"Sunset?"

Pan Long looked at the table clock in the room, it was not yet eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

He could go for lunch and then sleep peacefully, sleep for four or five hours, and then wake up in the evening for that advanced ritual.

"No problem. He said, "It just so happens that I'm also interested in your formless ritual here, so I'll be sure to come on time." ”

Then, he and Miss Moran both left the bookstore and went to the restaurant "Song of the Sea".

The burly and loud-voiced chef Saliba had already prepared the ingredients for the "Astrologer's Pie Set" as agreed, and Pan Long soon ate his long-admired "Looking Up at the Stars".

To be honest, this dish is not actually as "dark dish" as many literary works say.

Seven fish heads sticking out of a plate of pies may seem a little strange, but once you cut them off, all that's left is a fish pie.

Chef Saliba has made this dish very exquisitely, except for the head of the fish that needs to be cut off and discarded, there are no bones and scales left in the other parts, and it is quite smooth to eat.

The whole pie is salty, fragrant and soft, and the taste is very good, at least for Pan Long, who thought he was going to eat a dark dish, it can be regarded as an unexpected joy to be able to eat such a "stargazing sky".

This dish is accompanied by a number of other meals. Chef Saliba clearly understands the eating habits of the Orientals, and this lunch was very generous, which made Pan Long very satisfied.

In his opinion, it should be worth spending two pounds on such a meal.

Putting aside the highly technologically advanced society in the previous life, even in the Great Xia Dynasty, it would cost a lot of money to eat a fish that had all the scales and bones artificially removed, but retained a basically intact shape.

After all, for the high-end catering industry, labor is the biggest cost.

Miss Moran sat at the table next to him and watched with interest as he finished the meal, saying nothing the whole time.

This woman obviously has habits like "eat without speaking, sleep without speaking", and when eating, she can not speak, and do not speak.

When Pan Long got up to say goodbye, she nodded to Pan Long and told her, "Be careful on the road, there are eyes everywhere."

Pan Long, of course, understood what she meant, smiled, and asked if he wanted to bring lunch to Mr. Iroh, and after receiving a positive answer, he came to Moran's bookstore with the basket of lunch.

"Mr. Pan, why are you still walking around the streets!" Seeing that he actually came again, Iroh looked very worried, "Now the whole of London has exploded, and the streets are full of detectives searching for 'suspected terrorists in the Eastern', and all the ground rats in London have been activated...... Now even an Oriental sailor who happens to pass by London may be directly caught in the Anti-Suppression Bureau, why are you still so swaggering!"

"Uh, is it so serious?" Pan Long really didn't care, and he really didn't feel that anyone was spying on him all the way, "maybe because I don't look very much like an Oriental......

There is one thing to say, the appearance of the Northland people is indeed not very much like the traditional Orientals, many of them have high noses and deep eyes, men often have beards, and women's skin is so white that the Central Plains women are envious, and even have the nickname of "Northwest Jade Beauty" - that is, after people reach middle age, most of the "Jade Beauty" will turn into "female men", and the degree of burly and stout is not inferior to that of men......

In previous lives, this physiognomy was often referred to as the "Central Asian race", and it is said to have been the result of a long-term mixture of yellow and white people.

But the Great Xia Dynasty never cared about these - after all, in Great Xia, not to mention the usual physical features such as whiter skin, high nose and deep eyes, and beard, even if there are scales on the body, horns on the forehead, and even a tail or something, it is not particularly rare.

As long as they abide by the law, the half-demons can enjoy normal social rights, and even participate in the imperial examinations without any problem (although Pan Long has not seen even a half-demon who is interested in the imperial examinations so far), so what are the people of the Northland?

If anyone looks differently because of a person's appearance, most of them will be complained by their friends: What is there to make a fuss about?

Pan Long was now wearing a top hat and a beard that covered most of his face, and it was not easy to tell that he was an Oriental just by his high nose and deep eyes.

