"Please give me another glass of juice, thank you... Well, any flavor is fine, please, ma'am."
Holding a piece of pie with solid ingredients in his hand, John nodded at the other party and expressed his gratitude through actions. Although this gratitude is somewhat hypocritical, here, John believes that it is necessary to pay attention to every detail.
Watching the so-called "lady" with four arms and six legs leave silently to get juice, John took a bite of pie and chewed it slowly while continuing to stare into space in a daze.
This is a restaurant, magnificent but deserted.
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The person responsible for preparing food here is the "lady" who served him tea in the side hall earlier. To be honest, when John came in here and saw each other, he wasn't too surprised. Because he has already discovered that there are very few "people" in Buckingham Palace now. So although he still doesn't know why, John probably already knows that he probably won't see too many non-repeating faces in the future.
As for the "lady" who is in charge of food and beverages in the restaurant... Since the other party seems to be quite taciturn, John has already excluded the other party from the target candidates who can "communicate and test" from the beginning, so he has no confidence in the other party. Actually, I'm not very interested.
Even though the other person's appearance is definitely the most... uh, how should I put it, among the people he has met since arriving in London today? The most special... No, perhaps it should be said more honestly here, that is the most "disgusting" living corpse there is.
But rather than wasting his efforts on a person who seemed completely unable to communicate, John was more willing to spend his energy on other breakthroughs at this time... For example, the floating curtain that he had glimpsed upstairs before.
At that time, after estimating that the room where the window was located should be on the corridor around the corner, John thought for a while and did not try to confirm anything rashly. The reason was actually mentioned just now, because he found that the "people" in the palace were unusually rare - so that meant that every "person" he could meet here was worthy of his careful treatment.
"despair."
Suddenly, there was a soft sound of the bottom of a cup touching the table, slightly interrupting John's thoughts.
"Oh, thanks."
He watched the other person put down a glass of juice, then slowly backed away with an empty tray in one hand, without any additional reaction to John's thanks. John blinked and didn't say anything. He just reached out and picked up the full glass of what looked like orange juice and took a sip.
The juice is not fresh and flows over the tip of the tongue, leaving a slight turbidity and astringency. John no longer cared about where the juice came from, because it was probably the original stock in Buckingham Palace. If you can drink it, just drink it.
And the "many-handed and multi-legged" living corpse lady didn't seem to have any intention of staying. She probably nodded slightly to John, and then walked in again "kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick her head." She walked through the side door in the corner of the dining room, perhaps going back to her kitchen.
A moment later, John, who was still eating pie with juice in the restaurant, vaguely saw that familiar figure that looked very scary flashing past the half-open side door. The "lady" seemed to be carrying something in one of her hands, and she went elsewhere alone.
"Hmm... Are you going to deliver food to someone else? Maybe it's the person who lives in 'that room'?"
Although I can't say that I am very sure, if I really guessed it right, then... the people living in that room should not be "living corpses" - now John finally understands that, although the living zombies are They can also eat and even learn to make many desserts and delicacies, but they have no dependence on these human foods.
Therefore, without eating anything and it will not affect survival and activities, these things that can only satisfy the appetite can probably only be classified as their little interests, right
But humans are different. If they don't eat or drink, whether they are Muggles or wizards...or any other magical or non-magical creatures, they will die.
"Are they Miss Granger and the others from Hogwarts? If so, it means that the 'Miss Living Corpse' deceived me... And what does this mean? You don't want me to know that there are still people here. Are there other humans here?"
Although it is certainly impossible to infer anything based on this guess, maybe even this guess is wrong - maybe the other party just sent some entertainment food and drinks to their "owner"
"It feels really bad to know nothing! Isn't there someone who can come over and talk to me?" John drank the orange juice in the glass, then smashed it into his mouth and said to himself.
After he finished speaking, the restaurant was still empty except for himself. The soliloquy's voice seemed a bit loud, and it echoed slightly in the huge hall, and then it became quiet again.
John looked around, then shook his head alone - is it really true that no one is spying on him
"Maybe I still think of myself as too important." He shrugged, smiling somewhat self-deprecatingly.
After hurriedly finishing the pie on the plate, John left alone through the main entrance of the restaurant without waiting for the scary-looking "lady" to return. Not long after, the other party passed by the side door carrying a meal basket. When he saw that the restaurant was empty, he opened the door and walked in.
The round table where John was sitting just now contained a dinner plate with a little bit of dough left on it and an empty goblet. She calmly put them away, put them both into the basket in her arm, and then turned around and walked out of the restaurant. left.
When I opened the rattan dinner basket, I saw a pale head with dull eyes, occupying most of the space of the basket.
If John could see it, he would definitely find it very familiar, because the owner of this face is called "Manster Jonker".
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When John walked out of the restaurant, he didn't wander around anymore, and he didn't have the urge to give up his usual caution and run to a certain room to test something. He planned to go back to his room to rest.
However, on the way, he still stopped by the garden.
In fact, because most areas of the UK are now in a long period of darkness, and because the entire city of London has been frozen some time ago, most of the plants in the Buckingham Palace Garden, which was originally well-maintained and beautiful, have long since Withered and ruined.
In short, there's really not much to see here.
Therefore, of course John is not here to enjoy the beautiful scenery, he just wants to have a good relationship with the living corpse girl "White Night" in front of him.
At least in his opinion, this "girl" is probably the easiest to contact here, isn't it