Chapter 822 Jellosi Tavern (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)
The policemen gathered on the path dispersed, shouting Lestrade's name.
In the tunnel, Lestrade woke up faintly. Before he could see his surroundings clearly, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, his eyes turned white, and he fainted again.
"I was a little gentle just now."
Sakaki shook his wrist, and after the police outside walked away, he picked up Lestrade and slipped out of the tunnel with little Ai, crossed the path, and got into the woods on the other side.
If Lestrade woke up and found himself in a tunnel, he would definitely explore along the tunnel and finally find the wine cellar under the stables.
To be on the safe side
It would be safer to leave him in the wilderness.
As for when he would wake up, Sakaki Cheng didn't know, and he didn't care about such trivial matters.
After leaving Officer Lestrade behind, the two jumped over the woods, found the carriage that had been parked on another path, turned around, and drove towards Dartmoor.
2 o'clock in the morning, Dartmoor Town, Jellosi Tavern.
As the only three-story pub in town, Jellosi is proud.
The pub is only half a street away from the station. Business is usually booming, and it often has to stay open until late at night before the last customer can be seen away.
He is tired every day, but Jelosi is very happy. He and his wife manage this bar together and sell their own craft ale, which has received unanimous praise.
But today.
It was raining heavily outside and there were only a few drinking customers. Jeroxi wanted to close the door early and do some long-lost exercise with his wife.
Two uninvited guests came to the door.
These two guests were very strange. One was wearing the train conductor's red clothes, and the other was dressed like a gentleman, holding a silver snake cane, meticulous silver hair, a dark umbrella, and a small white chrysanthemum in the breast pocket.
He looked solemn, took off his hat, and said politely:
"Today is a really good day, isn't it?"
"ah"
Jeroxi glanced at the lightning and thunder weather outside, and agreed with a dry smile:
"Yes, it's such a rare good weather. Have you encountered anything happy, sir?"
"No, I'm not happy."
The old man shook his head and pointed to the white chrysanthemum on his chest:
"I'm here to pay homage to my friend. This makes me very sad, so please give me a glass of the best wine. In order not to embarrass you, you can choose the type of wine."
Farewell to a friend?
Are you kidding? Apart from being serious, there is no sad expression on your face, Jeroxi thought to himself.
Since the opening of the tavern, Jeroxi has seen all kinds of customers, including desperate gold diggers who want to go to the United States to gamble, and gamblers who have lost all their money and use the cheapest wine to get drunk.
But this was the first time he had seen a guest who showed an aristocratic temperament like the old man's movements.
After all, nobles would not go to a rural place like him to buy wine. Those big men are best suited to a magnificent palace, not a tavern made of wood and exuding a faint musty smell.
but
It doesn't matter what kind of customer he is, as long as he pays, he is a good customer.
"Then you must try the ale brewed by my wife. It is fragrant and sweet, and it is not intoxicating after drinking it!"
Jelosi smiled and grabbed the glass, walked over to a round wooden barrel, pulled out the stopper, and the dark yellow and bubbling liquid gushes out, quickly filling two glasses.
"Please taste it. If you feel cold, I can bring a stove over."
"No, wine is the best stove."
A strong aroma floated out of the cup. The old man took a sip with a smile, tasted it carefully, and said with sincere emotion:
"I haven't had such a refreshing ale for a long time. The last time I tasted it was when I went to Brighton for class."
"Guest, you are really discerning. My wife is from Brighton. Her family has a farm growing malt, and these wines are made from that malt."
"What time do you usually close?"
"Usually it's before 3 o'clock. If there are guests having a good time drinking, it will be postponed for an hour."
"oh"
The old man nodded, took out a few bills from his sleeves, and put them on the table:
"Here are five pounds. We will stay here a little longer so we won't be disturbed."
Five pounds was enough to buy all the wine behind the bar in the pub. It was a windfall. Jerosie was very happy and accepted it without hesitation:
"Sir, you are right. Drinking should be done in peace and quiet. Apart from you two, there will be no other customers in the store. You can stay as long as you want."
"No, no, no, I mean, you can go and have a rest. We have reserved this tavern until 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, and even you are an outsider."
The old man raised his glass and took a sip:
"Because I'm not sure if any friends will come to visit me."
Aren’t you just here to pay homage to your friend?
Jelosi looked puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions. After agreeing, he took his wife and left the tavern through the back door.
It was completely quiet in the tavern, the only sound was the sound of raindrops hitting the windows.
"Professor, Karasuma."
After struggling for a long time, the train conductor couldn't help but ask:
"Will I really betray you?"
The old man was closing his eyes and concentrating. After hearing this sentence, he answered after a long time:
"There is something in Lian Ye's eyes, which is determination like a tiger, and he is a genius, a genius whose intelligence is no less than mine."
"But he is still young and cannot hide the determination in his eyes. This is not good. If the enemy knows that you have the ambition of a tiger, they will take action before you grow up."
"But Karasuma betrayed you, Professor, and this is intolerable!"
"There is nothing intolerable. He originally planned to return to China in half a year. I have already taught him all my knowledge."
The old man said softly:
"There's just some frustration left."
"I had to make him understand his immaturity."
The conductor fell into deep silence.
He really couldn't understand why
The old man in front of him is so tolerant of Renya Karasuma, so he should treat the traitor like a bullet! guillotine!
"I am his teacher."
The old man held the wine glass, his eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water:
"Teachers should teach everything to their students, this is what my teacher told me."
"What Lianye wants to do is far greater than me who is in charge of the underground world."
"Those who achieve great things cannot have fatal flaws. Before he leaves, I must find an opportunity to tell him this truth, and I must let him remember it with his body and never forget it."
"Yes, but."
The conductor said reluctantly:
"There's no need to risk your life!"
"I am terminally ill, and the scythe of death has long been hanging around my neck, and it could take away my life at any time."
The old man smiled and said:
"In that case, why not use my last value to let Lian Ye grow?"
"It's better to lose at my hands than to lose to someone else. At least he can save his life."