"Go and have a look around..."
Duke glanced at his disciple Bernard, and was about to send him back to the night market to buy a few cups of black tea. Then he thought about the recent unrest in the world, and changed his words:
"Forget it, go and ask someone above who has black tea, especially Mr. Vincent. He should have a lot of high-quality tea in his office drawer. Please cook it in the kitchen."
How could the officers in charge of CID, and indeed Scotland Yard as a whole, not treasure the finest tea?
If I remember correctly, I saw a cup of tea on the old man's desk not long ago.
"By the way, remember to add a little more lemon juice."
At this time, Giant Wade Lowe made a request.
Hearing this, Bernard hummed to express that he heard it, and then left without looking back. He felt that among the people who stayed here, he was the purest and simplest one.
As for Mr. Duke, judging from his indifferent look, he is probably more terrifying than a giant. He can easily manipulate the other person. Otherwise, he would just sit next to him and ask what he wants to taste.
Seeing Bernard's hurried steps, Duke felt helpless. It seemed that he had to teach his disciples some self-defense skills, but heraldry was extremely complicated. If it hadn't been for the headmaster's enlightenment, it would have been difficult for him to fully master it.
"What are you sighing for?"
The functions of the giant's left and right ears were intact. Although he couldn't see it with his eyes, he could guess that there was something on Duke's mind.
"He is too fragile. In this weird world, it is difficult to escape danger once something unexpected happens." Duke said helplessly, "I have to find a way to make this guy strong so that he can inherit my mantle."
Two encounters.
For the first time, there was a relationship between master and disciple.
The second unexpected reunion, the natural closeness made the two quickly become familiar with each other.
Because of this, Duke wants to lead his beloved disciples in this world to embark on a transcendent path. He does not seek to have a fresh and exciting life, but only hopes that he can have the power to protect himself and live well.
Unfortunately, there was only one Dragon Vein Warlock serum, and he did not prepare in advance to get a batch of potions that could make people heal quickly.
"I can feel that this city is full of careerists and the situation is more complicated than it was two hundred years ago."
Wade Rowe rubbed his head, and there was a bare patch on it. This was the work of Duke and Bernard. In order to study special materials, the two collected tiny substances such as giant hair, nails, and skin flakes.
"Two hundred years ago?"
Duke said in a casual tone: "It seems that the Bill of Rights was enacted at that time, confirming the constitutional monarchy."
There was such a thing mentioned in the history of junior high school. No matter how bad he was, he would never forget it.
Wade Lowe shook his head and said he had never heard of such a thing.
"I have met the old emperor, attended the funeral of Lord Protector Cromwell, witnessed the Great Fire of London, and witnessed the infighting between various political parties."
"At that time, the entire country was in the grip of internal and external troubles, and the situation was particularly terrifying."
Having said this, Wade Rowe stared at Duke again with his bloody eyes.
In fact, it is polite to look at the other person when speaking, but he really didn't look like he was flattering. Fortunately, Duke was used to big scenes. Otherwise, if someone else was sitting here, he would either be trembling with fear or his heartbeat could not help but accelerate. ——
Except for those who are mentally ill, they normally feel scared rather than excited.
"What now?"
Duke followed his lead and asked.
"There are more." Wade Rowe said in a low voice with a face as deep as water: "The oppressed hungry people and workers, unfortunate women and children, careerists, and greedy factory owners."
"So which category do you think I should be classified into?"
Duke asked again.
Since he knew that the other party was really not afraid of death, his attitude and conversation style also changed accordingly.
There was no other way, I really couldn't catch the opponent's weakness, so I had no choice but to do this. Fortunately, Wade Lowe was not a big villain and his attitude was very gentle.
so……
Why were such "rebellious" and "vulgar" songs sung that night?
Frankly speaking, the content inside does not match his current personality and appearance at all. Combined with the tiny obstruction removed from Wade Lowe's head, it is not difficult to deduce:
He must have been in a state of confusion on the night he attacked the Queen.
"A conspirator who prefers justice."
Wade Rowe thought carefully for a moment and gave an answer that sounded very contradictory. At the same time, he gave an explanation: "You are very similar to those who dug me out, as if to make the already complicated situation more complicated." unpredictable."
Actor?
Duke thought to himself, and sure enough, he guessed right. Someone used an ability that was in line with the characteristics of the times but had never appeared before, to dig the dead man out of the grave and give him new life and strange powers.
"From your tone, do you think you are willing to actively cooperate with them?"
"certainly."
If Giant Wade Lowe had eyes, he would be conveying legitimate emotions.
"It was indeed those people who gave me new life, but after I woke up, my weak body was immediately nourished by the spiritual tide."
"Because the evolution is so fast, they can't control me at all."
Wade Lowe is frighteningly candid on issues that don't touch some taboo territory.
"Then those things in your head..."
Duke became even more confused and couldn't help but ask: "How did it come about?"
"They convinced me that they wanted to use this body to attack the Queen. No one would be naive enough to think that this would succeed."
"I just want to use this to warn her not to dwell on the sorrow of the past. It's time to return to this city and actively take on responsibilities so that ordinary citizens can have enough food and clothing."
When he finished speaking, Duke was full of surprise. It was only after he figured out the cause and effect that he couldn't figure out that there was such a strange giant in the world:
Because he died once and was not afraid of death, he was dug up from the grave by a group of cosplayers. He had the ability to break free, but he believed in them and took the initiative to accept their control, hoping to use his own death to give the queen a special warning.
The purpose of those actors was even simpler. They did not expect to kill Queen Victoria, they were just trying to cause trouble. As a result, they unexpectedly met a giant with pure thoughts.
In this way, the two aspects hit it off.
"Are all people from two hundred years ago so simple?"
Duke wanted to complain, but he held it back. The giant in front of him was actually only about twenty years old. It was understandable that he was simple.
Beside him, Wade Lowe was silent.
After a long time, he said in a deep voice:
"There is no need to interfere too much with an alien who should be buried deep underground."
"Why don't you just kill me? The memory of that group of people is not in my mind at all. It's useless to ask."
"However, before falling asleep, please let me drink a cup of black tea. Afterwards, bury me back to the original place and seal it with something stronger."
"I don't want to be bothered anymore."
