At noon the next day, Olivier woke up with a splitting headache and the after-effects of excessive drinking began to show.

"Your Highness, you finally woke up, don't you feel better?"

As soon as you hear this voice, you know that it is Limmour.

Olivier said happily: "Little bad, you are always so caring, have you been with me since you sent me back last night, how embarrassing is this, it will make people so moved that they have some thoughts." ”

"What are you talking about, this is in the White Flower Love Hotel. It was too late last night, and your Royal Highness was drunk at the end, so it was not convenient to send you back. ”

"Oh, unbelievable, am I drunk?" Olivier rubbed his eyes reluctantly, opened them and looked around.

He lay in a hotel room, and Learmour was lazily leaning on another bed in the room, recuperating while revising the music he had composed the night before.

Since it was in the hotel, Olivier was also relieved, he got up slowly, sniffed the shirt on the stool, and found that it had been washed and ironed dry by Lilmuel.

"What a capable, thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me wash my shirt." Olivier said happily.

Liermu shrugged: "It's all trivial, as long as you don't be seen by others when you were drunk and embarrassed last night." ”

"So, let's go for our first meal of the day, and we're already a little hungry."

"Of course, it's twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and it's lunchtime."

"Is it that late? I missed a good morning because of a hangover, so it's better to drink a little less in the future. Olivier muttered to himself.

"Since Your Highness is up, I'll go and tell the others to get up."

"When my name is Olivier, please don't call me Your Highness and use any honorifics, isn't this the rule of the game that I made when I was a child?"

Liermu shrugged, and didn't intend to insist: "Okay, then you have to pay attention, in front of my classmates, please don't call me the nickname when I was a child, please finish freshening up as soon as possible." ”

After a quarter of an hour, all kinds of yawning people came out one after another.

In the crowd, only Duchamp's spirit was not affected in the slightest, in fact, the wine he drank last night was not much for his constitution, and in the end it was only him and Learmour who remained sober in the end, and Olivier invited the whole bar to the wine bill, and of course he settled it.

"What's good to eat nearby?" Duchamp asked Lealmu.

"There are quite a few well-known restaurants to choose from on Vonkelstraße." Lilmu said.

"The restaurants on the other side of Vonkelstrasse are too boring, and I'll take you to the other side of the river, where there are a few small but very distinctive restaurants." Olivier chimed in.

"Okay, let's go over there, and by the way, we can also see the scenery along the river road."

From the boulevard to the riverside road, you have to pass through the Cloune district, where the residents are ordinary middle-class citizens, and the yards of the houses are small, row after row. The main street of the imperial capital is centered on the imperial palace, which is distributed in a radial shape, and according to the ancient urban management tradition, there are stone gates between each block, which at first glance feels extremely magnificent, and it is boring to see more. Thankfully, there are also jagged meandering rivers, bridges, and the irregular shapes of old neighborhoods that break up this monotony.

Olivier led the group to the river, lifted the curtain of a nondescript diner, and was the first to enter.

Seeing that Olivier had chosen such a low restaurant, Dietrie couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and he also lifted the curtain and went inside.

Inside the curtain was a small house, with only two tables and a bar, already seated.

Olivier expertly greeted the boss, pushed the people behind him, and walked out. Behind the small storefront is the courtyard of an ordinary family, with a few plants planted in the sparse ground, withered vines still hanging on the shelves, and a few diners sitting in the next room. It seems that this is a restaurant that the owner converted from his own house.

The owner beckoned everyone to go up from the back to the second floor, where they overlooked the river, where the huge street trees hung down their branches and added a touch of greenery to the VIP private rooms of this small shop.

Due to the narrowness of the house and the small round stools and tables used in the storefront, Duchamp was accustomed to this kind of stool, and he skillfully instructed everyone to put together the tables, carry the stools, and let the boss look at the number of people and serve all the specialty dishes.

Olivier is a regular customer, constantly picking up all kinds of requests.

After finishing the dishes, Olivier turned around and explained, "Don't look at the humble storefront, the owner is known for cooking home-cooked food in the imperial capital, and the prices are affordable, and it is famous in the nearby student circle and community." In addition, this owner also makes a fruit wine with a low degree of strength. ”

"When it comes to cooking, there is a gourmand among us, and when we were in Rure, we just had to touch his light." Lilmu said proudly.

"Oh, who's that?"

Learmu patted Duchamp's shoulder vigorously: "In addition to Xueba, who else has such kung fu and takes care of so many chores." ”

Duchamp diverted the topic without a trace: "Listen to Lilmu, in addition to studying at the Tolz Non-commissioned Officer Academy, you are also enrolled in the Conservatory, and the school that implements militarized management like the Non-commissioned Officer Academy, how can you leave the school casually?" ”

Olivier pouted, "I have made great sacrifices to gain this freedom, and I have been busy all day, but fortunately I have graduated from the military academy." ”

"Tsk, it's really not something that normal people can do."

Olivier raised his head proudly, revealing a perfect forty-five-degree angle to the side of his face: "Of course, how can I be an ordinary person, for a genius like me, it is only a little effort." ”

"Poof!" Fang laughed, pointed to Olivier's face and said, "You really deserve to be a person all the way, not only do you look up exactly the same as Styry, but even the tone of your voice seems to be about the same. ”

"Yes!" Olivier turned his head to look at Duchamp, who cooperatively made a signature pose of looking up at the stars at a forty-five-degree angle, freeze the frame.

Everyone at the table laughed and leaned back.

The small restaurant owner moves quickly, and the dishes are quickly served one after another.

"In between meals, get down to business. The idea of recording a record that we have formulated cannot be just for fun, but now is the time and steps to be planned. Duchamp tapped on the edge of the plate and began to cut to the point.

"Do you really want to implement it?" Isaac said happily.

"Of course, I've already planned, since it's a holiday, if you don't go home for a while, you can't say it, let's separate until February 20th, February 20th, or see you in the imperial capital, the specific convocation, it will be up to Lealmu, it just so happens that everyone has also been to their house, accommodation, the hotel where we live today is not far from their home. The point is, the tracks we are creating now are still a little short of recording a record, so you can use this month to become more proficient in your instrumental skills and at the same time create some more relaxing songs. ”

Duchamp turned his face to Olivier and Learmour, and said solemnly: "In addition to this, there is another problem that you need to solve. ”