"I thought you would take me to the Knights' cafeteria." Lan
"I assume you'd rather go to a local restaurant."
"For what reason?"
"Your character."
This is an argument that is hard to find fault with. Gongsun Ce couldn't find a reason to argue, so he simply turned his head to the side.
The afternoon sun is slightly weaker, shining on the unmelted snow on the roadside. People in the inner city are walking around wearing scarves and coats. The heels of their leather shoes and boots tap on the road. The sound is powerful but not impatient, just like this urban area. Just as elegant and dignified.
The time now is 3:30 in the afternoon, the lunch market in most restaurants has ended, and the evening market has not yet started. Fortunately, the capital is very large, and for locals who are familiar with the environment, there is always a place to eat. The restaurant that Alandia brought him to was not far from the Knights' headquarters and was open all day on weekdays. Gongsun Ce glanced at the small menu with only common Chinese characters and felt quite uncomfortable.
"Don't all the menus in this place have pictures..." Gongsun Ce muttered, "What is Sunday Roast? Sunday Roast Set?"
"A traditional dish of the kingdom, sliced roast meat, roasted potatoes, seasonal vegetables and York pudding." Alandia explained.
"Sounds pretty good. I thought the only food in the kingdom was fish and chips."
"It's a common stereotype."
Is this really a stereotype? There are so many restaurants in Cangdu, but few of them feature authentic Kingdom cuisine. Most of the Western food restaurants serve pizza and burgers, which are all from Hezhong.
Gongsun Ce called the waiter and said, "Bring a piece of this barbecue."
"Thank you." The young man wrote quickly with a pen, "What about you, madam?"
The Dawn Knight handed back the menu: "One order of fried fish, and the chips are replaced with salad."
Gongsun Ce just took a sip of lemonade, coughed violently after hearing this, and hammered his chest hard with his hand. The waiter asked worriedly: "Are you okay, sir?" He waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, finally breathed, and said with a glare: "You eat this?!"
Alandia blinked: "Yes."
"Holy shit, miss, can you be more dignified?! Is it appropriate for you, your status, and your aura to be so... civilian-like?!"
"You may have misunderstood, Mr. Gongsun. I am not a noble."
"do not you?"
The beautiful filter in Gongsun Ce's heart suddenly shattered. He had always thought that Airandia's elegant demeanor and high strength must come from a great family. When introducing herself, she introduced herself with a bunch of messy titles, the kind that would lead to seven or eight servants waiting for her. If you think about it carefully, it seems unreasonable for a detective who walks the streets every day to say that he is from a noble family. But miss, with your appearance and aura, eating fried fish is really... a waste of resources...
Gongsun Ce raised his hand and said feebly: "Help me replace the barbecue with fish and chips, thank you."
The waiter looked at him with a rather strange look, took down the order and left.
Gongsun Ce lay facelessly on the table, looking at the lady opposite him with a look full of resentment. Alandia asked the waiter for a newspaper. At first the newspaper blocked his view, revealing only a brown deerstalker hat.
"...Let me say, Airlandia." Gongsun Ce had nothing to say, "You should be quite famous in the capital, right, but we haven't seen anyone asking for your autograph for so long since we came out."
"I'm wearing a hat."
Well, it seems that your hat is also a telepathic weapon. Once you put it on, it will be like Superman wearing glasses, and no one will recognize it. Do you usually have people say hello to you when you go out? Hey Alandia, what a coincidence. Not only do you look so similar to Dawn Knight, your name is exactly the same as hers.
The Dawn Knight didn't seem to want to chat. Gongsun Ce boredly imagined the scene of Alandia taking off her hat and everyone bowing down in shock, until the waiter brought their lunch.
"I'm sorry..." Lan
"You can try a more elegant interjection, Mr. Gongsun."
"King Morton's mother."
"More refined, not vulgar."
The thing on the plate really exceeded Gongsun Ce's expectation. The fried fish in his impression were pieces of fried saury or small strips of fried yellow flowers, but those cute little fish can be described as beautiful compared to this thing: the two The large fish sticks are as wide as steaks and are tightly wrapped in thick golden noodle, with fresh oil reflecting on the surface. The visual impact was as big as two sledgehammers hitting his brain, which made him feel awe and wanted to stuff this thing into his big brother's mouth and run away.
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Next to the fried fish was a pile of freshly baked thick fries. Gongsun Cegan ate two of them with his eyes wide open, comforting himself that at least the fries tasted normal. With the courage to challenge the world's highest peak, he picked up a knife and fork, cut the fish into a small piece, squeezed some lemon juice, dipped it in white tartar sauce and put it into his mouth.
