Returning from Luther, Dai Lan was also really tired.

Since he crossed over from the 21st century, he has hardly taken a second of rest. Considering that there is a time difference of almost five hundred years, it is really not easy for the young man.

In his makeshift cottage at Celtic Castle, Dai Lan clasped his head in his hands, desperately remembering the row of dancing villains he had seen in the Triangle. He insisted that it was a set of coded messages that had something to do with the Mage or the Theon Alliance.

Pick up the oil lamp on the table and concentrate on the paper. There wasn't much time, and a row of crooked dolls jumped onto the paper.

Some stretch their limbs, some combine their legs, and some hold a small square flag. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is nothing more than a naughty child scribbling on his hands.

Dai Lan was not a genius at memory, and with only a few seconds to freeze time, he could barely remember the first eight patterns at the moment. And Dai Lan checked it at the beginning, and there were a total of 13 villains.

That's a whole short of the last five!

With a long sigh, Dai Lan was a little helpless, and gently stroked it with his slender fingers. Feel the corners of the paper.

"The next one is: the right leg is raised while the arms are spread upwards at a 45-degree angle. Next: Squat with both legs, pinch your waist with your left hand, and raise your right arm ......" Suddenly the voice of the butler Murray came from his head, "Dear Mr. Dai Lan, borrowing the nerve information transmitted from your eyes, I just deliberately wrote down a few dancing villain patterns from back to front. This time it should be all completed. ”

"Time freeze frame doesn't work for you?" Dai Lan asked.

"Don't forget, my little master, that I'm an old man who is now bound to you."

With a snap of his fingers, Dai Lan touched his mouth leisurely and said with a smile: "You are really my good housekeeper." This dancing figure is very important to us. Maybe it has something to do with the Magicians and the Cyne Alliance. ”

Murray suddenly remembered something, stamped his foot vigorously, and exclaimed excitedly: "Oh my God! Could it be the dancing villain password? Can't, can't. Conan Doyle (Sir-Arthur-Ignatius-Conan-Doyle, what a long name) would not invent them until 400 years later! ”

The old butler's movements really stepped on Dai Lan's nerves, his head was like a needle prick, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Damn Murray! Why are you making such a big move! ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my dear Young Master Dai Lan, I'm not excited."

For this old Scottish man in his head, Dai Lan can't beat or scold. There were many times when he really wanted to pour a pot of boiling hot water on his head, so that the old man would look good.

Shaking his head, Dai Lan put the piece of paper on the table and said softly: "As far as I know, Conan Doyle borrowed other people's ideas to create a similar password. This graffiti cipher existed in the first century BC. We have to decipher it. ”

"So, Mr. Dai Lan, why are you sure that this password has something to do with the Seon Alliance?"

"I'm not so sure. It's just that I found that Emily's expression when she looked at the solar system ring was exactly the same as when she looked at these villains today, they were all that kind of divine and determined. ”

Murray did not speak, noncommittal.

Dai Lan looked at the white paper with the dancing villain painted twice, carefully folded it and put it in the inner pocket of his chest, and said: "There are only 13 villains now, and it is not easy to make a judgment, let's wait for more news." ”

After dinner, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door.

James, the pharmonist knight, came in from the outside in heavy armor, sweating profusely. As he walked, he shouted, "Hey, hey! My brother Dai Lan, the house is all done, and you can move in next Monday. Well, Mr. Migregan is such an unfortunate man. ”

"Oh, what the hell is going on?"

Wiping the sweat from his face, James found a square stool and sat down, cleared his throat and said, "I said Brother Dai Lan, you have to let me drink two sips of water first." The ghost weather in Scotland, it is still so depressing on a rainy night. ”

Dai Lan smiled and shook his head, there was really no way to take this eldest lady's loyal number one bodyguard.

Since Emily was saved, James has treated Dai Lan as his own brother and become his best friend. Even, many times it was Dai Lan who told James to do things.

