Hoden, look, that's the Barrow store. The best psionic food store in the Leia Empire. ”

"Our private kingdom, our last fiefdom, and the best tea leaves in the abyss. ”

The thick and simple gate, directly above the hanging of a black door number, a simple pattern of three blades put together, on which the words "Barrow, 777" are written in an arc way, do not need too many complicated embellishments, you can feel the profound historical heritage.

The footsteps of Holden and his party walked up the stairs, and the door opened automatically without knocking on the door, and the waiter in the black suit standing at the door nodded politely, and a faint fragrance of tea mixed with a warm air came to the face, as if entering another world, every pore on the body was stretched, and even the muscles and nerves were soothed, and the footsteps were as deep and shallow as stepping on the soft cotton candy.

On the left, three gentlemen dressed in full three-piece suits are talking in whispers, holding umbrellas and soft felt hats, and their neatly trimmed beards can be seen, and on the right, two ladies dressed in formal afternoon tea attire are greeting each other, and one of them has taken his coat from the waiter, looking like he is about to leave.

Behind an emerald green evergreen potted plant, a gentleman with a silk top hat can be seen, leaning against a pillar, flipping through the newspaper in his hand, when he noticed that Holden and his party walked in, he showed a polite smile, his jaw gestured, and a well-behaved lark stood on his right shoulder, which also nodded in greeting, well-behaved and lovely.

Walking in a little bit, at the bottom of the hallway, near the left, is a take-out window with a neat array of different kinds of bread and desserts.

Unlike hard bread, which is used as a staple food in daily life, these are all breads used as desserts, including dark baked hard bread and soft bread with different garnishes, cream bread, fruit bread, shredded bread, butter bread, egg tarts, etc.

The caramel-coloured bread has a faint sweet aroma that makes you swallow your saliva, while a long queue stands next to the window, everyone waiting for their place in an orderly manner to buy some delicate bread to take out and contribute some decoration to their afternoon tea.

Passing through the take-out window, you can continue to walk through the carved wooden doors depicting Van Lan and olecranon shrubs, and you will enter a different space.

The creamy sheen of the interior exudes a charming laid-back vibe, with wing halls on the left and right sides, and a small study facing the garden in front of it, which also houses four sets of sofas in different positions, allowing people to sit and enjoy an afternoon of relaxation.

The gentlemen and ladies sat in their seats, enjoying the afternoon tea, and the waiters slowed down as much as possible to avoid disturbing the conversation of the guests, and the conversation of the guests also consciously lowered their voices, and the trivial sound of rustling spread in the warm air.

It's really another world.

"What's the dessert and psionic food here?" asked Brutus as he raised his chin to the waiter.

One Keith.

Although I am not sure about the true family background of Ray Peters and Brutus, judging from the scene where Hoden first saw them, it is clear that he should not care about "One Keith", then, this is a problem considering him and Robben. Quietly, Brutus showed his manners.

"Except for the toast. Ray Peters added, then looked at Howlen and grumbled, "I've been eating toast for breakfast for a week. ”

"Bathsweet bread is only three toasts. In addition, a new Amppi Ling has just been introduced this month, which is suitable for intermediate psionics and below, and only requires six toots. The waitress dressed in a maid's costume introduced with a smile.

Brutus nodded in appreciation, "Very good, give us a bassweet bread, an ampilis, and another pot of January embers." By the way, give us four forks and four sets of tea sets, thank you. ”

Robben was slightly distracted.

He could detect the familiarity of Brutus and Ray Peters, and the sound of them ordering food could be heard in his ears, but his attention was drawn to something else—

The entire lobby is understated and luxuriously decorated, with exquisite oil paintings and delicate statues hanging on the walls, among which hanging high above the right side is a circular shield-like engraving depicting the legend of the goddess Ogur who gave her life to save the villagers of Gutuno.

A small detail can be seen that this luxury is definitely not something he can afford.

Robben regretted it a little.

Turning his head to look at Hoden, Robben tried to ask for help, but he didn't expect that Hoden was still lazy and casual, with an excited look in his eyes, and he could faintly detect the excitement of eagerness, and he didn't seem to be aware of the price problem here.

But Robben knew that with Horden's sensitivity and delicacy, even he had already noticed it, and it was impossible for Horden not to realize it, so what was going on?

There was a sight from the side, Robben turned his head, and then he saw Brutus give a faint smile in return.

Robben was a little flustered, could it be that his poker face was not able to maintain and accidentally leaked his true emotions?

"Robben, can you understand the stick I just said?" Brutus asked, but did not wait for Robben's answer, and continued, "I mean, my father is a perfect example, he knows music, he loves music, he has been obsessed with music all his teenage years, studying music, and even making music himself......"

Ray Peters interrupted Brutus, "Brutus has made a lot of music himself. ”

"There's not a lot, it's just one article. "I mean, when I told my father that I had no interest in becoming a psyker and that I wanted to be a composer, he didn't hesitate to turn me down and told me, 'Music is just an ethereal dream, you should learn to give up, just like me.'" ”

"Blue, what does this have to do with the stick?" Ray Peters didn't know.

Because he can't do it himself, he also takes it for granted that the next generation can't do it, so he arbitrarily chokes out all possibilities, but forgets that he himself has come over like this. Hodden raised his eyebrows slightly, "Our parents are always like this, pinning their dreams on their children that they have not been able to achieve, and forcing their children to realize their ideals, but if our ideals deviate from their current imagination, they will deny our possibility with their own failures." ”

Brutus' eyes widened and shimmered with infinite light, and he looked at Hodden excitedly.

Holden looked at Ray Peters, "The big stick is just a metaphor, their strength and domineering. ”