And his attire is no different from that of the local middle-income "young gentlemen" in London, and it is even more difficult to suspect.

But in the eyes of an old Jianghu like Iro, who knew in advance that he was an Oriental, he was almost full of Oriental characteristics, and walking on the street was like hanging a sign on his body, with the words "I am an Oriental" written on it.

"I suggest you rest at Moran's Bookstore for the afternoon today, and then go back to Haven's house in the evening to sleep. "If you insist on going out on the streets, you should at least put on a little makeup." ”

"Makeup?" Pan Long was a little surprised, "Do you still know how to put on makeup, can you make me look like a normal Londoner?"

"Of course!" said Iroh proudly, "do what we do, makeup or something...... Not to mention making an Oriental a Westerner, even if a man is a woman, it's a piece of cake!"

He looked at Pan Long's appearance, and said to himself while pondering: "Your shoulders should be higher, so that the skeleton is more like us Europeans." In addition, you need to use a little oil paint on your face...... It's not white, it's black, and it's painted in the same color as the sea breeze and the sun, so that it looks like a navigator who lives in the city temporarily......"

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly widened.

In front of him, Pan Long's figure gradually became blurry and transparent, and finally disappeared without a trace as if it had melted into the air.

(Silly, I'll sneak.) ）

Pan Long smiled in his heart, and said with a pretended seriousness: "Actually, there really doesn't need to be so troublesome, if I don't want to, few mortals can see me." ”

Only then did Iroh come back to his senses - Miss Moran had said that this Mr. Pan was a powerful formless cultivator, and his level was at least a person who had gone to the highest level of Mansu and cultivated immortality, and it was even very likely that he was a named person like Si Chen's gods.

With such a strong man, it is so easy that mortals can't see him!

Moreover, it is also based on the premise that he is willing to hide himself.

Assuming that he doesn't want to hide himself, but wants to stand up and fight the British Empire head-on, then even if he sends out an army and fights on the streets of London, he may not be able to keep him.

...... But London will most likely be reduced to rubble in this fierce battle.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but gasp.

Named...... It's terrifying, it's terrifying!

In fact, Pan Long really didn't think about it so much, his idea was very simple, it was "trouble".

Compared to stealth, makeup or something, it's too troublesome!

Why spend time and energy smearing your face with a problem that can be solved simply by stealth?

Not to mention, it looks strange to platter the shoulders of the clothes high!

So he used his stealth skills to swagger through the streets of London like a ghost swaggering through the city in broad daylight, and soon returned to Haven's house.

The Havens were not surprised by his presence, and the middle-aged couple was not interested in the ups and downs of society. Mr. Haven is a storekeeper at a timber trading firm, and he is busy working with numbers, and in his spare time, he goes to the warehouse to verify the authenticity of the timber stockpiles—both quantity and quality.

His usual work environment is relatively withdrawn, and he has not been exposed to much "latest news" at all.

As for Mrs. Haven, the woman was also a woman who was not interested in social gossip. When she has free time, she prefers to read magazines on food and knitting, to think about knitting a new sweater for her family, or to learn a new dish.

It is precisely because they are such silent and steady people that Aeloh recommends Pan Long to live here.

After learning that Pan Long had already eaten lunch, and after asking and confirming that he would not even eat dinner here, Mrs. Haven said "three meals should be eaten on time", and the matter passed.

As for the rest, they are not interested at all.

Pan Long was also speechless about this, he thought that the two of them might be surprised, or would be a little tempted, but he didn't expect this couple to be so ...... Dullness.

Still, that's fine.

There is nothing in the world, and mediocrity disturbs itself.

Most of the time, if you don't toss, there is actually no contradiction.

Back in the house, I slept peacefully in my bed, and then was woken up by an alarm clock around 4 p.m.

Just over three hours of sleep was enough for him. Now he feels refreshed and his whole body is full of strength.

