The film man named Joel was about to let go, but Zhou Jinru held on and asked a question he didn't understand: "Joel, do you like playing golf?"
"I've heard of this noble sport but never tried it."
"Okay, it's okay."
Zhou Jinru let go of his hand, adjusted his clothes, and smiled softly: "I hope I won't dream about the little goblin tonight."
Seeing that a business deal was completed, Karl was delighted that he would have an extra amount of money in his pocket, and he also echoed: "Rosanne said during her nap that she had already seen the goblin, and was invited to a tea party. Haha, I didn't expect it. The story Mr. Fourth told is actually true!”
Joel also smiled: "It is said that goblins only invite children with pure hearts. Mr. Fourth, do you also have a child in your heart?"
"A man will remain a boy until he dies."
The bell struck seven times, and cheers came from the restaurant. It was obvious that the meal had begun, and there was no need for the three of them to stay here to enjoy themselves.
"What did Landlady Carl say?"
The old gentleman was handling a piece of veal steak with a knife and fork, the beard at the corner of his mouth trembling up and down, greedily sucking in the aroma of the meat juice.
Zhou Jinru told him about his upcoming change of rooms. The old man shook his head and said: "Karl is a greedy guy. Don't expect him to have any conscience and morality. Mr. Fourth, you have offended Huron, so you should be more careful."
From the old gentleman's words, it seemed that something happened in the apartment before Zhou Jinru came, which made the tenants think less of Karl. However, because of the turmoil in Londinium, they had no choice but to stay here.
"I will be careful. There is a wall to protect you from the wind and rain, and there is delicious food. It is much better than a swamp full of insects, snakes, mosquitoes and flies. My latest adventure was in the rainforest of Sargon, that place... …It’s hard to put into words.”
The old gentleman stopped his knife and fork, suddenly became interested in Zhou Jinru's description, and asked hurriedly: "Have you been to many places?"
"Of course, I'm an explorer."
"Can you tell me something?"
"Absolutely. I even want to write a book about my experiences, but the reality is that I prefer trekking in the wilderness than playing with words between pen and paper."
Zhou Jinru cut off a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, enjoying the tenderness of the veal steak and the aroma of the fat. The Victorians always make a fuss about fish and beef. No matter how monotonous it is, after a long time, it can become a flower. Carl’s wife is really good at her craftsmanship.
The old gentleman asked: "Have you ever wanted to give yourself a pen name?"
"Yes, his name is Thomas Sawyer. The main character is also named Thomas Sawyer. He is a young detective from Colombia, and he is paired up with the great Victorian explorer Alan Cotman, both young and old, to jointly explore the story."
"Okay, okay, please speak more slowly. This is a pretty good subject, very interesting, and it will definitely attract readers."
The other side.
William upheld the aristocratic tradition and handled the dinner meticulously. Joel, who was sitting next to him, frowned: "Just two words, and you believe that Mr. Fourth?"
"He has a royal token, I can't believe it."
"It's too risky, you should at least try it again."
William paused and slowly shook his head: "Joel, there is no time. We have no time. His Majesty the King is in urgent need of help. We can only unite all the companions who can unite, even if he has other intentions."
Joel was silent for two seconds: "It seems that you haven't been carried away by your inner desire."
"What about you, what good news do you have for me?"
"It's indeed good news. I contacted a monk on the way and she is willing to help, but we have to endure her arrogance. This is not an easy thing."
"Monk?"
"The famous Lateran monk from Langdon Abbey is a lady. Unexpectedly, it's not Sarkota, but Philin."
When William listened to his companion's narration, he suddenly remembered that his companion was not an ordinary person. He would take back whatever he said after suffering a loss, and he might not do anything extraordinary.
"Don't mess around!"
"I did not do anything."
Joel had just arrived, so he probably didn't have time to do anything. Thinking of this, William felt a little relieved and asked: "When will the monk arrive in Londinium?"
"today."
"So fast?"
"It's right here. She should be here. I said there would be a curfew at eight o'clock in the evening. It's now seven forty-five o'clock in the evening."
…
The time was approaching curfew, and Karl looked up at the sky. Not only was the temperature low at winter night, but there was also light rain, making the cold and wet even more unbearable. He planned to close the shop ten minutes early.
At this moment, a guest wearing a poncho came over in a hurry and stopped Carl from closing the door.
"Excuse me, are there any guest rooms here?"
The speaker was a young woman.
Through the light, Karl saw a pair of bright pupils. He swore he had never seen such beautiful eyes. By some strange coincidence, he let the lady in.
"Sorry ma'am, all my guest rooms are full."
Although reluctant, Carl declined.
The woman glanced at her watch: "There are still six minutes left before the curfew. It's too late for me to rush to the next hotel. Unless I go to the police station to spend the night, do you really have no guest rooms here? If there is a double room, it will be redundant. I can discuss it with the tenant about the bed space."
There were no double rooms, but they were all occupied, and the large rooms were all full. Karl was suddenly in trouble.
"Ma'am, there are really no extra beds. In fact, there is a gentleman who lives alone in a double room, but the bed is a double bed, which is definitely not suitable."
The female guest lifted up her poncho, revealing a head of short silver-white hair with a light green tint, and a pair of furry pointed ears on top of her head. She said calmly: "Please let me communicate with that gentleman. Maybe he will agree. I will just lay the floor." , it won’t cause any trouble.”
Karl was even more troubled. What was the reason that made the lady so anxious that she even dared to risk sharing a room with a strange man?
Having said that, is Mr. Fourth such an easy person to talk to?
He had just changed a room, and now he had to squeeze in a strange lady. He wouldn't agree to it at all, right?
Carl bravely walked into the restaurant, followed by the female guests.
At this time, Zhou Jinru was telling the story of his adventure to the old man opposite. During the intermission, the old man asked: "Mr. Fourth, are you alone and without a lover?"
"It's hard to say."
"So there is?"
Zhou Jinru nodded and sighed: "I do have someone I like."
"Then does she agree with you being an explorer?"
"I probably won't agree."
"Then you now..."
"I couldn't beat her, so I had to run."
