Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 1079

Darren was speechless for a moment.

"Sir, I'm here to find the World Essence. It is vital to preserving the human race. Can you help me?" Darren repeated.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

The old man stared at Darren in utter confusion.

Darren explained the situation to the old man, but he still seemed to be at a loss.

"Sir, when did you come here?" Darren prodded.

"How should I know? It has been so long!"

"Sir, you really don't know who the witcher ancestor or Hiram the Great is?" The old man scratched his head.

"Well... I know about Hiram the Great. He is buried there. But I have never seen him in person! Which dynasty is it now? Was Hiram the Great really an emperor?" the old man asked.

Darren's mouth hung open.

He was completely speechless. He probed the old man with his spiritual sense and could not find anything threatening about him. The old man was weak and it seemed that he had no cultivation base at all.

'Is he really just an ordinary old man?' Darren wondered. Darren could not believe what was happening.

"Maybe he is wary of me. I shouldn't push him too hard. I should try to get on with him for a while," Darren murmured to himself.

"Alright! I won't press any longer. But didn't you just say that you wanted to have a drink? Why don't we drink together right now?" Darren offered with a smile.

"Really?" The old man smiled happily. "Is it the sweet smelling wine you poured out a while ago?"

"Of course. It's the first time we met. Only good wine can express how great it is to have met you!"

"Oh! That is fantastic! I haven't tasted good wine in years. I'm so lucky today! I caught a big fish today. I'll cook and prepare it for you, and you bring the drink. It's a feast! Ha!"

The old man was as giddy as a child.

"Come with me. Let's go home and cook,"

the old man said, leading Darren away from the lake.

He brought Darren to a thatched hut, which was made up of superior spiritual herbs. The herbs seemed to be too extravagant, even for grand warriors.

When they got home, the old man got to work. He started to wash the pots, make a fire, and cook the fish.

Darren's stomach growled at the pleasant aroma of roasting fish.

"This fish smells delicious, sir," Darren said, walking over.

"Of course. I don't have anything else to do and I can make the best flavorings with all kinds of herbs here. I think my cooking skills are the best in the world." The old man gave him a big grin.

After a while, the big fish was ready. The old man placed it on the table. Darren took out some wine and filled the old man's glass.

"Smells so good!"

Darren and the old man exclaimed in unison. The old man was excited for the wine. Darren was excited for the fish.

"Don't be shy. Go on!"

Darren nodded and took a bite. The fish was exquisite! Its flavors swirled around his mouth, each bite a taste of heaven.

"You are the God of cooking, sir! The fish is really delicious!" Darren couldn't help but sigh.

"Ha! Eat as much as you like. Now, may I start on the wine?"

"Please, sir."

The old man raised the glass and took a sip. He breathed in the wine's vapors and gave a soft sigh.

"Good..."

Before the old man could say "wine," he crashed to the floor with a loud thud. His face was slightly red.

Darren was stunned for a while.

"What? Are you drunk?"