil Dragon Spitz suddenly lost interest and continued to lie down, half-closed his eyes, looking at him with his gray pupils.

Simmons Rock didn't mind Spitz's attitude. He took a step forward and enthusiastically stated the purpose of the trip.

Spitz pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you want to ally with me, or with the dragon clan, make it clear."

"I would be very grateful if we could form an alliance with the dragon clan."

Spitz lowered his eyelids: "Impossible."

"Take a step back and I am honored to form an alliance with you."

"The price?" Spitz said.

"As long as I have it, please mention it."

Simmons Rock directly lowered his posture to the lowest level.

"Food, fruits and vegetables, meat..." Spitz murmured, paused for a while, and then said: "Wine."

"The food has already been shipped, the fruits and vegetables are not enough for the time being, the meat is the same, and the wine is not a big problem."

"Are you perfunctory me?" Spitz raised his pupil again and stared at Simmons Locke.

Gurgle.

Simmons Locke swallowed and grinned: "Be calm and restless, Lord Evil Dragon, listen to me."

"Say."

"Now it is the off-season. Grain, fruits and vegetables, meat, including fine wine, are all very scarce. I can bring in food. I have tried my best and I hope to forgive me."

The vertical pupil turned to me, and I nodded slightly.

Spitz was silent for a while and said, "Bring the grain."

Simmons Lock raised his eyebrows and said tremblingly: "Your Excellency means..."

"It's what you mean."

"Okay, the food will arrive soon."

Simmons Rock walked back quickly, but I didn't move the ground.

Looking at the distant back, I asked curiously: "Have you fought with his ancestors before?"

Spitz rubbed it against him: "Why do you see?"

"The breath that can remember you, only the strong."

Spitz glanced at me and chuckled.

My brows frowned slightly: "Is it wrong?"

"More than the strong," Spitz shook his head and said, "There are also interesting."

"What kind of ancestors did he belong to?" I asked.

"The latter category" Spitz said.

"Is it interesting?" I murmured, "Could it be possible that his ancestor performed a stand-up comedy for you?"

"His ancestors invited me to drink wine."

"I can invite you to drink, it seems that I am not afraid of you."

Spitz recalled as he said, "Not only is he not afraid, but he is also hospitable, but he died too early."

"How early is it?" I asked curiously.

"Thirty years old at the time of death."

"Did you see it with your own eyes, or heard it?"

"Nonsense, of course I saw it with my own eyes."

After a little silence, I asked: "How did you die?"

"Drunk."

"It's a pity" I said: "He was in his thirties, at the same time, with a great time and a great future...How much did he drink and he was so drunk?"

"An altar."

"An altar?" I was shocked.

"One altar" Spitz said: "He invited me to drink, and we were one altar for each of us. I was drunk and he died."

Oh my god, is this wine or poison?

Behind him, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, Simmons Locke took the lead, and then a group of people carrying woven bags, each bag was so heavy that the workers could not lift their heads.

As soon as I put down the food, I heard a scream of exclamation, like torn silk, torturing my ears.

Simmons Rock was also taken aback: "What's the matter?"

"Weird...monster!"

The worker slumped on the ground, his hands and feet turned straight, staring at Spitz, and murmured: "Monster...monster!"

Immediately, there was a lot of chaos among the workers. Those who threw food, threw food, and ran away, and more of them fell to the ground and shivered like the first worker who screamed.

"Rude!" Simmons Locke angrily rebuked, "What monster! This is clearly a giant dragon, a great dragon family, and the most solid ally of York City!"

"Come back! Come back to me!" Simmons Locke shouted: "If you run around and yell, and spread rumors casually, I will punish you for a felony!"

Simmons Locke's cry played a very good role. Countless workers who ran for about a hundred meters stopped and returned, although their legs trembled and staggered slowly.

Simmons Locke nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Everyone, put the grain over there and you can return to the airship."

Upon hearing this, many workers who were still able to stand up immediately summoned their courage and tremblingly carried the sacks to the position designated by Simmons Locke, then lowered their heads, came back with a stray cigarette, and continued to carry the next wave.

Simmons Rock took a few steps forward, stopped about two meters away from Spitz, and said, "There is not much food, 10,000 tons, this is already the limit."

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