Section 6: Wenli-Heather-Swarosia (Part 2) ()

While Auston was "translating" hard, Wenli Heather Swarovsia was putting the barbecue into her plate, without any force or pretentiousness. It was not until Townsend finished speaking the "Devil's Word" that Miss Wenli's face faded away, and she burst into a sincere smile like flowers in winter.

"Townsen, are you Mr. Townsen?" It was obvious that Miss Wenli caught the key news in the extremely strange language: "Or I heard it wrong, your name is actually Tomson?"

"Townsen." Townsen suddenly sighed in his heart. Such a smart and keen good seedling should really be sent to the Imperial Intelligence Department or Imperial University, but he still said in "devil language": "You're right, you're confused."

"My friend said," Auston continued to slander, sweat was already seen on his head. Townsend did not speak as agreed, which made him feel very uncomfortable: "Miss Wenli's beauty is something he has never seen before. He sincerely wishes your beauty forever, as fragrant as the daffodils in winter..."

"Townsen, a warm name. I'm going to eat it-" After Auston's endless translation, Wenli put the appropriately cut barbecue into her mouth, bit it with her delicate teeth like jade, closed her fresh upper and lower lips, and said, "It's a bit salty."

She looked at Townsend with a little embarrassed, frowned slightly and had a shy smile on her face. Townsend smiled, handing over the silver pot containing a light drink with one hand, and turning the slightly softer barbecue with the other.

"Thank you." She was excited: "Although I failed in advance, I would like to try it again."

Townsend's behavior and Miss Wenli's response made the person next to him fall off his chin. Before this, no one could have estimated that the two people who looked very different would sit in one place inadvertently and could talk together if they were speechless.

Now, the box seems to be separated into two parts by invisible boundaries. The awkward Auston, the indignant beautiful servant and the hotel owner stood on the "disharmonious" side, while Miss Wenli and Townsend sat harmoniously on the other side with their own right behavior and temperament, sitting in a completely different atmosphere.

Although embarrassed and angry, others have already seen that Wenli and Townsend belong to the same world. When sitting opposite each other, they do not need translation or cumbersome etiquette. In Auston's later memoirs, he recorded his on-the-spot insights: in the face of essence and truth, in the face of true power and nobility, all external decorations appear redundant.

"Please do whatever you want." Townsend finally changed his local language: "I want to know the purpose 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 and such unconventional words and deeds, which big family is he from?

"It's very simple. I heard that the two have Milan Snow Fox Fur." Miss Wenli's back was straight and graceful: "Please forgive me. I shouldn't have been so presumptuous, but Milan Snow Fur Fur is worth doing this. When this priest asked about the price of fur this year, I received news that the store also belongs to my family."

"Just because of fur?" Townsend joked quietly: "But your attitude is like a negotiation, Miss."

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous. Of course I don't know, but I offended a big man not long ago and I must apologize with Milan Snow Fox Fur." Miss Wenli said with some guilt: "The Milan Snow Fox has produced very little this year and has almost not yet been released. I'm worried that if I ask others to discuss, I will not show my sincerity."

"With such sincerity, it seems that you have really offended the big guy." Townsend finally had an intuitive understanding of the value of Milan Snow Fox Fur: "Please forgive my curiosity, who is it?"

"Ha——" A hint of helplessness flashed through Miss Wenli's smile: "This person..."

"I understand, family, right?" In Townsend's memory, when he ran out to exchange gifts for young men, he probably had this expression: "I do have Milan Snow Fox Fur, but we still have some use."

"Please rest assured, the price will satisfy you." Miss Wenli thought for a while and proposed a more convenient way: "Of course, if your purpose can be replaced by other items, I can open the warehouse for you to choose."

"Your sincerity is enough, just one." Townsend nodded. Judging from the experience of Yanei, since the other party expressed his determination to win, if he did not agree, it would turn into a bad thing: "Well, as for the price, please talk to my friend."

"Thank you very much." Miss Wenli's expression became much more relaxed: "Will Mr. Townsend stay here? I would like to invite you to come and taste the flavored dishes here."

"Thank you for your invitation. I'm not very particular about food." Townsend was not very interested in this kind of polite invitation: "Besides, my friends still have some things to do, so we will leave if we add some supplies."

"What a pity." Miss Wenli nodded in understanding: "I wish you a smooth journey."

The value of a complete piece of Silent Blue Snow Fox Fur is far beyond Townsend's estimate, so that Auston has to go to the business bank to handle savings. Fortunately, the business bank is also from the Swarovsia family. Not long after, a large pile of gold coins turned into a stack of regular tickets. Townsend asked Auston to buy carriages and other items, and he was waiting at the entrance of the town.

Because he wanted to take out the Milan Snow Fox Fur, Townsend grabbed the dagger from the unlucky Ox 1 in his hand. While waiting for Auston, he sat in the shade of the tree and played with the dagger boredly. With the gold coins buried outside the town, cash was enough. Should he stay away from this rebellious country? Should he take Auston with him? His changes are becoming more and more obvious, and he can help.

A sound of horse hooves galloping at the trade route next to Townsend was the same.

"You! What about you!" A stern voice came to Townsen's ear: "It's you!"

Townsend woke up from his thoughts. He looked up and saw a mighty and strong man surrounded by about thirty cavalrymen talking to him. Judging from his outfit, the mighty and strong 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 outfit. There is nothing wrong with his appearance? Is he asking for directions?

"Stand up!" The officer raised the whip in his hand, ignored Townsend's innocent and harmless expression, and asked sternly: "Where did your officer's dagger come from?!"
Chapter completed!