The dull atmosphere between Sanson and Eureka did not last long, and as they were about to step out of the manor with their front feet, a pompous sound suddenly sounded behind them, and then Shakespeare, dressed in splendid costumes, emerged from the shadows of the trees of the manor.

"In the turmoil of fate, it is easiest to see a person's bearing, true feelings are not enough to express in words, and behavior is the best illustration of loyalty." Reciting aloud verses of unknown significance, Shakespeare walked up to Eureka with a joyful face, bowed to him very politely, and then opened the book in his hand and asked excitedly:

"It was a touching and perfect ending, and I believe that with a little polish in it, it will become a famous story that has been passed down through the ages, and your sincere behavior has deeply touched my heart, so that I can't help but want to write a little poem for you, but ......"

Saying this, Shakespeare's face suddenly flushed, and then his hands were crossed in front of him, his thumbs were constantly stirring, and his eyebrows were constantly stirring up and down, and his face was like a weasel who had met a hen, how obscene and obscene it was, so that Eurica, who didn't know his character, thought that he wanted to spread some special habits to himself.

However, under Sanson's cold gaze, Shakespeare hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke his request. "But before my generation writes poems for you, can you tell me how you feel after the long-lost meeting between brother and sister?"

"This, it's not impossible to ......" Seeing Shakespeare, who had been grinding for a long time and said that he wanted to ask his feelings, Eureka could only touch his head without a head, he felt a little unsure, what was going on in the heart of the man in front of him.

However, compared to Eureka's courtesy to him, Sanson did not have a good face towards Shakespeare.

I saw Sanson take a stride and walked in front of Eureka, and immediately stared coldly at Shakespeare, who was scratching his head in front of him, his right hand was in the shape of a knife, and he said coldly: "Quiet! The master is asleep now, and if you make any more noise, I'll cut off your dog's head! ”

"Hmph, after all, it's just a mortal who only knows how to wield a sword, and can't understand the dazzling brilliance of human beings, that's a very, very interesting thing! It's really hard for the master to take you tasteless guys with you. Flipping the pages of the book in his hand, Shakespeare restrained his voice while constantly unleashing sarcastic skills on Sanson.

In other short-tempered servants, I am afraid that after hearing these words, they will directly punch Shakespeare in the face, but fortunately, now standing opposite him is Sanson, as a hereditary aristocrat of France during his lifetime, his mouth is not much worse than Shakespeare, and now that his master is resting, he, as a housekeeper, will naturally not disturb Firena's sleep.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I almost forgot something very important!" Slightly adjusted the cuffs of his butler's uniform, Sang Song's sword eyebrows raised, looked at Shakespeare in front of him with a smile, and said lightly: "The master said just now, let you, as the mastermind, hand in a 10,000-word poem for her tomorrow, as for the reason, I don't think you need to say more, you should also know." ”

Hearing Sanson's words, Shakespeare stood stunned as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt in the sky, even if the quill pen he had originally held in his hand fell to the ground, he did not notice it at all.

It is not very easy to write a 10,000-word essay in one night, even if it is made up, not to mention that Firena also locks the subject matter to poetry, and it is very difficult for even a great writer like Shakespeare to write it when considering beauty and rhyme.

"How can the master ...... How can you treat me like this! The whole background was gray-white, the cold wind was gently blowing, and Shakespeare was like a piece of grass, kneeling directly on the ground, muttering to himself, almost the whole person was gray-white.

"Good luck, then!" After gloating at Shakespeare, Sanson turned his head and quickly left the place with a reluctant Eureka in his heart, known as "retardation is contagious."

"Mr. Sanson, is there really nothing wrong with Shakespeare?" Hurrying through the streets, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, and asked with concern.

"On this point, you can rest assured that the guy's psychological quality is not so vulnerable. The reason why he put on that pitiful appearance in front of you is that after he escapes the punishment of the master, you can say a few kind words for him in front of the master, after all, the master is a soft-hearted person, and if you plead for him as an elder brother, you must be embarrassed to criticize him too much. ”

As a long-standing rival, Sanson knows Shakespeare well, and under Eurica's inquiry, Sanson directly pierced his careful thoughts.

Of course, in what Sang Song just said, there was naturally some suspicion of adding fuel and vinegar, but under the words of nine truths and one falsehood, not to mention Eureka who had little contact with all the servants, even if the great detective Sherlock Holmes was here, it was difficult to find out the strangeness.

"Yes, is that so? That's horrible! Hearing Sanson's reasoning, Eureka couldn't help but shudder, and he suddenly realized that none of the servants around his sister seemed to be good stubble.

"Of course, maybe Shakespeare has more information in mind, but that's all I can think of at the moment, so instead of caring about whether he is sad in his heart, you should think more about how to explain it to your companions."

Nodding, Sanson assured him with great confidence, but as he spoke, his eyes often glanced at the shadowy corner of the street.

"Thank you for the tip, Mr. Sanson." Thanking Sansong, Eureka pointed to the brightly lit street not far away, and said softly: "And not far ahead is the hotel where I stayed, you can send me here, thank you very much for escorting me all the way." ”

"In that case, then I'll take my leave here first, and I hope you will be more careful later." Seeing that the inn was not far away, Sansong did not insist, and after making a confession, he disappeared into the street in a cold wind.

"It's a terrible strength, but then I'm relieved." Admiring Sanson's extraordinary strength, Eureka then adjusted her mentality, strode towards her hotel, and muttered even more: "I hope Isabel, this feast is not over yet." ”