"Wow……"
The most intuitive first impression is that it is greasy. The thick noodles intensify the unique flavor of this dish to a considerable extent. The fish meat is soft and tender, but it is almost tasteless. The entire dish is seasoned entirely with sauce and lemon, which is a difficult challenge even for Gongsun Ce's well-traveled stomach. He held the fork in his mouth and said in agony: "If I committed a crime, God should kill me with a thunderbolt instead of letting me eat this."
"This is your choice, Mr. Gongsun." Alandia reminded.
"I know!" Gongsun Ce gritted his teeth as he prepared this big dish, "I really don't understand why you like this..."
"It is not difficult to find that most people in the Kingdom and the United States will not like your hometown cuisine. Aesthetics are always formed by personal experience, and habit is the best seasoning in the world."
Gongsun Ce ate half of it with a grimace, and sadly found that he was getting used to the taste. He inadvertently raised his head and found Alandia looking at him, with a rare look in his eyes that was different from usual.
"What's wrong?"
"I used to come to this restaurant with Jane," Airandia said, "and sit in this seat."
Gongsun Ce glared: "Do you know what is the most unappetizing topic for young men and women when they go out to eat?"
"have no idea."
"As for who the other person has been here with before." Gongsun Ce said with a sneer, "It will make people feel like they have become a substitute, a cheap meal replacement."
"That's it." Dawn Knight nodded, "She never ordered fried fish because she didn't like the time when she was poor."
Gongsun Ce lamented: "Holy shit, I said it so plainly and you still say it?"
"But you changed your mind midway through. So I'm curious why you did this."
Alandia was serious when she said this, just as serious as she was looking for evidence at the murder scene. He was a little surprised at first, thinking that such a trivial matter was not worthy of her concentration. Then when he thought about it, he realized that this woman seemed to have had this attitude since they met. She is equally serious with friends and foes, and has a face both at work and in life. She is as straightforward as a machine and says whatever comes to mind.
"Just, it's nothing." Gongsun Ce waved his fork, "I saw you ordered it and I was very curious to try it... I want to eat the same thing as you, that's all."
"Why?" Alandia said confused.
Gongsun Ce suddenly became embarrassed. What else could he say? He can't say, Miss Knight, I really admire you, and I want to get closer to you. Maybe I can have some chance to establish some friendship or relationship in the future... But in that case, the trust that was so hard to build will probably take a long time. If it fails, Airandia might be disgusted and subcontract this task to Yulia...
"Why, there is no reason! I'm curious!" He stuffed a large piece of fried fish into his mouth and hurriedly changed the subject, "By the way, how did you suddenly think of a method for that eucalyptus in the morning? I I had no clue at the time.”
The topic of this case seems to have been chosen correctly, and it can attract the attention of the Dawn Knight more than a little boy's little thoughts. She gave an unclear reply: "Observe."
"ah?"
"Details are obtained through observation, and conclusions are drawn through details." Airandia scratched lightly on the dining table. "The slash marks indicate that the viscount may be left-handed, but the viscount we saw is right-handed. This This gave me initial suspicion. His performance in various aspects also contradicted his identity."
Gongsun Ce raised his face and used to argue: "I think he acted very well. Those words sound like an aristocrat." Lan
"His body is slightly leaning forward, and he should often work in bed; his gaze is habitually downward, and he is not as domineering as he looks; his hands are not calloused, but his movements are like holding a pen all year round. These are all details worth thinking about. "
Gongsun Ce was stunned. He noticed none of this, only the left-hander.
"This is all hindsight." The young man said unconvinced, "In fact, it is simply impossible to determine a person's identity by just observing."
"I don't think so." Alandia shook her head, "What do you think of the previous waiter?"
"Just a waiter."
Alandia pointed at the brim of her hat with her finger: "He is studying at the Royal Academy of Arts, most likely a freshman. He may be in the music department, at least he likes music."
Gongsun Ce raised his hand to say hello without saying anything, and the waiter walked over quickly. He concentrated his attention and vaguely heard the waiter humming. Lan
"How can I help you, sir?" The waiter smiled broadly.
"Add a portion of this fruit soufflé." Gongsun Ce asked, pretending to mention it casually, "By the way, man, are you from the Wang Art Academy? A freshman?"
The waiter was a little surprised: "Yes, music department...are you our young alumnus?"
"Oh no, I think I met you last time I passed by your school gate." Gongsun Ce smiled.
The waiter hummed a song and walked away. Gongsun Ce held it in for a while and said, "...I noticed the song, what about the others?"
Alandia pointed out the details: "His shoes are obviously new. They have the school badge and initials on the side. They are benefits given by the student association to new students."
"I'm convinced." Gongsun Ce said sincerely, "You are really amazing, Airlandia." Lan
"This is not difficult, as long as you are good at observation. Mr. Gongsun, your observation skills are already keen, and you can do the same thing."
