Chapter 155: Ruling Sword (2)

【Yueyin Kingdom】
Fifth Ring: Sword of Verdict
Main Line: Go to 14 Hualing Street, look for Roger Reed
The main line task has been refreshed. Tang Cuo found that his hair color has also changed back to silver, and the disguise has been removed. Then at this moment, walking in the Baihua Kingdom is the younger brother of the current Duke of the White Knight family, and Lancelot-
It was still the bard Lancelot, but there were more and more decorations on his body. It was a string of beads made up of stones from a forest of elves and gems from around the world, wrapped around the wrist a few times, a feather necklace hung in the neck, a white shirt with cotton and linen with an open neckline, and the hat worn crookedly , Holding a small harp in his arms, and a dagger hidden in his deerskin boots, it was a bit of an unruly meaning.
It's a pity that it wasn't his face that Jin Cheng regretted.
Tang Cuo ignored him and asked for directions.
The peddler selling flower cakes is very enthusiastic, "Hualing Street? Mr. Knight, dear, you should go to the bookstore on the corner. The Black Forest cake tastes so good. There is no second one in the entire Baihua Kingdom... …"
Hualing Street is not far from here. It walked about fifteen minutes, passing a fountain square midway. The magic fountain is small and exquisite, and in the middle of the fountain is a female figure holding a crown of flowers.
Cynthia, the goddess of nature.
It seems that the Baihua Kingdom, like the elves, also believes in this goddess.
Turning another corner, the two saw the bookstore in the mouth of the hawker and Hualing Street arrived.
There are more flowers on this street than on other streets, and most of them are rose. A cluster of lush rose flowers climbed on the houses and shops along the street, pale pink, red, champagne, orange, everything. Although the floral fragrance is strong, it is not choking.
There are many guests in the bookstore. Several men dressed as gentlemen stand in front of the bookshelves and read books, and many gather in line at the counter. The display cabinet behind the counter is filled with pieces of cake, black forest, red velvet, etc., with rich colors and everything.
The queuing line extended from the counter to the door of the store. The old man with a white beard on crutches was talking to the little girl with a flower basket in front, with a smile on his face.
This scene reminded Tang Cuo of the net red milk tea shop.
Tangcuo will not go to join in the excitement. He walked along this street and quickly found No. 14. This is a small two-storey building, Jin Cheng knocked on the door, and a lame old servant came to open the door. Although his hair was already gray, he was meticulously combed, and he was well dressed and polite.
Seeing Tang Cuo's silver hair, he seemed to recognize him, but said nothing, and smiled: "Is the two coming to see my lord? Right? Please sit in the house, he will be back soon."
The entry is the living room.
Crystal chandeliers, magic fireplaces, a bit of Renaissance-style rugs, as well as ubiquitous paintings and scattered books, an animal wood carving, a music box, a staghorn hat rack, full and not messy, everywhere A breath of literature and art.
The old servant's name was William. They asked Tang Cuo to sit down on the sofa with wool mats and turned to pour tea.
Jin Cheng looked at the paintings on the wall with great interest and said, "I didn't expect that the supervisor was in this style privately."
He originally thought that 14 Hualing Street was the Ivy League Office in the Kingdom of Baihua Kingdom, but now it looks like this is a private house. Old William calls Roger Reid a master, and there are still portraits of him on the wall.
Tang Cuo did not expect.
Roger Reid was solemn and serious. When he met several times, he was wearing a black double-breasted dress and black cane. He wore a black blindfold in one eye and looked like an old gentleman, unsmiling.
"Meow." A black cat suddenly looked out from under the sofa, his round eyes looking at the two strange visitors. When Jin Cheng saw the cat's heart, and thought of Tang Cuo's ever-changing little black cat, he couldn't help but tease it.
"Do you think it looks like you?" Jin Cheng hugged the cat out from under the sofa, and it didn't resist. It was only after he hugged it that he found out-this is really a fat cat.
"Like me?" Tang Cuo looked expressionless.
"Like Wen Xiaoming." Jin Cheng changed his voice instantly.
At this time, the old William came out with tea, and Tang Cuo in the distance smelled a milky smell. A closer look, it turned out to be milk tea, black tea with milk.
The taste is sweet and the tea tastes good.
The black cat seemed to be in love with Jin Cheng, lying on his thigh gently, spreading himself into a cat cake, and making a slight grunt. Old William smiled and explained: "This is a cat raised by the master, named Charles II."
Jin Cheng squeezed its back neck and asked, "Second, is there another one?"
Old William: "Yeah, his father is I, but he has passed away. II came back from the outside, and looked at his child, and the father raised it together."
Dare to love this is really an ancestral name.
Old William is a very talkative person. From Charles II to the bookstore on the street, he is very excited. Jin Cheng intended to compose information about Roger Reed, but he kept his mouth shut and said only: "The letter from the master three days ago, saying that he came back before sunset today, please wait patiently."
At the end of the speech, Old William turned to look at the bell on the corner. It was almost four o'clock, and less than an hour before the sunset, he took the basket out and went to buy food.
Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo were left in the house, and Old William did not seem to worry about what they would do in the house. And when Tangcuo stood at the staircase leading to the second floor, he realized that it was not not to worry at all, but to worry.
There is a magic lock at the entrance of the stairway that won't go up at all. The door to the backyard is open, but there is a small garden of four or five square meters, nothing special.