This oriental young man has had a leadership momentum since he was a child.

James gave a brief introduction to Rachel Jr.'s home in Luther.

Rachel's family name is Migregan and she is from Ireland. His father, Wise. Uncle Migregan used to be a blacksmith. In order to be able to eat a full meal, he later went to the Kingdom of Scotland and became a mercenary for a nobleman. married Aunt Susan as his wife, and within a few years, he had two little guys, his sister Rachel and his younger brother Jonathan.

At the end of the First Anglo-French War of Wizards, Uncle Wise was unfortunately shot in the left leg by a knight's arrow, and although he saved his life, he was disabled in the leg. Unable to continue as a soldier, he settled in Dundee with a severance pay of more than two dozen gold louis.

Almost all the savings were spent to buy a small two-story building and a few acres of orchards. Every year, I barely make ends meet with the hard-earned money from selling fruit and doing odd jobs for Aunt Susan.

Speaking of emotion, James almost burst into tears.

The matter of the house was settled, and Dai Lan got rid of the boss's heart disease.

He knocked on the side again, asking for information about Bruno's whereabouts that he had heard a few days ago. At this point, James pounded the table with both hands, almost knocking over the water glass.

"That dastardly Griff. He was now in charge of most of the knights in the Earl's Court, and was responsible for following up on Bruno's line. This guy is wary of me everywhere, and all the news is reported directly to Lord Jonad. A hint of hatred appeared on James's face, "I really regret introducing him to the mansion in the first place." However, a few of the trainee knights I know well have reported that Bruno has not been seen recently. ”

Every time he said the word 'Bruno', Dai Lan's heart tingled like a pinprick, and then the purple-haired and lovely Joyna appeared in front of his eyes.

Patting James's broad shoulder, Dai Lan whispered, "Everything will be fine." If you protect the eldest lady well, it will be a great credit. ”

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Early next Monday morning, Dai Lan woke up. Carefully inspect every nook and cranny of the house to make sure nothing is left behind.

I simply tidied up my outfit in front of the mirror, and deliberately did not wear the knight's armor of the Earl's Court. Carrying the cowhide bag given by James cross-body, it contained the "Selected Tang Poems" and the advance of a month's salary, 15 silver crowns. The humble Thor's blade pinned to his waist.

Dai Lan asked the titular regimental commander, James Knight, for a half-day off to move.

In fact, he has nothing to pack, and he can be said to be alone in the ancient Middle Ages.

Since he couldn't ride a horse, Dai Lan had to hire a carriage and spend seven copper tors, which really hurt his flesh.

Dai Lan opened James' pre-signed deed of the house, which clearly stated the address of the house: 221 Baker Street, Block B.

When he found Rachel's house with the address, and saw the small building that was not magnificent but quite neat and spacious, the haze in Dai Lan's heart was swept away.

How do you say that? Home is always a place of peace of mind.

It's always nice to be able to find a decent, comfortable house.

Still far away, Dai Lan in the carriage noticed that the lovely little Rachel was standing in front of the house, stretching her neck and looking around, glancing at every carriage that passed.

After paying the fare, Dai Lan had just gotten out of the carriage when Rachel hurried over. He grabbed two handfuls of messy brown wavy hair with both hands, and smiled shamefully at Dai Lan.

Mischievous silence, looking at Rachel with wide eyes, Dai Lan didn't say a word.

Little Rachel's face flushed anxiously, bared her teeth, and squeezed out a few words: "Hello sir, my mother asked me to wait for you here." Don't look at me as I'm only 16 years old, but I have the strength to help you move! ”

shook her sturdy little fist, but suddenly found that Dai Lan didn't bring anything, just casually carried a small leather bag, the little girl was even more shy, biting her lip vigorously, not knowing how to speak.

Dai Lan Gujing's state of mind was suddenly floated by the girl's innocence, and a trace of warmth rose.

Nodding slightly, Dai Lan also returned a smile: "Little Rachel, take me to see my room." ”