Having cleaned himself up, Logan is still a charismatic man, who can make people feel comfortable with a simple smile, a nod and just the right language. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Edith welcomes Logan's arrival, and Mrs. Valen is simply fascinated by this handsome young man. She held a cup of black tea, leaned against the door frame, and stared straight at Logan. The tea was already cold, but she didn't realize it, and she was immersed in her own happy atmosphere.

"The cookies you made are so delicious. Being stared at all the time, Logan didn't feel uncomfortable, and still said generously and refreshingly: "Being able to taste such refreshments, I immediately feel like I'm alive again." ”

"Oh, thanks for the compliment, just the biscuits with some whipped cream and raisins. Mrs. Valen said in a trance, "I can make some more for you alone, if you wish." ”

"Godmother!" Edith brought a pot of freshly brewed tea, placed it on the table in the living room, and dragged Mrs. Valen away by the arm, "Come with me to prepare dinner, and let the three men have a good talk......

"I think the British are quite welcoming. Logan's words almost caused Zhao Mai to squirt out the tea, and Tolkien's face was full of embarrassment. He unhurriedly took out his pipe, and used the action of cleaning the smoke pot to sort out his thoughts and calm his emotions.

"Who did you meet this time, and why were you beaten so badly?" asked Tolkien.

"Hey, I've been to France since I left you, and I still have some old debts to pay in Reims, and I can't afford to lose my good reputation for credit. As a result, I got the road sign wrong - presumably the local troops deliberately reversed the road sign, and it should not have been my fault - I arrived in Manet. On the way, I met a group of Germans, and I had a speculative conversation with one of them, Johann Schmidt, and went to his house. ”

"Originally, this matter was fine, I was just looking for a place to stay, but I didn't expect the Entente army to kill me soon. John's house was flattened by artillery, and we had no choice but to retreat. In this way, I took him all the way from Cologne to Essen. I figured out a way to take him around the lines of both sides all the way to Amsterdam. ”

Tolkien took a drag on his cigarette and exclaimed, "You've been on the whole front several times!

"It's okay, he has a distant relative in Amsterdam, a shoemaker, and he looks pretty decent. I entrusted him to the family. Logan ate another biscuit, wiped his mouth, and said, "Amsterdam is full of spies from both sides, and I can smell them from afar." Originally, I was drinking in a tavern, thinking about where to go later, and it turned out to be ......"

"And someone came to beat you?" Tolkien asked, apparently unaware of Logan's routine.

"No, I saw a beautiful woman, very beautiful - even though she had a bad temper and hard fists, I would say she was beautiful. I thought, as a gentleman, in such a dangerous place, I should protect her, that's the least politeness, right? ”

Zhao Mai pricked up his ears to hear what was going on, but Logan said very briefly: "Then there was a fight." ”

Tolkien's pipe stopped in mid-air, and before Zhao Mai's biscuit could be put in his mouth, the story came to an abrupt end. "What do you want to do, to hear how I was beaten so badly that I was thrown into the sea and drifted all the way back to England?

"That's not how the story should be told. Tolkien shook his head: "Since you don't want to go into details, forget it." Can you tell me about that beautiful woman, she's a wizard and uses a spell against you?"

"No, it was a pure warrior who took me down with his fists. Logan snorted, "Later, when I thought about it, it wasn't the strength and speed that humans could have, and she wasn't old enough to master such good combat skills. I'm over 80 years old, she has to be at least a few hundred years old, and she's going to have to train all the time!"

"Then you should always know which side she is on, the Entente or the Allies?"

"It's the Entente. Halfway through the fight, an American appeared next to her, in the uniform of a civilian official, probably a staff officer or a diplomat or something. That's when I learned the woman's name, Diana Prince. ”

The teacup in Zhao Mai's hand fell, and was caught by him with his psychic ability before it smashed to the floor. "Who did you meet? Diana Prince? Are you sure it's the name?"

"What, you know her?"

"Does she have a pair of silver bracelets on her wrists, a sword and shield for weapons, and a lasso around her waist?"

"I saw the silver bracelet and the lasso, but not the sword and the shield. Logan leaned forward: "She still has a special weapon? That fist can be directly demolished the house, what are you doing with a long sword and shield?

"I guess you're useless, right?" Zhao Mai relieved himself and teased.

"Of course, I'll let her. Logan laughed twice: "Since you know her, tell me where she came from?"

"That's the princess and heir to the throne of the Amazons, a demigod. Zhao Mai thought for a while and said, "Legend has it that she will not grow old and will not die." She has been training since she was born, archery and swords, so she should be quite good at martial arts. I haven't met her, though, I've heard all of this. ”

"Isn't the Amazonian warrior a myth, and the Amazon is best at archery, right?" Tolkien put down his pipe, habitually took out the small notebook he had with him, and recorded his inspirations: a young and beautiful woman who is immortal, good at using longbows and hand-to-hand martial arts. "Mike, where did you hear about these things?"

"China has a history of more than 5,000 years, so it's normal to hear more stories. Zhao Mai snorted and passed perfunctorily. If only I could be in Amsterdam, at least I could see a Wolverine vs Wonder Woman. Although it is unlikely that there will be a love scene between these two, there are enough action scenes!

Tolkien was not concerned with love and action, but more concerned with reality: "If such a strong warrior had helped, I think the Entente would have won this war." ”

"That woman is of little use to the war, you must know that the front line is basically immobile. Rogan has a different opinion: "Colds are everywhere, and sick numbers have become commonplace. Do you know how I got through the lines? I just had to listen to the coughs and sneezes to get around the sentry post. It's already like this, what else is there to fight?" (To be continued.) )