On the evening of September 21, 1102.
It was a sunny day, a nice sunny day.
After the continuous rain, the sun shines through the clouds and shines on the earth. Even though the water vapor is still heavy, people's mood becomes lighter with this ray of sunshine.
Every time Victoria Londinium patrol officers pass by 211B Baker Street, they will lament that this is a house in a downtown area but with a lot of people at the door.
There is a mistress in this house, but no one knows who the mistress is, and no one knows that she has any interpersonal relationships. This is rare in Londinium, where land is scarce.
There have been people who have tried to find out the secrets, but these people were taken away for questioning by Her Majesty's Guards. From then on, they kept secrets and never talked about their past experiences in front of others.
Today, there is also a reckless guy standing in front of the iron gate of 211B.
This is a tall and thin man. He is wearing an old black coat and a bowler hat. He is holding a bouquet of flowers with water droplets in his hand. The appearance is not very good-looking, and there seems to be a lot of mud on the stems. , I don’t know where it came from.
According to the patrol's past experience, the visitor would be turned away by the hostess, and the guards would arrive on the scene within five minutes to end the farce.
Among these people were two artists, three counts, and a grand duke.
So he planned to buy a cup of coffee on the side of the road, enjoy the comedy, and then continue his work today.
"Look, this guy will be taken away soon. There are always some fools who think they can knock on the hostess's door."
The patrolman was holding coffee with a sneer on his lips.
The man pressed the doorbell and looked back and forth uneasily. You can imagine the anxiety in his heart.
But the ending is doomed, isn't it?
The patrolman was drinking coffee and admiring it out of the corner of his eye, but in an instant, his eyes widened, his breathing became rapid, he choked on the coffee, and spit out all the coffee in his mouth!
This, how is this possible? !
impossible!
It must be his imagination!
211B The iron door that had always been closed to guests was opened!
The man standing at the door actually hesitated for two seconds and walked into the iron door!
The queen is on top!
This is the first time in three years!
The patrolman's eyes were fixed on the man walking towards the front door of the house. His strong curiosity drove him to follow quickly to see what was going on, but he was blocked by the iron door.
The main door opened, leaving only a gap. The man pushed the door open and entered. With the sound of the door closing, it also stimulated the patrolman's greatest curiosity.
who is he?
Why did the hostess open the door to him?
This news is destined to turn into a storm and sweep through all social circles in Londinium!
…
The man opened the door, and the faint fragrance wafted into the room. He recognized it as a specially prepared incense. He had used it a long time ago, and the effect was good.
The hostess was only wearing a thin rabbit pajamas and walked to the freezer on slippers. Familiar cold voices came one after another: "What do you want to drink?"
"a cup of coffee……"
"No sugar, I remember, you don't like sweet things."
Before the man finished speaking, the hostess spoke for him, which made him extremely ashamed and stood there, even more helpless.
Not long after, the hostess turned around with the coffee, only to find that the man was still motionless. She couldn't help but wonder: "Is this place strange?"
"I should change my clothes before coming back." The man said awkwardly.
"Yes, you should not only change your clothes, but also bring some suitable gifts. That will give me a reason to keep you out."
The hostess walked up to the man, gave him the coffee, and took the flowers from the man's hand.
He exchanged the flowers for a cup of hot coffee. Looking at the graceful back of the hostess, the man secretly said that he had finally passed the first level, but the woman suddenly asked: "Have you... met Her Majesty the Queen?"
Man: "...I've seen her, she's very busy."
Not only have I seen them, but these flowers were picked from the Queen’s back garden.
"After drinking coffee, go take a shower. There is hot water in it, but there are no new bath towels. You can use mine first."
The man stood there without moving, and the woman gave him a gentle push.
"Go quickly, I'll wait for you to have dinner."
…
Everything felt like a dream.
The man lay in the bathtub and slowly closed his eyes, recalling the past scenes in his mind.
His thoughts were brought back by a soft sound.
The door to the shower room opened. The man raised his head, looked at the woman walking to the bathtub, and laughed out loud: "Are you reminding me that I forgot to lock the door?"
"I thought you were going to keep me out."
The woman knelt down in front of the bathtub and gently ran her fingers across the man's hard shoulders.
She shook her head gently: "I also thought you would never come back."
"Everything about me is here, my home, my heart. No matter how far I go, I will come back."
"Tell me with your actions."
The man looked at the woman's gentle face. She was still so beautiful, with silver-white hair with a hint of green, and a pair of pointed ears with black edges on her head. She didn't say anything on her lips, but she was always concerned in her heart.
"Kelsey, long time no see."
"That's not what I want."
The woman was still looking at him, her speaking eyes were smart and crystal clear.
The man suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed the woman's arms, and dragged her into the bathtub. The hot water quickly soaked into her pajamas and clung to her graceful body.
He said hoarsely: "I will tell you whatever you want to know."
Kelsey twisted her waist and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's wait until a few hours later. You owe me a lot."
The man waved his fingers, and the door to the shower room closed automatically, locking what happened behind it inside.
…
About four hours later, it was late at night.
Zhou Jinru, with his upper body naked and only a bath towel wrapped around his lower body, stood in front of the stove cooking with a spatula.
Kelsey was lying on the sofa in the living room watching TV with her legs crossed. She was wearing nothing because her pajamas were torn to pieces.
Not long after, Zhou Jinru came over with a plate of food and sat on the other side.
Kelsey glanced at him and said nothing.
They have already communicated, and Zhou Jinru has a general understanding of the current situation. The only problem is that he can't get involved now.
"Amiya probably works overtime every day in Rhode Island. Now that she is really the CEO, she must be very happy."
Zhou Jinru picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.
But Kelsey's next words stunned him.
"Amiya is an adult. Children usually have their own opinions when they become adults. I respect her. She plans to find a person who has been missing for a long time and is currently not in this land."
"She wants to find me? How is this possible..."
Kelxi glanced at the man again, this look contained so many meanings that Zhou Jinru didn't react for a moment.
The woman hummed: "Amiya said that her husband must be a big shot, and there is only one candidate in her heart."
Zhou Jinru:? !
What is this? !
"Where did she go?!"
"I don't know. After the Demon King awakened, no one knows where she is."
…
This is a super city with many high-rise buildings. Drones glide at low altitude and dock on any floor.
People's appearances are also different. There are more or less traces of mechanical modifications all over the body. The neon lights are colorful, illuminating the city brightly.
The girl with modified left eyes walked quickly through the street, holding something in her arms. When she passed a stranger in a black coat, she couldn't help but stop and look at him carefully.
"Wow, your long ears are so beautiful. Are they a brand new biological modification?"
The other party also looked at her, and his aqua blue eyes swept over. In a daze, the girl vaguely saw a black crown. She slowly lowered her head, and her consciousness gradually stiffened.
"This is where?"
Command-like words came to her ears, and the girl responded submissively:
"Garden Planet, the Seventh City, the Eighteenth Millennium of Humanity."
