Facing the righteous and awe-inspiring Wellington, Zhang Chujiu turned around and was about to say something, but found that the casual clothes on Wellington's body had disappeared, and had become the electronic armor on the sci-fi character 'Iron Man', a close-fitting armor very similar, and the facial features carved on the mask could still vividly display expressions, and he couldn't help choking.

"This is the treasure 'Kamen Rider' found in the Immortal Realm 'Fairy Lake', and it is 100% compatible with me," Seeing Zhang Chujiu's surprised gaze, Wellington took the initiative to explain reservedly: "Just now in order to help those who don't have the ability to jump down the broken stairs to get out of trouble, I can only use it." ”

The treasure is actually a magic weapon, but because of the differences between the eastern and western cultures of Lanxing, the name is different.

And the fit of the West is the degree of recognition of the Lord of the East, and the fit of 100% means that the treasure has become someone's exclusive magic weapon, and no one else can use it unless the owner allows it.

Although the magic weapon is precious, it is normal to have one or two pieces with Wellington's illustrious background, Zhang Chujiu came back to his senses and said: "Cool treasure, a bit like Iron Man's armor, but it looks more exquisite." ”

"Thank you for the compliment, MrZhang. Wellington nodded in acknowledgement, "But now is not the time to discuss the armor of Kamen Rider or Iron Man, which is more beautifully made."

Just now everyone made a decision, and after a short rest, they left 11 Popton Street and rushed to the palace.

There are three reasons, one is that although London has the best urban drainage system in Europe, even if the rainfall is amazing now, we can support it for a long time without flooding, but since we have chosen to take the initiative to ask for help, it is undoubtedly the wisest choice to go to the royal palace with the highest terrain in the whole city;

Second, in the event of a disaster, the government will give priority to protecting the safety of the royal family, and we can easily catch a 'free ride' and get rescue after arriving at the palace;

The third is that the royal palace is only about 3 kilometers away from Popton Street, and if you drive slowly, it can be reached in a maximum of 10 minutes, and the road is also very close. ”

"Are you sure you want to go out in such a heavy rain?" Although Wellington had a good reason, Zhang Chujiu was still faintly uneasy in the depths of his heart, and retreated and made his debut.

"That's the best way out for us, isn't it?" asked Wellington without answering the question directly.

These words made Zhang Chujiu intellectually unable to refute, so he could only sigh and say, "That's true, Lord Wellington, then rest for a while, and let's go."

Well, where is the body of Ferguson's butler, I want to say goodbye to him?"

"Charlie said that Ferguson's butler and the two maids in your apartment should have been killed while helping you prepare dinner," Wellington replied, "The body was in the kitchen behind the foyer." ”

Zhang Chujiu's expression became more and more gloomy when he heard this, and he said guiltily: "Most of the housekeepers on other floors are alive, but Ferguson's housekeeper is dead in the kitchen, it seems that my picky eating habits have harmed him." ”

Wellington said with a solemn expression, "There is no need to feel guilty about this, Mr. Zhang.

It is the duty of a steward in Britain to do everything in his power to satisfy his master, and it is an honour for Ferguson to die in the service of you as your steward at 11 Popton Street.

When everything is back to normal, we at Wellington will prepare a funeral for him that is worthy of his identity and contributions, and God will bless him. ”

"I feel so much better to hear you say that, thank you, Your Excellency. Hearing this, Zhang Chujiu's frowning brows relaxed, thanked Wellington, and strolled to the kitchen behind the foyer.

According to the old English custom, there will only be one kitchen in an apartment building, and the difference is only in size.

Although No. 11 Popton Street is rented out on a floor-by-floor basis and there are not many tenants, there are dozens of housekeepers and maids alone, plus the entourage brought by the tenants, and the kitchen is naturally quite spacious.

Zhang Chujiu entered the back kitchen, and soon found Ferguson's tattered tuxedo jacket in the pile of mole hair, bowed his head in silence for a while, and silently exited the kitchen.

At this time, everyone in the foyer had already raised their strength, and as the tenants of the top apartments in England, except for a teenager like Zhang Chujiu, who did not pay attention to pomp and convenience, everyone else had a special car and driver on call 24 hours a day, and some people had more than one.

After resting, some young and strong men rushed into the rain with umbrellas, and soon drove luxury cars in a line and appeared in front of the apartment building.

Although there are many cars, because the housekeepers and maids that the Wellington family has allocated for the tenants also have to flee, there are undoubtedly more people, and everyone can only overload them.

After adjustment, Zhang Chujiu, who was slightly thin compared to adult Caucasians, and three petite women squeezed into the back seat of a beautiful sky blue antique RV.

The car belonged to Wellington and was at the top of the convoy, driven by Bob, co-pilot by Richard, and the Lord himself insisted on wearing a treasure and standing on the roof of the car in the rain, acting as the guardian of the convoy.

After everyone got into the car, the car started and slowly drove towards the palace, because the rain was too heavy, and the high beam of the headlights only shone half a meter, so for the sake of safety, they could only drive at a turtle speed, which was not as fast as a human walk.

Zhang Chujiu, who was sitting against the left window, looked at the rain curtain sideways, unconsciously tensed his muscles, and used the braziness in his body to bless the 'Golden God Keli', and was ready for distress.

During the drive, Bob and Richard, who were in the front row, were angry about Zhang Chujiu's previous impoliteness and were reluctant to talk to him at all.

The three women in the back row also rejected Zhang Chujiu, a foreign boy who was not good-looking and behaved very unsociably in times of crisis, and didn't want to pay attention to him.

There was silence and the car walked away for a while.

The eldest of the three women, who was a maid at No. 11 Popton Street, couldn't hold back the panic in her heart, and suddenly said to Charlie, who was full of the calm charm of a mature man in her gestures, and made people involuntarily feel trusting: "I have never encountered such a heavy rain in my life, it is terrible, Lord Butler!"

Do you think we can get to the palace safely and get rescued by the government?"

"Of course Wendy, it's just a storm, and it will be fine soon. Charlie turned his head and smiled at the maid who spoke, and said comfortingly to a gentleman.

Before he could finish speaking, the car suddenly jolted as if it had pressed against something.

Bob, who was driving, stared out of the window, and through the blurred headlights, he saw piles of bones and hair, and torn clothes, scattered on the road, and the car up and down.

As soon as he thought about it, he knew that it was probably a group of poor citizens who had been forced onto the road by the rat infestation and had not been able to escape from the rat mouth, but he lied in his mouth: "Be careful ladies, we have encountered some obstacles, the car is a little bumpy, don't touch your head."

I really don't know who is so immoral and throws so much garbage on the road. ”