There was a relatively mature Western dining table culture in the Middle Ages. In Huang Xuan's opinion, it was not much different from the modern dining order.
Next to his seat was Mrs. Daisy. It was obvious that she must have been a beauty when she was young.
Now Reinhardt was standing on the left serving dessert to Huang Xuan. Mrs. Daisy looked at Huang Xuan's plate and said, "I like this very much, but it's a pity that I don't have many teeth." She was referring to the dessert that always looked like fried dough balls. , the fillings inside are divided into sweet and salty.
Huang Xuan agreed: "Honey tastes very good."
"Let's eat some of this." Mrs. Daisy recommended another dessert, which is like an egg pancake, but it should be made with wine and butter and baked in a mold. There are patterns carved inside the mold, which looks beautiful. , it tastes rich and buttery, and it tastes really good.
Mrs. Daisy didn't have many teeth, so she refused a lot of meat like Huang Xuan. She had an obvious love for this dessert, so the attendant next to her wanted to give her another piece. He seemed to turn around a lot. When he reached a certain point, his hand slipped and the egg pancakes on the plate were about to fly out. Reinhard leaned over slightly and supported him. The man thanked him in a low voice, Reinhardt smiled back, and everyone went back to their posts.
This seemed to be just an episode, but Huang Xuan saw something different from it.
Reinhardt reacts very quickly, very fast. The average person's reaction speed to things is 0.1 second, and a person with professional training can approach 0.1 second or reach 0.1 second. But Reinhardt was faster. Lorraine calculated that it only took 0.1 seconds. He had completed the series of actions from discovering to supporting the person and stabilizing the plate. Then he slowed down to normal speed and walked back to his position. Even people who were very careful just thought that his agility saved an accident.
But Huang Xuan had to pay attention to him because Reinhardt's speed was so abnormal.
Generally only travelers can achieve such speeds. Unless it can be explained by some fantasy novels, he has practiced internal skills combined with light skills and can surpass the speed of wind.
Of course, this was just an episode, and Huang Xuan didn't pay more attention to him on the surface. But he secretly communicated with Lorraine.
Travelers are relatively powerful beings because they know something that others don't know. Even if they can't obtain energy or resources through transactions, they can still obtain them through the power of powerful weapons. Is it necessary to stay here as a servant? Could it be that there is something more valuable here
Although creating wars or changing the direction of history can gain more energy, what is the current trend in this plane? It was a catastrophic destruction, because the Black Death had begun to spread. According to the history of P11, this disaster caused the permanent disappearance of one-third of Europe's population. Even if there is only 0% similarity, this disaster is inevitable. After all, it is a very typical example in the course of history. The difference is whether someone dies a few days earlier or a few days later, or who dies more or less, and who dies. question.
Even if you get some weapons and blow this place to the ground, you won't be able to harvest more energy.
Unless he came from another series of planes and does not understand the history of this time.
No one can answer the question at present. It is meaningless for Huang Xuan to announce his identity as a traveler without knowing whether he is a traveler or not, and if he is a traveler, for what purpose. And the identity of the bystander is actually the one who can see the most clearly.
At this moment, the Queen's eyes did not escape. She had been observing cleverly and could see very clearly that Reinhardt was agile, he! This kind of skill is very extraordinary. It seems too unfair to just be used as a servant to serve people.
I have never seen this attendant before. With such an outstanding appearance, anyone who sees it will be impressed. If he is new, how can he directly serve as Huang Xuan's temporary personal attendant
Could it be that this person is not from the Cross House? The only person with the right to do this is Princess Margaret of the Latin Empire. If this person is her subordinate, it will be difficult to handle.
Reinhardt's slight smile was also seen by the queen. When he smiled, the grievances and unhappiness in his heart were all dispelled.
She must get him by her side, the queen secretly made up her mind.
The meal was a slow and long process, with performances interspersed from time to time. It was already midnight after the banquet, and entertainment was the highlight in the second half of the night.
The Queen and Cross persuaded Huang Xuan to attend the dance below, but Huang Xuan did not want to stay at the Jazz Mansion. He wanted to solve the food problem first. After all, it was very unexpected to get a lot of food for nothing, and there was also the threat of the Black Death. But it was late at night, and the curfew was the simplest excuse. Huang Xuan could only return to the guest room prepared for him first, and then leave from Luo Lin acted as a cover for him and easily slipped out of the Jazz Mansion.
Put it directly at a designated location? Of course it was impossible. Lorraine had discovered several sparsely populated areas outside the city. After comparing them, the finally selected location coincidentally was near the place where Laura was originally rescued.
There is actually the ruins of the old city of Kaffa. It is said to be an old city because the coastline used to be relatively high and it was considered the seaside. But now, as the sea water has slowly receded over the past few hundred years, people have gradually moved to what is now Kaffa. The city has been basically abandoned since the city went to live in. The originally unstable houses gradually collapsed due to lack of maintenance. Only a few houses are still standing there safely. Although it has not collapsed yet, it is still a dangerous building. The old city in the middle of the night looks quiet from a distance.
In fact, there are still people living there. One of the surviving buildings looks the most complete. It is a church. Monk Alberich lived there. His daily job was to copy books. Years of wars have resulted in a serious loss of cultural knowledge, and many books have been burned, but religion as a faith has flourished in this land.
Monk Alberich has lived here for five or six years. He has always lived a simple life and spent all his income on copying classics. He stopped copying, picked up a candle and went to the corner. Look at the small bag of wheat that I just brought back. Damn rats. This dilapidated area has become a paradise for rats. They live in the cracks of the collapsed houses and come out in groups at night. Today they actually put the rice vats on The wooden lid has been opened. This is a month's ration. Go to the backyard and move a stone to hold the lid down.
Just ten meters away from the backyard, he saw several dead rats. It would be better if these dead rats that stole food died. The sheep in the backyard doesn't look right. It seems to be sick. It's all wet and has a bad temper. It won't be allowed close to it. There's not enough light at night. Let's take a closer look at dawn. If it doesn't work, go to the city to find it. The veterinarian came to take a look and wondered if the remaining money was enough.
Back in the house, just as I sat down, there seemed to be an unusual sound in my ears. What could it be? I picked up the candle and illuminated it with the weak candle light. A mouse ran out in front of my eyes, and suddenly there was another sound. However, there were still sounds in the distance, and they were all going in the same direction.
A bad feeling suddenly arose in my heart, and I felt that the surroundings were cold. I picked up the pen and wanted to continue copying the book I had just written in the middle, but suddenly my eyes were fixed on the place where I had just written in the middle, on the dark purple parchment paper. The newly written gold characters clearly displayed this line:
There is wisdom here. Whoever has understanding can calculate the number of the beast. For this is the number of a man, his number is six hundred and sixty-six. (To be continued)