The concert was scheduled to end at 10 p.m., but it was postponed until 11 p.m. due to the enthusiastic request of the audience. After the headlights of the stage were turned off, many citizens were still reluctant to wander around the square.

Duchamp noticed that in the crowd, the blind father was still holding his daughter, reluctant to leave.

Duchamp hurriedly grabbed a staff member and instructed: "You put other things aside, send the blind father and daughter home, learn about their family situation by the way, and if their livelihood is difficult, come back and tell me, and give their family some help in the future." The staff member hurriedly took the order and left.

Serta hurriedly ran over with the hem of her gorgeous dress and said, "Steri, let all the members of the band hurry to the reception room of the Lane Ford store, my grandmother wants to see you." ”

Grandmother? Duchamp thought for a long time before he remembered the old woman he had seen in the rose conservatory.

He hurriedly went over and grabbed Liermu and told him about it. When Leermuel heard that it was the old Marquise waiting upstairs, he hurriedly gathered the bandmates who were packing up their instruments and walked to the Lane Ford store. "For a while, you must pay attention to the use of the most authentic aristocratic etiquette, and you must not be rude." He tirelessly admonished.

The old woman stood in the reception room of the Lane Ford store, looking at the members of the band Sword and Rose, as if she were her own children and grandchildren.

On such occasions, it is the highest ranking guest who should be the first to greet the host.

Dietrie turned his head to look for Olivier, and when he saw him walking casually at the back of the line, he sighed in his heart, and had to step forward and salute, "Dietrie Kane and his companions have come to meet the noble Marquise." ”

The old woman smiled and glanced at Dietrie and said, "Why are the children of the Kane family so restrained?" I've already seen it in Elon Estra last time, so let's all come and sit. ”

The crowd stood there restrained and did not move.

The old woman glanced at the last of the crowd and said, "That blonde guy standing at the back is so eye-catching!" It's not a native of Rulei, what should it be called? ”

Seeing that he had already been called, Olivier had no choice but to move forward and perform a court etiquette in a dashing manner: "Below is Olivier Langheim, a wandering poet and troubadour from the imperial capital, who has seen Her Royal Highness Princess Margaret. ”

The old woman raised her eyebrows: "Longheim, where is this surname?" However, you sang really well, especially the song 'The Last Rose of Summer', which was my favorite song tonight. ”

Olivier showed a hint of pride, stroked his chest with his hand and said: "Don't dare to be, just like it, but the artistic conception of this song is too sentimental, I will definitely create a more moving song for you in the future." ”

The old woman ignored him and said to the crowd around her with a smile: "You have been tired all night tonight, and have brought joy to the people of Rulei, and it is now late, so you don't have to rush back to school, so rest for the night at the State Guest House in Elon Esther, and tomorrow at noon, I will feast you in the Golden Rose Room, and I hope you will enjoy it." ”

The crowd hurriedly said some words of thanks, and the old woman nodded, and went downstairs, accompanied by her granddaughter and Serta.

"Wow, the State Guest House in Elon Estella! We didn't expect to receive such an invitation, it's so exciting! ”

As soon as the old grandmother left, Chris Percy, the only local, couldn't hold back his excitement, snapped his fingers, and introduced the inside story to the others: "It is the banquet hall inside the Marquis's Palace, and only the royal family members and the distinguished guests of the four famous families are eligible to stay there." The last time we were able to get in for a meal with Ms. Serta's light, we didn't expect to be able to stay in there for one night. ”

Duchamp suddenly realized and glanced at Olivier, but Olivier said disapprerovitically: "What's the point of blindly pursuing luxury, in my opinion, Styri's house is something special, and I would have invited everyone to live with me." ”

Outside the Lane Ford shop, the grandmother, who was already in a luxury private car, instructed: "Inform the State Guest House to prepare the Dawn Radiance as soon as possible, and then send a car to pick them up." ”

The attendant replied in a low voice with a difficult face: "Madam, I'm afraid there is a little problem. Dawn Radiance has just been inhabited by people. In order not to disturb each other, let these guests stay in the west. ”

"Oh, why don't I know, who's coming?" The old woman had an unhappy expression on her face.