In the game's parlance, it's probably a BUFF that is "full of food and sleep, and full of energy".

After talking to Mrs. Haven, who was preparing dinner, he went out again, still using his stealth skills, and arrived at Moran's bookstore without realizing it.

Moran's bookstore was particularly lively at the moment, and in addition to Miss Moran, Mr. Norman, Stone, and Iello whom he knew, there were also several people he didn't know.

One is a young man dressed as a student, and his body exudes a youthful aura that cannot be concealed. His appearance was handsome, and his face revealed a sincerity that was difficult to doubt and hostile. He gave Pan Long the feeling that he was like a simple young man who came out of a book and didn't know anything about the world. In a more European parlance, it is "pure as a lamb."

The other was an old woman with warm eyes, who looked a little tired, and had a faint smell of disinfectant on her body—the smell that would inevitably come from working in a hospital or something like that for a long time. Pan Long clearly felt that her body was filled with the brilliance that could be called "virtue", and she should be a doctor or nurse with good conduct.

"Let me introduce you to you. "As usual, it was Miss Moran who introduced you," said the rest of you, who were familiar to you, Mr. Leo and Mrs. Violet. ”

"My name is Leo and I'm a student at Clayton University. Mr. Leo smiled shyly, as if introducing himself in class, "I love history, and I am curious about the mysteries." Under the guidance of Mr. Norman, I practiced the art of formlessness, and I achieved some results. But recently, I have encountered a bottleneck, and the teacher thinks that this is because my practice has reached the limit of the current life form, and I must change my life form through rituals......"

He was silent for a moment and said, "To be honest, I'm a little uneasy. But I know that there are things that have to be done. If you want to move forward, you always have to take some risks – just like the navigators who explored the world. ”

A smile reappeared on his face, like a boy next door.

Then Mrs. Violet introduced herself: "I am a nurse who works in a nursing home, mainly caring for the elderly and those who are seriously ill and have no way of recovering. I'm not very good at medicine, and I rarely save lives. All I can do is try to make those people live through the last years of their lives in peace and tranquility, ending their lives with as little pain as possible. ”

"Hospice care?" Pan Long asked.

Mrs. Violet's eyes lit up: "You said it very well! 'Hospice', I like that very much! Can I borrow this expression? I think it describes my work appropriately." ”

Pan Long smiled: "Please, I'm glad I can help." ”

Mrs. Violet laughed too, and everyone laughed, and the atmosphere in the bookstore was very harmonious.

Then, Miss Moran introduced Pan Long.

"This is Mr. Pan, a formless cultivator from the East. I know there are some terrible rumors today, but be assured that it won't affect the rituals that are going to take place. ”

Everyone nodded their heads in understanding.

Pan Long also introduced himself in the same way as Leo and Madame Violet: "My name is Pan, and I am a traveler from the other side of the world. To be honest, I'm not good at rituals or anything, but I'm confident in my strength. If you have any trouble that you need to use your fists to solve, you can ask me for help. ”

"I can testify to that. Mr. Iello said, "Mr. Pan's fist is very strong, and there is no problem in terms of 'force' that he can't solve!"

Hearing him say this, Leo looked at Pan Long in surprise, his eyes full of curiosity, and Madame Violet looked thoughtful, probably guessing his identity.

After all, the terrorist attack that took place in the House of Lords this morning has now spread all over London. Leo may have spent the whole day preparing for the evening ceremony, so there is some news to be observed, but Madame Violet is clearly aware of it.

At this moment, what does it mean for an extremely powerful Oriental?

Everybody understands!

But she just smiled and didn't say anything.

The old woman was a calm and unrelenting woman, and ...... She also doesn't have any good feelings for the "respectable" lords in the House of Lords.

The more such people die, the more progress Britain will make, and the fewer irreparable patients she needs to take care of.

Thinking of this, she looked at Pan Long's eyes more and more kindly, as if she saw her own excellent sons and nephews.