Back in the living room, Jin Cheng still held the cat in front of the painting. He seems to really like painting, and it's the same in "Wind and Snow Return to the People". If you have nothing to do, you can spell the puzzle, and you can accurately name the painting on the puzzle.
Tang Cuo turned over the book on the shelf. He thinks the books are critical, they are not eye-catching, but perhaps there are some crucial clues hidden, such as the "Secret of the Lake" he discovered at the Magic School of Yueyin Kingdom. Another example is the "Sicilian Fairy Tales" given by Lin Yandong, although I don't know what the book will eventually be used for.
Wen Xiaoming said that K got a crimson story, and it seems to want to write a biography for her, which is also very interesting.
It didn't take long for the surroundings to be quiet, and the entire 14 Hualing Street was left with only a slight flip of books and occasional soft cat calls.
Jin Cheng looked back, and Tang Cuo stood in front of the shelf to read. The sunset just fell on his shoulder through the glass window, and the side face was faintly stained, which just made Theodor's face blur, and slowly became the face of Tang Cuo in Jin Cheng's mind.
Looking at it, he couldn't help changing a more comfortable posture, leaning against the wall, holding Charles II's meat claws in his hand, and continued to watch. But he didn't bother with a noise, just grabbed Charles II and punched a set of cat punches with Tang Cuo.
Tang Cuoyu Guang glanced at his small movements, wondering if he was crazy.
At the same time, he was also a little trance, it seems that such a gentle and quiet time has not been experienced in a long time. When was the last time? He thought, tracing back slowly through the memory, as if it was in the first ring of the copy "Death of the Poet".
He sat in front of Little Jack's door to repair pocket watches, Jin Cheng sat next to him playing the harp and humming.
Obviously it was not long ago, but it seems to me that it is a distant past. The rhythm of Yongye City is too fast and too tight, often letting time lose its original flow rate.
Jin Cheng is always unhurried and calm. Even if Wen Xiaoming was missing and Lilith was captured, he didn't seem to be very nervous.
He closed the book, wanted to say something, swallowed it back to his mouth, and continued to turn the book. He replaced the new one and took it out for a look, it was the old man "Fairy of Sicily".
This book is in the magic school, Lin Yandong is there, and it is also here. He didn't look carefully at the school of magic, only knew the title of the book, but Lin Yandong's book was already memorized. At the moment he was holding this book belonging to Roger Reed, who had intended to turn it around casually, read a few pages, and suddenly stopped.
The contents of the two books are slightly different.
Jin Cheng frowned when he saw him, and came over and asked, "What did you find?"
"Look here." Tang Cuo pointed to a passage in the book, "This story is called "Lucky Little Blacksmith". It is about a small town where an orphaned little blacksmith accidentally inherited Master's blacksmith shop , Being jealous of others, being slandered and stolen, and ultimately self-proven innocent stories. There are two differences in this."
In the first place, in this fairy tale by Roger Reid, the little blacksmith was framed and stolen, but in Lin Yandong's book, he was defamed and killed his master.
In the second place, the little blacksmith gained innocence through sincere self-defense, while the other book wrote that he severed one of his little fingers.
Fairy tales are not long, and the difference between the two is only a matter of sentences, which can make people feel very different. Tang Cuo immediately took out Lin Yandong's "Sicilian Fairy Tales", which has been placed in the equipment bar by him and carried with him.
There are also differences in the binding of the two books.
Roger Reid's book is dark red, with gilded fonts and very beautiful swashes. Lin Yandong's book is black. The spine and the four corners of the book are printed with complicated patterns, golden patterns, and red titles.
"It doesn't look like the style of the same period, the font is different, this black one is more gorgeous." Jin Cheng said, and then thought of another one, asking: "Do you still remember the month of the country of Yueyin? ?"
Tang Cuo: "It's similar to Roger Reed's."
Jin Cheng: "Well, this Lin Yandong's book may be the style of the Tucha dynasty. Under the rule of Louis XIV, the style is more gorgeous and exaggerated. In the dark age, the story content is darker. After the destruction of the Tucha dynasty, future generations These things should have been adapted and a new version has been released."
Tang Cuo nodded, this is the most reasonable explanation. If it is true, then the dark ages have passed thousands of years ago, and even the remote country of the moon has launched a new version. Lin Yandong's copy is probably a solitary copy.
Just then, footsteps came from the stairs.
Tang Cuo quietly put away the book and looked at it with Jin Cheng. I saw that Roger Reed walked slowly down the stairs, his cane touched the ground, and his expression was as cold as ever.
"Your Excellency Roger Reed." The two took the initiative to salute.
"You are here." Roger Reid's calm eyes swept the two's faces, and finally settled on Tang Cuo, asked: "I have visited your brother and discussed with him to accept you as a student. But according to the "Continental Convention" signed by the Ivy League and other countries, no hereditary nobles or members of the royal family can serve as arbitrators in the Ivy League. Being my student means that you must give up your origin, so I Finally, ask you again-are you willing?"
It turns out there is this provision. To listen to Roger Reid, once Theodore becomes his student, he will be trained as the next generation of arbitrators.
Later, Theodore inherited the title, showing that his brother not only died young, but also had no offspring. Otherwise, the Ivy League will not easily let go.
"I think about it, teacher." Tang Cuo raised his hand to his chest, showing solemnity.
"Well, starting today, you are my student." Roger Reid nodded slightly.