Chapter 327: Official Recognition
"I'm really excited!" Tolkien was still muttering about it as he sat in the car. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info He rode to BlackBerry Manor, and it was obviously too dangerous to let him ride back not too far from the front line. In this matter, Grindelwald did not want to protect him, but just said "safe journey". Zhao Mai remained silent, just invited him to sit in his car.
"Your car is magical, it's so much bigger inside than outside!" Tolkien had apparently generated an explanation of everything in his head, which greatly saved Zhao Mai's tongue.
"This is Addo, my chauffeur, and that is the maid Dogian. "But most of the time I like to drive by myself. β
"It's a pleasure to meet you, you have a polite and excellent host, he really doesn't look like the Oriental I know. Tolkien said, "I have ...... impression"
"I think it's best for you not to talk about this topic, you just need to know that I am different from the Chinese you have in your impression now." In a way, I would say that I was a century ahead of them. Zhao Mai didn't want to touch on this topic, he wanted to cut off his ties with the motherland for the time being, especially after 1919, otherwise he might attract the attention of the detached, and the old man reminded him of this many times.
"Well, I respect your wishes. Tolkien only felt that he couldn't see enough, couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out. "Magic, magic," he muttered to himself. "Can you imagine that there is a school of magic in England and I can go there!"
"As far as I know, it's for magician kids, and we're both in our twenties, won't you feel embarrassed?"
"Yes, but isn't there still you?" Tolkien said with a smile, "embarrassment really isn't a big deal." You may not know it, but now is my easiest day since the winter of '16. β
"Ah, the Battle of the Somme. Zhao Mai nodded: "Most of your good friends died there, it must be terrible." β
"I remember shouting when we went: Mom, be proud of me. But when my friend died, he called out for his mother, but he was not proud of me, he just wanted to go home. I went with six of my best friends, three died on the battlefield and one died in the hospital. The other and I went back to England, but we all died on the Somme. Tolkien stopped at this, took a pipe from his bosom, and put it in his mouth without lighting it. "Broken arms and legs can also be fitted with prosthetic limbs. My friend wants to get out of this terrible world, he has already had three times to point a gun at himself, once in his mouth, once in his temple, and once in his heart, and the only thing that kept him from pulling the trigger was the fear that I would be left alone in this world, more miserable and lonely than he was. I hope that magic, and possibly magic, can replenish the soul and restore our original peace. β
"Are you married?"
"Of course, I was married before I joined the army, and my beloved Edith, I think she was the elf of my life, and the only reason I didn't have to hold a gun to myself like my best friend. Do you know what an elf is?"
"Probably......" Zhao Mai considered the current era, especially the words elves, dwarves, and orcs, which were familiar to later generations, and had not yet been given great meaning by Tolkien, he could only nod and explain: "I can know the meaning of this word through your tone. β
"It's a great talent. Tolkien said: "I admit that the harvest of love saved me, but no matter how strong my arms are, I can't make up for the disability of my legs, and a good grasp does not mean that I can stand firm." β
"Can magic be different?" Although Zhao Mai didn't want to splash him with cold water, he still had to give him a foreshadowing. Even if you have magic, you are still human, and you will still go through the pain and suffering that you have to endure.
"It's magic, after all, it's different, isn't it?" said Tolkien, "what could be better than regaining a chance?"
Not despairing a second time is sometimes better than regaining a chance - this thought is a bit too pessimistic, so Zhao Mai will definitely not say it. He looked at the road ahead and said to Tolkien, "Well, our goal is Hogwarts and magic, but how do we get there? I got to Blackberry Manor because I got lost, but I don't know how to get to England." β
"Turn left at the junction ahead and go to the barracks first. Tolkien said: "I was originally retired, but I applied for the status remembered by the front - I think the advantage that I can write something is still somewhat useful." I knew the commander there, so I put the camp over there. You can't just go to England like this, you're going to be treated as a spy nine times out of ten!"
"Can you take care of my identity?"
"I can't, but George V can, on paper or in gold. Tolkien said, "The franc is fine." Originally, rubles would have worked, but as you know, at the end of last year there were riots and the tsar was overthrown. β
"It's a revolution, not a riot. Zhao Mai corrected.
"In terms of economic impact alone, there is no difference between the two words. β
"I have neither pounds nor francs, but I have precious stones and gold. Zhao Mai smiled, Tolkien also smiled, these things are actually better.
Zhao Mai drove into the camp of the British and French forces and was immediately welcomed. In Tolkien's description, he is "a fallen prince from an ancient and mysterious family in the East, whom he met by chance on the edge of the battlefield." Because of Tolkien's linguistic talents, the two men finally established a bond and were invited by him to visit the great Great Britain. β
How could anyone believe this kind of story, but Zhao Mai forgot that this was in 1918, and this kind of story was still very marketable. And Tolkien was again a master of fantasy literature (future), and his description was soon "officially recognized". After Zhao Mai proved his wealth, especially by taking out exotic jewelry (for all earthlings) and generously gifting them to the army, all his troubles were solved.
Letters of introduction, signatures, and regimental stamps were the best passes of the era, and there were no photographs on themβno one would have the luxury of having everyone photographed and printed on their papers, which would take years to achieve.
However, Zhao Mai found that the most popular is always the silent Duo Ji'an, never himself. He was suspected of not knowing English or French, or any of the languages of the civilized world, which was both a bad thing and a good thing, at least avoiding a lot of unnecessary cross-examination. Tolkien's higher education and former military status made him very comfortable in the barracks, not to mention that the commander had served in the same regiment with him, and was considered a "comrade-in-arms who had never met". As long as Tolkien vouches that "Mike Dragonroar" is not a spy, then he is not a spy.
Besides, who would let an Eastern face spy in Europe? )