Guji Guji Guji Guji Guji Guji...

Lorraine didn't know how to describe the sounds she heard, chewing, swallowing, removing bones, cutting meat with knife and fork, rubbing porcelain plates, and of course, sniffing and vague sniffing sounds...

All these sounds were mixed together, and then the maid stepped on the carpet and ran back and forth, and finally synthesized the current multi-channel stereo sound effect - Bell Eats Meat.

Really, it has perfectly explained from a scientific perspective why Homo sapiens could win in the competition with dolphins and wolves and become the only ruling class on the earth millions of years ago.

The answer is the desire to survive, and the greed that is strong enough to forget the desire to survive.

Lorraine reached out to the bottle on the table and was about to give herself a bite of Bordeaux to suppress her shock. This action was captured by Bell's aftermath. He raised his head suddenly, bulged his cheeks, tore the steak, and stared at the hand of snatching the wine.

An awkward atmosphere called food protection was filled with the air.

Lorraine coughed twice, and her big hands clawed the wine bottle, neither holding nor holding nor holding.

"Student Drake..." Bell tried hard to swallow the flesh in his mouth, cut the knife and fork, and looked straight, "What do you want to do?"

"Pour wine for you?"

"But my cup is still full."

"The last order has been served. I guess you may be preparing to order some more, and before that, you will need to drink some wine to clean your mouth."

The knife and fork were immediately in its original place.

Bell's lips shivered, tears filled his eyes. He turned his head and looked at Lorraine affectionately: "Can I order more?"

"Is this my manor..."

"Two portions of filet, three-point rib, and two black puddings, don't cut them, the whole one, and then, what kind of wine is this?"

"Margaux Hill is a home-produced and aged wine from the Lestonak family..."

"Two more bottles!"

"I really don't know what you've experienced..." Lorraine let go of the bottle with laughter and cry, and waved to Finlier in the corner of the restaurant, "Go and do it, and let the kitchen bring the things as soon as possible according to Mr. Judia's needs."

...

Have enough wine and full meals.

After drinking three bottles of top Bordeaux worth dozens of pounds, Hu-chedi swallowed at least ten steaks and three thick black puddings. When he was about to die and not die, Bell finally regained his sanity and stopped eating in time.

The two of them turned to the study, held the fragrant tea and began to reminisce about the past.

"If you want your family to know what happened to you, tell me what you remember before you die."

"What does it mean to tell you what you remember..." Bell moved his body effortfully so that his hard belly would tilt upwards, making full use of the space of his stomach and intestines. "Have you seen me as a dying moment?"

"It's roughly the same." Lorraine compared the position from her throat to the lower abdomen. "From a physiological point of view, what you stuffed into tonight can block the throat. As long as you have a bad posture when you sleep, you will squeeze the trachea and strangle yourself to death in your dream."

"real?"

"So if you have any last words, I will leave them to your sister in person."

"The last words...maybe it's really the last words." Bell sighed deeply, "In short, I am running away for fear of sin."

puff!

Lorraine sprayed a mouthful of tea on the coffee table, and half of the tabletop was wet: "What did you say?"

"I, fled for fear of guilt. The reselling maritime commute to you in Southampton has been exposed. Admiral... No, Shaq Drake wants to hand me over to the military court. I received the news in advance and took advantage of the docking and fled out of the boat."

"You think I will believe this kind of flawless statement?"

"Believe it or not, that's the truth." Bell shrugged.

Lorraine rarely felt spirited: "Okay, you say it's the truth. I ask you, why didn't that Major General Drake hold a military court on the ship? The Lion is the flagship of the squadron and has two command systems. Can't we get twelve officers at or above the school level?"

"I started following Shaq Drake's old man from the Wanderer. He always had a certain influence on the ship. He was afraid that the court on the ship would make a judgment in my favor."

"And what? He is determined to kill you, but he doesn't know to keep the secret?"

"He kept the news very deadly." Bell took out a dirty judgment order from his arms. "It's a pity that the service found this thing while cleaning the admiral's cabin."

Lorraine took the trial order in a doubt, with Bell's resume, the charges and the basic situation of the case. She had Shaq's signature and Drake's stamp underneath, but the jury and court officers were empty, like a real trial application.

He threw the judgment order on the wet coffee table: "The only signature of Major General Drake on it has not spread and can be easily forged."

Bell couldn't help but smile bitterly: "If there was a message from the second person on it, it wouldn't be the response to what you said just now, "He was determined to kill me, but he didn't know to keep the secret."

"That's it." Lorraine said for granted, "A reseller involving more than 40 rifles happened to his confidants, and his official rank is not a problem at all, but if a military court is held, it will be enough to kill you. No matter how you explain this, it doesn't make sense. Although Shaq Drake is unconventional, he is not an ignorant person."

"You know your brother..." Bell seemed to give up the argument, raised his head and recalled the past.

"I escaped from the boat in San Salvador and fled all the way to Kingston." He glanced at Lorraine, "Don't ask me why I went to the fleet's garrison, but I didn't have money. The change I had was not enough to take a boat back to Europe. If I stayed in West India, it would be similar everywhere."

Lorraine never doubted this.

Lorraine knew very well about Bell's family situation. He would not leave too much money on himself, and the fugitives would not borrow money from their colleagues on the ship.

As for why I came to Kingston...

The Golden Deer and the Lion met outside Port Royal. In this case, Bell is likely to come to Kingston to join Lorraine.

And the premise of all this is that Bell said that the escape from fear of sin is real.

He nodded without comment and signaled Bell to continue.

Bell took a sip of tea: "I looked for you in Kingston, but I couldn't find it. I found it on the dock that the Drake Chamber of Commerce had opened a branch in Kingston, and I also found out through the old guy who served in the branch that you have established a manor in Lucy and come to join you."

"If you came to Luci to find me, how could you..." Lorraine suddenly froze halfway.

Miss Orphe's words suddenly echoed in her mind. She once said: "There is a down-and-out man who claims to be your friend. He hopes to wait for you to come back in the manor and is driven out by me."

This is not such a coincidence, right?

The pleasant exploration was rising, Lorraine shook the bell at her hand and asked the maid outside the door to call Miss Orphe in.

As soon as Miss Orphe entered the door, her eyes collided with Bell, who was sitting on the sofa, and both of them looked dark.

"Hmph!" "Hmph!"

Lorraine understood at a glance that they had a story.

He asked softly: "Offi, while I was not in the manor, you said you drove away a down-and-out man who claimed to be my friend..."

"It's this scoundrel, lord!" Miss Orphee replied with a sharp voice, "In addition, he just ate ninety-eight pounds and sixteen shillings in one meal. Even if you have a wealthy fortune, you still need to stay away from such so-called friends, so as not to lose your life."

Lorraine felt the deep hostility from Miss Orphe's words and couldn't help but look at Bell inquiringly: "Student Judea, why did you provoke my housekeeper?"

"How can a gentleman like me, who is kind to others, provokes serious ladies at will?"

Miss Orphee's face was so angry that her face turned red: "Nothing is shameless, shameless villain!"

"Moody, pungent and unruly." Bell showed a disdainful face, "Every time I see you, I always show off with my arms crossed. What? Is the constipation not cured yet?"
Chapter completed!