While Auston was "translating" hard, Wenley Heather Swarosia was putting the barbecue on her plate, without reluctance or pretentiousness. It wasn't until Townsend finished saying "Devil's Language" that the concentration on Miss Wenli's face faded, and she smiled like a flower in winter.

"Townsend, are you Mr. Townsend?" it was evident that Miss Wenli had caught the key in the unfamiliar language: "Or maybe I misheard, your name is actually Thomson?"

"Townsend. Townsend suddenly sighed in his heart, this kind of smart and keen seedling should really be sent to the Imperial Intelligence Department or the Imperial Foreign University, but he still said in "devilish language": "Little girl, you are right." ”

"My friend said," said Auston, who was already sweating on his head, and Townsend was very uncomfortable with not speaking as agreed, "Miss Wenli is beautiful as he has never seen before, and he sincerely wishes that your beauty will last forever, and that it will be as fragrant as a narcissus in winter......."

"Townsend, a warm name. I'm going to eat—" After Alston's chattering translation, Wen Li put the well-sliced roast meat in her mouth, bit it with her jade-like teeth, closed her moist upper and lower lips, and said, "It's a little salty." ”

She looked at Townsend a little embarrassed, frowning slightly and her nose slightly, with a shy smile on her face—Townsend smiled, handed over the silver kettle with a light drink in one hand, and turned the slightly softer roast meat in the other.

"Thank you. She perked up: "Although I lost in the early stage, I am willing to try again." ”

Townsend's behavior, as well as Miss Wenli's response, made the person next to him drop his jaw. No one could have predicted that two people who looked very different would inadvertently sit together and speak together without understanding the language.

Now, the box seems to be divided into two parts by an invisible boundary. The embarrassed Auston, the indignant lady-in-waiting, and the innkeeper stood on one side of the "discord", while Miss Wenli and Townsend sat harmoniously on the other side, in a completely different atmosphere, with their own proper behavior and temperament.

Although embarrassed and indignant, others have already seen that Wenli and Townsend belong to the same world. When they sat opposite each other, they did not need to translate at all, nor did they need to be elaborate and courteous - in Auston's later memoirs, he noted the feeling that all external ornaments were superfluous in the face of essence and truth, in the face of true power and nobility.

"Feel free to do anything. Townsend finally changed his local dialect: "I want to know the meaning of a beautiful lady." ”

At this time, Townsend naturally recognized Miss Wenli's equal status in his heart, but on the other side, Miss Wenli was also secretly surprised by Townsend's identity - such a calm and calm attitude, such unconventional words and deeds, which big family's young master is he?

"It's very simple, I've heard that two of you have a blue snow fox skin. Miss Wenli straightened her back and stood slim: "I beg your pardon, I shouldn't have been so presumptuous, but Mi Lan Snow Fox Fur is worth it." When the priest inquired about the price of fur this year, I received a message that the shop also belonged to my family. ”

"Is it just because of the fur?" said Townshend, quipping quietly, "but Miss, your posture is like a negotiation." ”

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous. Of course not, but I offended a big man not long ago, and I had to make amends with a blue snow fox skin. Miss Wen Li said with some apologies: "This year's production of the Mi Lan Snow Fox is very small, and it has hardly been released. I was worried that if I had someone else come to the meeting, I wouldn't be able to show my sincerity. ”

"With such sincerity, it seems that you have really offended the big guys. Townsend finally had an intuitive understanding of the value of the blue snow fox skin: "Please forgive my curiosity, who is it?"

"Ha-" Miss Wenli's smile flashed with a hint of helplessness: "What ...... this person do?"

"Understood, family, right?" In Townsend's memory, when he offended the old man at a young age and ran out to buy gifts, it was probably this expression: "I do have the blue snow fox skin, but we still have it." ”

"Rest assured, you will be satisfied in terms of price. After a moment's consideration, Miss Wenli suggested a more convenient way: "Of course, if your use can be replaced by other items, I can open the storeroom and let you choose." ”

"Your sincerity is enough, one. Townsend nodded, from the experience of the Yanei, since the other party showed that he was determined to win, if he didn't agree, it would become a bad thing: "Well, as for the price, please talk to my friend." ”

"Thank you very much. Miss Wenli's expression was noticeably more relaxed: "Will Mr. Townsend still stay here?" I would like to invite you to come and taste the flavors of this place. ”

"Thank you for the invitation, I'm not really particular about food. Townsend was not very interested in this kind of courtesy invitation: "Besides, my friend still has some things to do, so we will add some supplies and leave." ”

"It's a pity. Miss Wenli nodded understandingly: "I wish you all the best." ”

The value of a complete blue snow fox fur far exceeded Townsend's estimate, so much so that Auston had to go to the comptoir to make savings, but fortunately, the comptoir was also owned by the Swarosia family. It didn't take long for the pile of gold coins to turn into a neat stack of bills, and Townsend told Auston to take them to buy the carriage and other belongings, while he waited at the entrance of town.

As he wanted to take out the blue snow fox skin, Townsend grabbed the short sword he had obtained from the unlucky one, and while he waited for Auston, he sat in the shade of the tree, playing with it boredly—plus the gold coins buried outside the town, the cash was enough, should he stay away from this rebellious country?

The sound of galloping horses' hooves came to an end on the trade road next to Townsend.

"You!" a stern voice came to Townsend's ear, "It's you!"

Townsend awoke from his contemplation, looked up and saw a mighty man surrounded by about thirty horsemen talking to him. Judging from his attire, a mighty man should be an officer -- what does this kind of army passing by outside the town have to do with him? He has dyed his hair and changed his attire, so there is nothing wrong with his appearance? Is it to ask for directions?

"Stand up!" the officer raised the whip in his hand, ignoring Townsend's innocent and harmless expression, and asked sharply, "Where did your officer's dagger come from?!"

"Your uncle!" Townsend chuckled in his heart, knowing that this kind of thing could not be explained clearly in a few words, so he jumped off the roadbed with a backflip and ran away!