"What you said makes me want to try it." Gongsun Ce was eager to give it a try. "Why don't you try...that guest over there? I guess he is an engineer."
"Electrical Engineer."
"Huh? Ah, the mark on the work clothes..."
"Watch the tote, he has at least two kids."
"Baby toys and student notebooks...makes sense..."
When the dessert ordered by Gongsun Ce was served, they had already guessed the few customers in the store. They then turned their gaze out the window and looked at the pedestrians on the street, guessing their social status and true identity based on the short time they passed by the store. Lan
They ate fish and chips and talked about clothes, about hairstyles, about the remnants of collars or cuffs. The conversation speed unknowingly accelerated, and their interest was aroused. Gongsun Ce was fascinated by the conversation, and he never tired of playing the mind games again and again. The characters that only existed in the conversations shuttled back and forth in his mind, and he really learned some useful skills.
After a long time, Gongsun Ce still remembered this afternoon and the conversation at the dinner table. Those observation skills have never been forgotten by him and have long been engraved in his heart, but he can't remember who they guessed or what they said specifically. He only remembered the warmth of the sun that afternoon, the soothing music playing in the restaurant, and the sparkle in Airandia's gray eyes. Her lips opened and closed, uttering words that impressed him. She didn't do anything special, but she looked so beautiful.
There was a faint smile hidden at the corner of her mouth, so bland that it seemed like an illusion.
The distance between them seemed really close. But at that time, he only felt sincerely happy during the conversation, but had long forgotten his original purpose.
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Headquarters of the Knights, Mind Arms Workshop.
While Gongsun Ce was chatting with Alandia, another superpower was having a passionate exchange with the uncles. Lan
"Mr. Mo is really a young talent!" "A genius-like idea!" "Will you consider establishing a long-term cooperative relationship when you return to the Sky City in the future?" "Yes, yes, we can force Gaffrey to allocate funds to you." You recruited them first while going to our Mage Academy!"
"Everyone is so impressed, everyone is so impressed." Mo Yuankai repeatedly handed over his hand. Apart from him, there were a group of muscular men in turbans and old mage men holding big wooden sticks in the room. Their shining eyes and seductive tone made him feel strangely familiar in a foreign land. When he heard someone suggest It was only when I added a self-splitting module to the armor that I suddenly realized that the temperament was exactly the same as the white coat of the Sky City.
Do you all have this mindset when doing scientific research? There won’t be any of your fellow disciples in those white coats!
"Tomorrow I will try to see if the barrier central module can react. If it succeeds, the feasibility of the plan should be verified. That's it for now. Goodbye, everyone!"
Mo Yuankai quickly escaped from the sweat-smelling room and wiped the sweat from his head. Knight Raquel happened to be passing by and looked at him with such grateful eyes. Mo Yuankai was so scared that he waved his hands repeatedly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I'm almost here. Where did Miss Orianna go?"
"Knight Orianna is practicing her sword, Mr. Mo." Rakel looked worried.
Mo Yuankai thought of the heavy sword wrapped heavily in bloody cloth, and then thought of the myth he heard on the plane. Lan
"The holy sword that repels the dragon?"
"Yes, it is extremely powerful and therefore very dangerous. Only the kindest and purest knights are qualified to wield the Final Sword..." Raquel led him towards the training ground, "But even so, it will It’s also very difficult to apply.”
They arrived at Orianna's dedicated training ground. The wide venue is surrounded by completely transparent materials, like a cage in a zoo. A dozen fully armed knights were waiting outside the transparent wall. A complex array of magic circles was carved on the ground of the duel field. Knight Orianna, wearing heavy armor and holding a giant sword, stood on one side of the field. The bloody cloth sealing of the sword has been removed, revealing a silver-white shiny blade, which is as sacred as the weapon of King Morton in the myth.
A man wearing a dark blue military uniform stood opposite Orianna, with a cold face and a stabbing sword in his hand. He put one hand behind his back and shouted: "Please, Seventh Knight!"
"yes!"
Orianna held the sword in both hands and slashed at the man in military uniform. Her movements were impeccable, exuding a sense of skill that had been tempered over time, but the sword itself reacted abnormally. A black light flashed like a shadow in the center of the giant sword, piercing Orianna's hands.
She wasn't even able to actually attack. The giant sword came out on the way, and the strong repulsive force knocked the seventh knight into the air, like a bird that was unfortunately hit by lightning. Lan
"She is a person who loves peace from the bottom of her heart." Rakel sighed, "But the sword is a murderous weapon."
The man in military uniform put down his rapier and sighed silently. Orianna fell to the ground and stood up with her hands on the ground. She did not notice the arrival of the onlookers, her mind completely focused on the sword. She picked up the giant sword and took a stance. She tried again, failed again, tried again.
Like a bird with broken wings, it still yearns for the sky and never gives up.
