"What do you think is this? McGinway wine?" Not only Penis, everyone was stunned. Penis played with the cloth bag containing the bottle in his hand, and asked with a puzzled look: "Why do you think you gave it to us? I don't think you will have something to do with Phella."

"Master Feila? What does it have to do with Master Feila?" Matilda was also surprised, not understanding why everyone showed such strange attitudes. He asked in confusion: "I just heard you shouting outside, saying that you wanted to drink McGinway wine. When I was buried, my friends buried me a bottle. I don't like drinking, but I can't bear to give it to others. Of course, I didn't have the chance to give it to others, so I kept it by my side and treasured it. I almost forgot, but I suddenly remembered it when I heard you say something. It was about sixty years. I think that since it just met your requirements, I might as well give it to you. Remember that you have always been a master of wine tasting. It will never be wasted.

"Uh, that's interesting." Panis rubbed it down and said with a strange smile: "You said you don't like drinking? Do anyone else know?"

"Well, I don't touch a drop of wine, my friends know it." Although Matilda didn't understand the purpose of Penis's question, she answered truthfully: "Mr. Kyle, is there anything wrong?"

"Don't you find it strange? Since you never drink and never like wine, why do friends use wine and cherish it to bury you with wine?" Panis asked, "Do you still remember who is the friend who gave you this burial object?"

"Uh, Lord Kyle, you're making things difficult for me." Matilda said with a giggle and cry: "How could I know who prepared the funeral objects? I think no one in the world knows this kind of thing."

"That might be, what if someone is bored and pretends to be dead like an idiot, then sneaks up and peeks at the funeral." Pannis kicks Dilly, who pretends to be a lion, teases: "Did you think so, Dilly."

"Don't act like you haven't done this, idiot Kyle." Deere opened her mouth and bit her, but Penis had already withdrawn her legs in time, causing him to lose his mouth. The Scorpion-tailed Lion didn't care whether she bit her bit, shook her tail and said, "I'm so weird, how can you stand this idiot? It's been so long since you haven't beat him to death. This is a miracle."

"Uh, because he can't be beaten to death." Although Catherine's words were full of teasing, the way she looked at the girls and smiled at them gave people a feeling of happiness and joy: "We have tried many times in the past few years, but they all failed, so we had to give up in the end and continue to endure it, and we can also exercise our patience."

"I really sympathize with you." Dilly reluctantly climbed a few steps to the side, left the range where Penis could touch him, lay back on the ground, no longer staring at Matilda, closed his eyes and enjoyed the temperature of the bonfire.

"Sorry, I don't understand very much." Matilda asked hesitantly: "Who uses this bottle of wine to make me a funeral item? Is this important?"

"No, no, Madam Matilda, don't be nervous." Catherine pulled Matilda down and comforted in a low voice: "This is not important, but we were just guessing something. The timing of this bottle of wine appeared was too coincidental, which just confirmed some of our guesses."

"Is the timing a coincidence?" After hearing Catherine's explanation, Matilda felt even more inexplicable and asked blankly: "Since I regained my consciousness, this bottle of wine has been kept in my room, which should not be a coincidence."

"Well, that's for you, not for us." Panis shook his head, "For us, I shouted, I want to drink McGinway wine, so this bottle of wine appeared in front of me, especially after all the coincidences. This is a very interesting thing, hehe. Just like what I asked you just now, would you give others something they don't like to bury with? No, I won't."

"Uh, I definitely can't either." Matilda nodded and said, "I was puzzled by this, but I couldn't verify this kind of thing, so I just didn't think about it."

"Yeah, that's a good attitude." Panis nodded and said, "But have you ever thought that someone would put this bottle of wine in your coffin unknown at your funeral, hoping to lend it to me in decades?"

"How is it possible? This is too exaggerated." Matilda instinctively shouted, but immediately said sorry: "Sorry, Lord Kyle, I don't want to question you, I just think that some of what you said are, some of... "

"What do you think we are doing? Holding a combat meeting?" Panis shook his head helplessly and said, "What we are doing now is to chat together bored after dinner. The words they say are just irresponsible guesses. The fundamental purpose is actually to waste time, so it will bother me very much if you say sorry to me so seriously."

"Ah, sorry, Lord Kyle." After a few minutes of getting along, Matilda seemed to have returned to her immature mentality when she first met Panis more than a hundred years ago, and said at a loss: "No, I'm not going to apologize, sorry, ah, no, I apologize again."

"Calm down, calm down, Ms. Matilda." Catherine stopped Matilda who was trapped in the cycle with a laugh and cry, and comforted her: "It's just a guess. Just pretend you didn't hear what we said just now. Yes, forget those guesses."

"Uh, thank you, Miss Knight, you are as gentle as that adult." Matilda deliberately avoided Neri's name and smiled gratefully at Catherine and said, "I had persuaded you to give up your mission and leave here because I knew you could not change the final result, and I was worried that you would be hurt by our companions. When we knew that you were safe, we were all very happy."

"So we are very grateful for your kindness." Catherine held the hand of the ghoul Matilda and said with a smile: "But no matter what, we are still in a state of hostility. No matter how much you trust us, you must have your own purpose when you come out to meet us. Let's talk about your purpose first. This should be what you originally wanted to say."
Chapter completed!