Listening to the loud noise of the train running in front of my ears, thinking that I am thousands of miles away from Nolan, I can't help but feel a little melancholy. Jenkins sat at the desk in the box and looked out at the rolling snow mountains and snowfields with his face up, lamenting for his misfortune today.
"Could it be that this is to compensate for the luck last night, so the bad luck came so just right?"
He originally planned to ask Hathaway to go to the theater with him tomorrow, but now all his plans have been ruined.
The cat stared at Jenkins with its large eyes, and took a moment to look away.
Shortly after the train started, and before Jenkins could open the Humpawa Travel Guide (1865 Edition), which he had borrowed from the church, there was a knock on the door of the box.
At first I thought it was a waiter or the manager of the carriage, but when I opened the door, I saw a group of young women dressed as maids standing there respectfully. The leader was a middle-aged housekeeper with neat clothes and meticulous hair. At least Jenkins thought he must There is no doubt about the temperament of a noble butler.
"Excuse me, what's the matter?"
Jenkins thought they might have knocked on the wrong door. Although his ticket was the most expensive one, it was impossible to have such a service.
"Mr. Jenkins Williams?"
The headed middle-aged man who looked like a butler asked politely. His speech had a unique charm, which matched the Hampawa language and was very accentuated.
"Yes, I don't know if you are..."
Jenkins glanced at the young maids in the hallway and confirmed that they were all ordinary people. Then I immediately suspected that these young maids would suddenly take out pistols from under their skirts and shoot, but this seemed impossible.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Williams. I am Gretel Reliant. Someone has ordered a better carriage for you. If you don't mind, you don't have to stay here. As for us, the master is worried about you. It will be boring on the road, so we arranged for us to serve you."
He bowed slightly to show respect, and the maids automatically divided into two rows, saying "Hello, Mr. Williams" neatly, while guiding him to the door at the rear of the carriage.
"Um… "
The box of this size that I am currently in is the best room on this train. After all, the church will not be stingy enough to give Jenkins a ticket for the ordinary car, so there is no "better car" mentioned by the middle-aged housekeeper here. But Jenkins thought about it, probably guessed what happened, nodded slightly, told everyone outside the door to wait, and then walked into the house to pick up his cat.
As for the luggage prepared for him by the church, someone will naturally help him carry it.
Turning the handle, the door is not the outside of the car, the junction of the two carriages is decorated with wooden boards to form a narrow but not crowded aisle. Pushing open the door on the other side of the aisle, the whole picture of the next carriage comes into view.
The walls of the carriages are uniformly pasted with golden wallpaper, and stripes like mountains and rivers are painted on the wallpaper. There are no rows of chairs in the carriage, nor are they divided into boxes. Instead, they are all opened up and decorated to look like a neat and comfortable living room. There is even a fireplace made of stone bricks on one side, and there is really a fire inside.
The beautiful maids were busy stepping on the soft white plush carpet. When they heard the door opening, they immediately put down their work and said hello to Jenkins.
Soft blankets have also been spread on the sofa, and the fruit plate and hot tea are also ready on the coffee table. There are an amazing number of books on the bookshelf on the left side wall, and there are even a few pet cats playing with vases on the neat dining table. Jenkins immediately felt that the chocolate was a little angry.
"I'm very satisfied, but I'm just curious, Dorothy...how did Miss Stuart know I'm here?"
He took a breath and was surprised by the environment here, and then asked the butler behind him.
When the middle-aged butler heard Jenkins mentioning the royal family's surname, he subconsciously bent down again, with a respectful and humble voice:
"Her Royal Highness's informant went on an interesting adventure with you. After you separated from them, because of the special nature of that adventure, your relevant news and appearance were immediately passed on to Ruen by special means. Today At around three o'clock in the afternoon, His Highness's order was sent back to Wenquan Town through a special channel, and we immediately started to prepare to welcome you. Sorry, I couldn't find a better way to travel in a hurry, so I can only hang three carriages outside the back of the train as it is now. , I hope you are satisfied."
"Satisfied, I am very satisfied."
Jenkins said slowly, stroking his cat to calm him down, and then signaled the maid to take away the other cats on the dining table. He knew in his heart that the next day and a half of travel should not be boring.
Although Mr. Steward claims that everything here is prepared "in a hurry", in fact, he can find almost anything Jenkins wants to use.
He even found a cradle next to the sofa, and later put the cat in it, only to discover that it was almost tailor-made for chocolate. But Chocolate doesn't like the cradle, it still prefers to lie on the mat or Jenkins' lap.
Jenkins didn't know how Dolores' servants contacted her in just half a day and received instructions from Loen, but it probably wasn't a letter, because Dolores didn't let these people deliver the message give him.
However, the temporary housekeeper, Gretel Reliant, delivered Dolores' message. Her Royal Highness the Third Princess warmly invited Jenkins to stay in Ruendo for a few days, and she has already prepared a warm welcome ceremony.
"But I don't know what the arrangement of the church is."
He thought in distress, and then recalled that when they met on Tuesday night, Alexia mentioned that Loen was going to hold the Ice and Snow Festival.
"But I can at least take a look at the so-called Snow Festival, and hopefully that will be interesting."
The one-and-a-half-day train journey became interesting because of the exquisite travel conditions, and Jenkins found some detective novels on the bookshelf. It just so happened that he was planning his third book right now, so he randomly picked up two books to pass the afternoon before dinner.
The maids prepared some desserts for Jenkins and the cat. Jenkins didn't take them because he was concentrating on reading. When he came back to his senses, the plate was empty, and only a lazy cat was lying aside and dozed off.
Dinner was held in the carriage behind the living room, and the entire carriage was decorated in the shape of a luxurious restaurant. Although Jenkins and the cat were the only guests, the dining process was still very pleasant.
The dinner content is a meal with strong northern characteristics. Although Jenkins has eaten some through the projection, but because of the special nature of the projection, he has not been able to fully appreciate the taste of the food in the past.