The attendant whispered, "It's Count Wen's private visit. ”

"Him?" The old grandmother was stunned, "What is the purpose of his visit in such a low-key manner?" ”

Obviously, this is not a question that the retinue can answer.

The old woman muttered in a low voice for a while, did not insist any longer, and ordered to drive.

Quietly located on the north side of the city, along the square and the streets below the Rure, through the middle district overlooking the church, this much-admired garden can be seen from a quiet street. Although it was late at night, the doors were wide open and brightly lit, and it was the highest level of VIP treatment.

It is rare to have such an opportunity, and Duchamp does not plan to go back to experience the luxurious life of the aristocracy.

Elon Estella's butler waited there, gave the guests the keys to their rooms, and guided them to have a supper first.

After playing and singing for a night, everyone had an appetite and ate unceremoniously.

Olivier picked and chose among the plates where the keys were kept, and said to himself, "Well, there is no key to the Dawn Radiance, so I'll make do with the Night Wandering." ”

Duchamp keenly heard the signs and asked in a low voice, "Have you lived before?" After speaking, I realized that I had said a nonsense, and asked in a low voice: "Which room is good, pick one for me." ”

"Well, this." Olivier grabbed another golden key from his plate that read "Night 2". Duchamp glanced at the key that Olivier had placed in front of him, the number on it was Night 1, and immediately knew that he was the second best room.

After a perfect late-night supper, Duchamp followed the waiter's guide to his room and looked around critically.

"The wallpaper is too flowery, bad reviews; The floor is seriously reflective, and the review is bad; Hot water also has to be sent to the room by the waiter, bad review; The mattress is too soft and the back spine is easy to wear, bad review! There is no dim sum fruit plate on the coffee table, which is still a bad review. Wow, the faucet and mirror turned out to be gold-plated, what a luxury! No, not pure gold, bad review. ”

After looking at the whole room carefully, not even under the bed, he opened the balcony door, looked out, and couldn't help but praise "wow".

It's called the Night Wandering Gate, presumably because of the delicate corridor outside. The corridor is all wooden, zigzag back in the garden, it is night, the sky is hazy moonlight, the corridor is lit up with some hazy corridor lights, reflecting the silhouettes of flowers and trees on both sides, a quiet night.

Duchamp admired this rare scene, and was about to turn some poems out of his mind to take a look at the scene, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure faintly flashing in the corridor.

In such a place, can there be thieves too? Duchamp followed curiously.

At the end of the cloister is the door to this courtyard. There is a road on the other side of the road, and there is another hotel on the other side of the road. The figure sneaked over, leaning against the pillars of the porch, and looked at the house opposite. Just as he was looking intently, a hand suddenly slapped him from behind his shoulder.

"Wow!" The figure cried out in fright, and jumped around, only to find that it was Duchamp standing behind him.

"What are you doing, it's scary to come out at night, I'm almost scared to death by you!" Olivier grumbled angrily.

"If you don't sleep at night, you run to the yard for a night tour, what are you doing here?"

"I, I am looking at the elegant scenery of this courtyard, taking advantage of the night to come out and walk casually."

"Just take a walk? Is the pace of casual walking so fast and slow, sneaky? Quickly recruit from the truth, what is the secret? ”

Seeing that Duchamp's fingers had been put on his face, Olivier had no choice but to tell the truth aggrievedly: "What's the secret, I'm just curious about who lives in the east of the dawn." ”

"Hey, is there a big difference between the two sides? Is the toilet over there pure gold? Duchamp was deeply moved by Olivier's naivety.

"Go!" Olivier knew that Duchamp had misunderstood, and whispered: "There are armed men on guard in that courtyard. ”

When Olivier said this, Duchamp was also aware of it. "So, do you want to check it out?" Duchamp's interest was immediately raised.

Olivier looked at the light opposite and shook his head: "I can't see anything outside, and it's easy to be misunderstood when I get close, forget it, let's go back." ”

The two walked back along the corridor side by side. Olivier didn't finish his sentence, and as soon as he entered Elon Estella, he had already noticed the guards, much like the Imperial Wehrmacht.