When another jar of fruit wine was poured into Mike's mouth, he could not even speak clearly anymore.

His entire body swayed and he struggled to sit properly.

All the Centaurs looked at Mike worriedly. Only Timus nodded his head in satisfaction.

"Hmm, it should be enough after drinking so much.

"As long as you are drunk, all your worries will be gone when you wake up the next day!"

The Centaurs looked at the confident Timus with a puzzled expression.

Was this really effective?

Why did it feel as if Lord F*ck was about to die...

Now, Mike's face was extremely pale, and he could not even open his eyes.

Richards Gerald secretly arranged for a few Centaurs to prepare some herbs, just in case.

Just as the Centaurs were worried sick, Mike fell onto the bed with a bang, snoring like thunder.

Seeing this scene, the Centaurs looked at each other.

Was this alright?

Timus put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha, don't worry, don't worry. Teacher will be fine when he wakes up tomorrow. Disperse, disperse."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Centaurs did not leave yet. Timus saw the two weapons beside Mike's bed out of the corner of his eye.

According to Timus's personality, he did not care about weapons other than the greatsword. The other weapons were light to touch which made him very displeased.

However, this time, Timus revealed an interested expression.

Because he saw an umbrella.

"What's this?"

Timus walked over with a curious expression and picked up the umbrella.

The Centaurs were all stunned.

"Timus, is it really okay for you to touch Lord F*ck's things like this?"

"Lord F*ck? What an interesting name," Timus muttered casually, ignoring the main point of this sentence.

He looked at the umbrella in his hand, his face full of curiosity.

His teacher was clearly a sword expert. Why would he bring an umbrella?

If it was someone else who brought an ordinary umbrella, it would not be strange.

However, this umbrella was different.

Even the person who did not know how to fight could tell at a glance that this was a very unusual umbrella.

The tip of the umbrella gave off a very sharp feeling. The skeleton of the umbrella was also very hard. The skeleton of the umbrella that extended out to the umbrella's surface also looked very sharp.

Timus immediately determined that this was definitely a weapon.

However, when he opened the Umbrella of Meredith, he discovered that this weapon looked like a shield.

Moreover, using the umbrella as a shield was much bigger than a normal shield.

Timus seemed to have opened the door to a new world. He immediately played with the umbrella and looked at it over and over again.

"That... Timus... This is Lord F*ck's weapon, right? Quickly put it back, he will be angry if he finds out."

Timus waved his hand.

"Don't worry, I'll put it back after playing with it for a bit.

"Although this umbrella looks very unusual, I'm not used to using it.

"I'm still more used to using a heavy weapon like a greatsword."

As soon as he said this, the Umbrella of Meredith in Timus's hand suddenly began to glow.

Everyone present was slightly shocked.

Did he cause trouble?

However, in the next second, the glowing Umbrella of Meredith suddenly began to change its shape.

In just a second, the umbrella became a huge sword.

At this moment, everyone was so shocked that they were speechless.

Including Timus.

His eyes widened as he looked at the huge double-edged sword of Meredith in his hand, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

It was too magical...

This umbrella was too magical!

It had actually turned into a greatsword!

Timus's eyes shone with excitement.

When the Centaurs saw this gaze, they became even more worried.

"Timus... you said that you would put it back after playing for a while."

They could see that Timus liked this greatsword very much.

Timus nodded, patted his chest, and said,

"Don't worry, I'll return it after playing for a while."

With that, he carried the huge sword and left.

Richards Gerald looked at Timus's back and asked loudly,

"How long will you be playing with it?"

"I'll play with it for half a year first!"

Timus waved his hand and quickly left the Centaur tribe.

This time, all the Centaurs did not know what to do.

They felt that Timus's behavior was definitely wrong, but they did not know what to do.

Should they stop him?

However, Timus was Lord F*ck's student, and it did not seem like an outsider's business to interfere in master-disciple matters.

Nevertheless, if they did not stop him, what if Lord F*ck woke up and got angry?

The Centaurs thought for a long time with complicated feelings, but in the end, they still did not know if they should stop him.

In the end, just as Timus was about to disappear from their sight, Richards Gerald asked again,

"What if Lord F*ck wants to look for you?"

Timus turned his head and revealed a bright smile. He waved his hand and said,

"I'll wait for him in the Violet Valley!"

After saying that, he really left.

This time, the Centaurs had nothing to say.

He had already left his whereabouts. If he left, so be it.

When Lord F*ck woke up, he would tell him that Timus was in Violet Valley. This could be considered a solution.

Now that he had already left, there was nothing more to say.

They should do what they needed to.

With that, the Centaurs dispersed and left to do their own things.

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.

It was already very late.

Richards Gerald, who was guarding outside Mike's room, was already very sleepy. He stood there and almost fell asleep.

Suddenly, he vaguely heard Mike's voice coming from the room.

"Water... water..."

Richards Gerald shuddered and immediately woke up.

He crouched outside the door and listened carefully.

"Water... water..."

It was indeed Lord F*ck talking!

He immediately ran out, got water from his house, and opened Mike's door.

After a bag of water was poured into Mike's mouth, Mike looked much better.

He sat up with difficulty, looked at Richards Gerald, and whispered a thank you.

He did not remember what had happened during the day. He only vaguely remembered hearing Timus's voice.

He could not remember anything else.

Mike felt a little headache and instinctively rubbed his head a few times.

At this moment, he saw the Sword of the King from the corner of his eye.

To be precise, he only saw the Sword of the King.

At this moment, he had completely sobered up, and the alcohol had fully subsided.

"Where's my umbrella?!"

Mike asked subconsciously.

Richards Gerald, who was standing at the side, finally spoke.

"It was taken by Timus."

"What?" Mike was completely dumbfounded.

Timus really came back today?! Moreover, he even took his umbrella?!

"Where is he?!"

"Violet Valley..." Richards Gerald answered nervously.

When he got the answer, Mike grabbed the Sword of the King and rushed out.

"F*ck!"