Chapter 493: The Childhood Sweetheart of the Road

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"Oh, a real meal would be better if there was a decent bottle of red wine. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info "Olivier shouted with delight.

"The wine is good, and it's my brother who came today, bring out the good wine." Lu waved his hand, and the guy in the store immediately brought a bottle of red wine.

There was wine and meat, and Olivier had completely forgotten what he was here for. He excitedly unleashed the "Cheers" skill several times in a row, and quickly became self-cooked, and became brothers with Lu and Gavin.

While the crowd was eating and drinking, Lilmu and Mura finally found a restaurant to fill their hunger.

Lilmuel cursed Olivier as he slammed his mouth towards the boring quiche fork, while Mura dutifully asked the shopkeeper, Xiao Er, about the city's famous food and places.

Three rounds of drinking. Duchamp's face did not change at all, the road was still so dark, Olivier, who was known as a thousand glasses and was not drunk, drank more than half a bottle alone, he burped, and said with satisfaction: "This wine is good, it is still a little top." ā€

Duchamp smiled and said, "Although it is a wine, after many processing, the alcohol content has reached five times that of ordinary wine." Too light wine, the road is not used to drinking. ā€

"Is there such a high degree? Looks like I'm getting too drunk. Olivier muttered, finally showing a hint of sleepiness, which had tossed him enough for the two days on the ship.

The chef came up and asked Duchamp about his cooking skills. Since the old machete returned to Pvwinnis, the cooking skills of the old machete restaurant in Julai have declined a lot, which has also affected the business.

Duchamp racked his brains, and finally thought of a few dishes that required very little cooking skills from the chef, found a notebook, and began to write: fierce seafood risotto, roasted crab meat with almond cheese, grilled sturgeon with white wine sauce, roasted flower nails with garlic, honey lime chicken, spicy fragrant pot...... After writing a long list, he suddenly remembered something, slapped his head, and said to the chef: "I wrote a book called Duchamp's Cookbook, and I remember that I still have one with me, and I will have someone bring it to you later." You can do it when you're fine. Every time the experiment is successful, that one will be pushed on the same day, and the day will not wait, so that the people who have eaten it may come to the door for the special dish of the day. ā€

After eating, Duchamp picked up Olivier, who had fallen asleep, and sent him back to the house, where he was left on the bed. Olivier looked so sleepy that he didn't wake up after all this toss.

Lu looked at his expression and suggested that he also sleep for a while.

Duchamp was also sleepy, and sleeping on the floor on the ship was not a good memory. He yawned and decided, "Then let's get two hours of sleep first." ā€

In the city, according to the enthusiastic introduction of passers-by, they asked a number of restaurants one after another, but they did not get any news about the combination of 'a blonde youth and a cold silver-haired youth', Liermu couldn't help but yawn a lot, and said: "Or we go to the hotel in the city to ask, they will definitely not stay in too low-end hotels, there should be few high-end hotels in the city." ā€

Mura said, "Since they are here to find acquaintances, then they may not stay overnight", but still in the mood of just in case, along the dock, along the dock, the hotel on the side of the road is a little high-grade, one by one.

It worked. When I went out of the messy Mariner Street and arrived at the main street, I asked about the second one, and one of the receptionists gave the answer: "There were two such travelers who came to stay in the morning, and they paid for three days' room in one go, and they came in the same clothes as you described." Their room is upstairs, would they like to show you there? ā€

The student took the key and entered the room. Learmour saw Olivier's shoes at a glance and said happily, "That's right, it's them." The two immediately decided to settle down in the next room and wait for the rabbit.

In the afternoon, the rain kept falling, and the weather made people too lazy to act. Duchamp, who was sleepy, suddenly heard a knock at the door outside the house, and then a mercenary ran in and shouted excitedly: "Commander, get up quickly, Miss Phyllis is here." ā€

"Miss!" Duchamp hurriedly got up and looked out of the window. In the damp courtyard, a woman with curly brown hair and a darker complexion is washing mud from her shoes in a long skirt of local floral cloth.

The road probe shouted into the courtyard: "Fei, come in quickly, do you need to flush so clean?" ā€

The woman, Phyllis, grinned toothily at Lu and continued to rinse the dirt from her shoes and skirt before entering.

Lu hurriedly took out a heater from the room and turned it on, and said earnestly: "Quickly bake and bake, and dry the skirt so as not to catch a cold." ā€

Phyllis looked at Duchamp, who was going downstairs, and asked curiously, "Who is this?" ā€

Lu said proudly, "This is Styri, my brother, who came here to help me investigate the matter. ā€

Phyllis, hearing that it was not an outsider, took the hem of her skirt in both hands, turned it over the heater, and said as she roasted, "My mother asked me to remind you that an outsider appeared in the town yesterday and was inquiring about you. The dead Fillman's wife seemed to have said something to him. My mother said that these people are probably going to deal with you, so you should be careful. ā€

Lu's face changed and said, "Okay, I know." ā€

Phyllis looked at the road and said anxiously: "Don't take it to heart, although you have changed your name, your appearance has not changed, many people in the town know that you are back, those people in the mayor's family, tax collectors, sheriffs, there are many people who want to be unfavorable to you." ā€

Lu comforted her and said, "It's okay, I'll find a way out, how many outsiders are there in the town, will it be bad for you?" ā€

Phyllis shook her head and said, "Our family was not involved in that incident, they rarely pay attention to us, and it is you who need to be worried." ā€

Lu said firmly: "Whoever dares to stop us, I will smash whoever is to pieces." As he spoke, he gently patted Phyllis's shoulder with his hand, his face was close to him, and he said in an accentuated tone: "Don't worry, I'll be fine." ā€

Duchamp was greatly surprised, it was obvious that Lu had an unusual relationship with this woman, and he felt that his light bulb attribute was growing rapidly, and retracted back into the middle.

In the inner room, Olivier, who had been sleeping soundly, magically sensed the breath of a woman, poked his head out of the bed and asked Duchamp: "Who is that woman outside?" It looks quite moving, and there is a kind of simple cuteness of a country woman. ā€

Duchamp said: "It seems to be the childhood sweetheart of the road." ā€

In the outer room, seeing the others walking away, Phyllis tried harder to persuade Lu to leave this place of right and wrong: "I know you swore that you must get rid of Uncle Bavor's murderer, but those people are all wicked people who kill people without blinking, and there are big people behind you, you better leave first, and after a while, they will no longer notice you, and you will come back and investigate slowly, okay?" Isn't that place you are talking about, Pvenness, very good, I heard that the gendarmes can't control it. ā€

In order to give Lu more support, she looked left and right to see that there was no one, boldly stretched out her hands, held one of Lu's hands, and pleaded: "Uncle Bavol and many people in the town are dead, but the most important thing for us is that the living can no longer be harmed, and the most important of these is you." Do you understand, in the past two years, because they haven't caught you, the sheriff in the town doesn't dare to bully us casually. ā€

Lu said gently: "Don't worry, we will leave in a few days, and when the time comes, we will move you and your aunt to Pvenis, and you will no longer have to worry about it." ā€

When Phyllis heard this, she looked carefully left and right, and asked, "Could it be that you have already found something?" ā€

"I just found some information, and in the next few days, we will investigate, and there will be results soon."

Phyllis whispered, "Then you have to hurry, those people in the town, maybe they smelled the wind and sent them." ā€

With a look of 'don't worry', Lu Tou asked, "It's hard to come to Zhulai, do you want to stay for two more days?" ā€

Phyllis bowed her head and said shyly, "No, I'll take the train back tomorrow morning, so that my mother can rest assured, and by the way, I will help you find out about the situation in the town." ā€

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