Name/codename: Zhou.
Identity: valet.
Zhou Jinru stared at the information refreshed on his ID card, his eyebrows furrowed. He had become a valet before the official plot began. Could it be that the identities of all the participants were randomly refreshed?
"What are you looking at?"
Wei Na took the ID card from Zhou Jinru's hand and took out her own. As a result, her personal information was not refreshed, and the same was true for other operators. So far, it was still blank.
Breeze wondered: "Why is it a valet? Does the doctor look like a valet?"
Lapland, who was dealing with a grilled fish, said without raising his head: "When the doctor was in Rhode Island, he was no different from the valet. He did all the work that the valet did, and he also did the work that the valet didn't do. If you want to do it, they are all wage earners anyway.”
"Eat your grilled fish."
Texas, who was sitting next to her, reached out and stuffed the whole grilled fish into her mouth, and there was a grunting sound of struggling.
Zhou Jinru sat there and recalled carefully. He didn't play games before time travel. Every day he went online to earn Longmen Coins and materials, and he mastered one operator after another. Isn't that just like a wage earner...
But you are all my wives. For the sake of your wife, can you call me a wage earner?
His silent cry from the bottom of his heart.
Breeze next to her understood this, held Zhou Jinru's hand tightly, and said in an emotional voice:
"Promise me to be kinder to myself in the future and stop working so hard."
Zhou Jinru's face collapsed on the spot. You were clearly saying, "Promise me, you won't be a wage earner anymore."
No, he couldn't stand this anger. He spread out his arms, hugged Angel with his left hand, and hugged Vina with his right hand. He looked around: "Have you ever seen such a male servant?"
"Leader, you are too deep into the drama."
The capable angel grabbed a piece of apple pie and stuffed it into his mouth without breaking free from his arm.
Baisong, who was sitting aside, was helping the emperor peel a saltwater shrimp when he heard the emperor leisurely say: "It's good to be young and energetic."
After dinner, the operators who had gone through a long journey were finally able to have a good sleep. They said goodbye and went back to rest.
Zhou Jinru was assigned to a single suite. Looking at the single bed in the simple bedroom, he couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. After taking off his coat, he lay on the bed wearing a thin shirt, holding the ID card in his hand. Looking back and forth, there was nothing else displayed except the valet's information.
Soon, sleepiness came over him, he pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.
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We are hungry.
We are cold.
We wander in the dark.
The machines work all night long, and the choking smoke pollutes the entire city.
We don’t have a home, this city is our home.
We don’t have any relatives, we are each other’s relatives.
A chorus of childish voices floated into Zhou Jinru's ears. He looked a little dazed, wondering if he was sleeping. Why...
At this time, the midnight bell struck twelve times, a silk-like night covered the earth, and the wanton mist gradually obscured the bright moon in the sky. A frightened crow screamed, flapped its wings, crossed the sky, and disappeared into the sky. In the night.
"All participants please follow the acting rules."
"You are not allowed to tell others your true identity. Violators will be kicked out of the plot."
"You are not allowed to act beyond your own status in the sitcom, and you will be responsible for the consequences."
"You are not allowed to intentionally harm others. Offenders will be punished by the Londinium Gendarmerie."
"This play is dedicated to those heroes who sacrificed their lives for freedom."
"Act One: Oliver Twist."
Zhou Jinru read the information displayed on the ID card, and the floating characters gradually disappeared. His eyes lit up, red lights shone on his face, and chaotic noises came from his ears.
He lowered his head and saw that the clothes on his body had changed into the attire of a male servant at some point. There was a riding whip hanging around his waist, and he was standing next to a box carriage, waiting for the arrival of his master.
"So this is the manservant?"
He bent down to pick up a black soft hat that fell on the ground, and pressed down his gray hair. He found that he was in a very busy market. There were several boxcars of similar shapes parked in the parking area at the intersection.
Even at night, the city is still lit up with lights. There are electric lamp posts on both sides of the wide road, and there is a light source every ten meters. What makes Zhou Jinru curious is that there is a track set up in the middle of the road, which seems to be It is an exclusive path for a certain type of transportation.
"What are you looking at, my friend."
Suddenly, a man's gentle voice came from behind him. Zhou Jinru sounded familiar. He turned around and saw that his male master was standing beside the carriage.
It was a man wearing a black silk top hat, with a bit of silver-white hair peeking out from the edge of the hat. A pair of pointed ears protruded from the holes in the top hat. He was wearing a long black dress, a white shirt with a white collar, and a dark red tie. He held a silver-encrusted cane in one hand and a leather briefcase in the other.
Shiva Ash.
Zhou Jinru took a breath of cold air. He never expected that it would start like this, and he would become Yin Hui's manservant.
Mr. Shivaash seemed to have some health problems. He coughed slightly and asked, "How long do we have to stand here?"
Zhou Jinru came back to his senses, and relevant lines appeared in front of his eyes: "Yes, the fog in Londinium has a very bad impact on your health. We should not stand outside for too long."
"It's time for us to go home."
Shivaash stepped on the movable running board, climbed into the carriage, and sat inside, with a thick curtain covering the door.
Zhou Jinru started to drive the carriage without a teacher. The drama came to an end for the time being. His eyes kept turning on everything he could see. Everything looked normal and there was nothing strange about it.
If this is really a drama, who is the real protagonist?
That Miss Isabella, where is she?
He thought quietly, and when the carriage passed through the driveway of the city garden, the weak voice of the male host came from the thick curtain behind him: "Go to the Quiet Church, I forgot to have an appointment with Father Albert tonight, I hope Don’t keep him waiting too long.”
"Sir, your body..."
"go Go."
Zhou Jinru held the reins and whipped the two strong horses, urging them to speed up.
The night became darker and darker, and the sound of the carriage's wheels running over the road became clearer. Soon, they arrived at their destination, the quiet church that Shivaash said.
There was no one in front of the solemn and solemn church. Only the silver moonlight shone on the horses, carriages and drivers, and their reflections merged with the shadow of the church.
"Sir, we are here."
