The man in the carriage was holding a piece of paper with a detailed address on it. The carriage staggered forward, gradually approaching the destination he had spoken.

When the carriage came to an abrupt halt, he opened the window, and a two-story white building appeared in front of him, and in front of the arched porch, he saw a graceful woman standing in the doorway, wearing a pink hat with two roses carefully pinned to it, and a basket in her left hand, she was about to open the door and enter the house, he hurriedly got out of the carriage, stood on the side of the road and asked, "Hello Madam, may I ask you, is His Excellency Trotsky here?" ”

Balanchi heard the movement behind her, and quickly turned around, and saw a strange man standing in front of her, she asked, "Hello, I am his wife, do you have anything to do with my husband?" ”

Wife.

The editor-in-chief of Thornton muttered in his heart, unable to believe that the wife of "Trotsky" was so beautiful.

Balanchi repeated it again, and she asked politely, "Sir, may I ask what is the matter?" ”

Realizing that he was temporarily distracted, the editor-in-chief Thornton hid his embarrassment and hurriedly said, "I'm his editor-in-chief Thornton." Here is an invitation to be given to him, and I ask Madame to pass it on to him. ”

Taking the invitation letter from the other party's hand, Mrs. Balanchi nodded and said, "Okay, I've sent it all the way here, why don't you come in and sit down for a while." ”

"No, no, no."

Thornton waved his hand to show that it was all right, in fact he was a little surprised that the wife of "Trotsky" was so beautiful and elegant, and that he could not help but feel a trace of jealousy in his heart when he thought of the yellow-faced woman with her wathing bucket waist and a thick voice in her own home.

"Goodbye then, Editor-in-Chief Thornton."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Trotsky."

Looking at the woman who disappeared in front of him, the editor-in-chief Thornton patted his head with some annoyance, regretting why he didn't agree to go into the room just now to sit and chat for a while.

When Garion returned home, Balanchi handed him the invitation.

"Huh?"

Garion opened the envelope and found that it was an invitation to a literary banquet, hoping that Garrien could attend the ceremony as "Conan Doyle", after all, the only ones who have been in the limelight lately, and the only ones who have been arguing constantly are "Conan Doyle" and "Agatha".

Under the operation and instigation of the newspaper, the readers have quickly sided with Sherlock Holmes and Poirot, and it is difficult to separate.

"It turned out to be a literary festival."

Lady Balanchi pursed her lips and told Garion, "Don't turn your eyes when you see a beautiful woman like a flower." ”

"Okay, dear madam, I must be well-behaved and honest, but I won't glance at other women."

"Don't talk to them."

"What if Queen Victoria is going to strike up a conversation with me?"

"Pull it down, just the way you look, Queen Victoria can look at you?"

“……”

After being hammered for a while, Garion reluctantly closed his mouth and glanced at the smug Balanchi, who felt more and more strict since he lived with her.

While the two were talking, there was another knock on the door, and Garion quickly got up to open the door, where he saw the editor-in-chief of The Times standing in the doorway.

"Wait, I don't think Editor-in-Chief Russell is here to invite me to a banquet in London, right?" ”

"Huh? How do you know? ”

"I guess."

Russell was stunned for a moment, because he had an invitation in his briefcase, which was an invitation to a banquet prepared for him. He took the envelope out of his bag. However, instead of handing it to Garion, it was handed to Balanchi, who was sitting beside him.

Mrs. Balanchi looked flattered at the envelope handed in front of her, and looked at the editor-in-chief in front of her with a puzzled look. Russell put his hands on his briefcase and explained, "But this invitation is for Mrs. Trotsky, and the Literati Society of London will invite you to a banquet in Paris, a grand salon. ”

Balanchi looked at Garian with a confused look, but he naturally reached out and accepted the invitation. He preemptively said, "Of course, my lady will definitely attend this banquet. ”

Hearing Garion agree to the other party's request in such a cheerful tone, Balanchi, although he still maintained a friendly smile on his face, secretly reached out and twisted his arm fiercely.

"Sss

The pain nearly caused Garion to cry out, and he glanced at the lady beside him, who was staring at him indifferently with a murderous gaze.

"Oh yes, Your Excellency Trotsky, the relationship between The Times and the Daily Telegraph is now so close that the whole of London treats you as rivals. and looking forward to the meeting between Lady Agatha and Conan Doyle......"

Russell glanced at Garion, gestured with an ambiguous look that you know and I know, and smiled knowingly at the corners of his mouth.

"I understand that we need to cooperate in a play when the time comes, right?"

Russell just nodded, and when he was done, he picked up his hat and prepared to leave.

Garion also hurriedly got up and sent the editor-in-chief out the door. Before leaving, Russell also specially told him in a long voice, "When the time comes, you have to play a good role in the Daily Telegraph." I don't know what they will look like when they know about your relationship with Lady Agatha. “

Garion asked calmly, "Is this to surprise them?" “

Sending Russell away, and by the time only Balanchi and Garion were left, the Silent Woman finally erupted. She glared at Garion and said angrily, "Didn't you say that you would only borrow my name?" Now you're asking me to go to a party, are you crazy? ”

Lady Balanchi paced back and forth angrily, and she pointed to Garion and said, "Are you going to let me look foreign in public!" Oh my God, I don't understand this literature at all. You say, are you here to get revenge on me! ”

"Dear madam, you really overestimate these literati."

Garion patted her on the shoulder, motioning for her to take her breath. He leaned over to the other man's ear and whispered, "You can do this, so that no one will be able to expose your knowledge." Instead, they will applaud your erudition. ”

"Huh?"

Balanchi was stunned for a moment, her eyes full of doubts, obviously skeptical of Garion's plan, she asked hesitantly, "Is this possible?" ”

"If it were another man, I'm afraid it wouldn't work, but for you, I'm relieved."

Madame Balanchi's anger had subsided, but she still punched him and scolded in a low voice, "What a flamboyant tongue." ”

Garion took her hand and said, "Now, let's go buy a proper evening dress and go to the party, when the men's eyes are focused on your beauty, they are already half lost." Believe me, those literati are no more difficult than the other men you meet. ”

Garion flattered, "You are so beautiful, even if it is really Victoria, you are the real queen at the banquet." ”

Balanbui glared at him fiercely, and corrected, "Don't call me Queen, please call me Queen." ”

Garion hurriedly said flatteringly, "Yes, the king, yes, the king. ”