Chapter 514 Ch513 Peacock Mason Lyle (Frame)

Chapter 514 Ch.513 Peacock Mason Lyle (frame)

Mason Lyle's tent was the largest, and it was in the center of the entire tent community—when Roland found it, he also found the tent owner squatting in the corner of the tent washing socks.

He looked exactly like Bodaibon said.

A peacock in full bloom.

He wore a beautiful purple nightgown embroidered with silver stars and a nightcap of the same style on his head. He stepped on the turf with his moccasins and sniffed under the cold water while cleaning his socks.

Even though he was wearing a nightgown, there were a lot of gold and silver jewelry hanging on his neck and wrists, which made a clattering sound when rubbed.

When he found Roland, he was startled and almost subconsciously carried the yellowed socks behind his back.

"It's over now!"

he shouted.

A closer look revealed that he was a blind man who could only turn his head and not move his eyes.

The handsome middle-aged man curled his lips: "...It's over now, kid. Come back tomorrow."

"I'm looking for Mr. Lyle. Mason Lyle, do you know how to get to his tent?" Roland rolled his cane, put his chin back, and stared at the turf: "I asked many people, and they said this way. Come."

"Oh, Mason Lyle."

The man balled up his socks, squeezed out the water, looked at Roland's outfit, and said in a much gentler voice: "I am Mason Lyle, young gentleman." He rubbed the soles of his shoes on the turf, making some noise: "If it weren't for me Go out for a walk, I’m afraid you’ll miss it.”

Roland tilted his head: "Walking? Winter?"

"Of course, of course. I have to check to see if the children are in their tents. These days, there are always things that happen out of nowhere - since they are my children, of course I have to ensure their safety..."

He wanted to stuff the wet socks into his trouser pocket, but then he thought again, the person in front of him was a blind man, so he simply grabbed them in his hands and rubbed them one after another.

"Just taking a walk."

he added.

"The weather is nice. It's time to enjoy some quiet time alone after the messy business - wait a minute." He shook his beautiful, well-groomed gray hair and took a step towards Roland: "Wait a minute, kid. "

He hesitated.

"Did you come here because of its fame?"

Roland:?

"Come here because of my reputation! I mean, to see me, right?" He rubbed his palm on his nightgown several times, patted Roland's shoulder with it, and said with enthusiasm: "Hey! I know! You must It’s to see me!”

He was talking and laughing, in high spirits.

"I have advised many times! Many times! Especially those newspapers not to write about my experience casually! This will have a bad impact on some children who are not yet adults - I mean, it will make them more enthusiastic about Take risks, struggle, and then indulge in the experience of the first half of my life that cannot be considered unparalleled!”

He winked at the blind man with his beautiful eyes.

"Even if what they wrote is true, it shouldn't be spread everywhere like this. It's too much trouble, sir, too much trouble..."

Roland had never seen such a person in his life and was speechless for a moment.

"Okay, come on! I happened to meet you while I was walking today. Look at how you're dressed, you probably came in a carriage, right?"

He took Roland into the tent, his words full of temptations.

Roland gave an affirmative answer.

"Those arrogant horse heads!" he said angrily: "Just throwing a child on the grass. Where are you from? Where are your servants?"

Roland smiled and said: "I am from the West End of London, Mr. Lyle. I have a——"

"Oh! The West End is a great place! I like the Marfa black tea and rose fudge there-"

"You mean Mahal black tea." Roland corrected.

"Yes! Mahal." He suddenly realized it and muttered: "If I had chosen a name, I wouldn't have named it so difficult to pronounce and difficult to spread..."

Mahar is the name of the founder.

gentlemen.

Roland was coaxed into the tent enthusiastically, and instantly, a wave of warmth came to him. The stove is lit in the tent.

I used the best charcoal fire and there was no black smoke at all.

Compared to the previous tent of the Baudelle sisters, it lasted almost every spring and winter.

"Sit down, sit down, I'll make you a cup of something warm." He threw down his socks and began to rummage through the boxes - taking out another box from one box, and then rummaging through the oil paper bags and glass jars.

Finally a piece of crushed tea cake was selected.

Pick out the smallest dregs from it, separate out the handful of dregs, pick out a few 'tea threads' with your fingernails - pinch them carefully and put them into the tea cup.

What amused Roland the most was that he actually put the kettle that he had used to rinse his socks on the stove to heat, and used the boiling water to make tea.

"If you're going to touch me, don't talk to me with that mouth."

Interesting.

He himself does not drink the tea brewed in this way.

Got half a bottle of milk.

"Come on, little sir. I can tell you about my previous experiences, the difficult life difficulties that I bravely defeated, how I rose from humble beginnings, and how I rose from humble beginnings with my proud talent and outstanding appearance. Working hard step by step with both hands, we have come all the way from a distant and barren land..."

He was full of witty words, and in terms of conversation and communication, Roland had never seen anyone more outstanding and annoying than him.

It's like a roaring train that you can't stop.

"gentlemen."

"...At that time I jumped up and stabbed its neck with my sword!"

"gentlemen."

"...No one can buy my soul with money, yes, that's what I told them!"

"Mr. Lyle." Roland emphasized his tone.

This made the man who was talking endlessly stunned for a moment and asked, "Want to hear something else?"

"No, there is only one thing I am here for." Roland took a breath, and the sequence just now almost made him feel suffocated: "Visiting a friend. Sir, my friend Halida works for you, right?"

Mason Lyle panicked for a moment, but then he thought about the blind man in front of him...

"Oh, Halida, that's right. Halida, that little thing, the tall, dark-skinned thing..." He smacked his lips and said dissatisfied: "That thing actually has friends. Sir, you may have been deceived by her. Now - everyone here is cursed..."

Roland blinked: "They said she was missing."

Mason Lyle was like a wild cat with explosive hair, suddenly raising his voice: "A group of robbers! They kidnapped her and her brother at night!"

He danced and danced, his nightcap dangling from side to side.

"The robbers! They should be hanged! They actually touched my tent group! I want to tell the police and arrest them! Hang them all! Hang them all!!"

He vented his anger and talked about the 'experience' habitually:

"They took advantage of the darkness of the night, bent down, and were careful not to make a sound. They used the short scimitars they carried with them to cut open the tent cloth and got into-"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Because he saw the "delicate and beautiful" young man in front of him, and slowly took out a beautiful "pepper box" from his pocket.

Place gently on the table.

The gun was pointed at him.

"This is really heavy."

Then, he urged him with words.

"Where did you get in? Sir?"