Chapter 722: Encounter with Fors
The carriage slowly moved on the muddy road, and whispers of reminiscence came out of the carriage.
"Sometimes I want to travel, but I don't have enough time. I can only take a car to and from work during a one- or two-day vacation. It's too tiring. In the end, I choose to stay in the dormitory every time I have a vacation, order takeout, and then lie on the soft bed from morning to night, occasionally watching TV series..."
"I have thought about whether to quit my job and run away, but I feel too unwilling to give up, and I don't want to make fun of my family, so I gritted my teeth and persisted for a year. In fact, I planned to quit after the Chinese New Year, but I didn't have time..."
"Sometimes I feel that what is the purpose of studying for so many years, it seems to be useless. When I come out to work, the ideal and reality are too separated, too painful, life is the end Did you come here just to experience all kinds of pain? "
"When I came to this world, I was indeed confused and afraid at first, but I also felt a sense of relief, and even secretly happy about it in my heart. People always have a beautiful dream of being able to start over, or a sudden major change that changes the trajectory of their lives..."
The nagging words were more like talking to herself than talking, "I seem to have said too much, I'm really sorry, Mr. Claude."
After saying that, she laughed again, "After coming to this world for a few years, even the way I speak has been stained with a translation accent."
"We're here."
Outside the carriage, Claude had already seen the village in front of him.
The village called Kerr, just a glance from a distance, he could see that there was an unusual flow of fate there.
The fate that originally flowed forward normally was confined in the small village, forming a small cycle. If there was no external help, it would be difficult for people living in it to break the cycle of fate by their own strength.
The circle of fate?
It should be Him.
Arriving at the entrance of the passbook of the village of Korshe, the horse neighed and shook up and down, not wanting to go on. Claude got off the carriage, comforted the horse, and tied the horse to a nearby tree after Miss Frank got off.
"Let's go, solve the problem early, and leave early."
"Well, I hope nothing will happen to her."
Miss Frank followed Claude with a serious face and walked into the village.
As soon as she stepped in, she felt as if a cold wind blew through her soul, making her whole body tremble.
She asked Claude if he had the same feeling, but the answer was no.
"You, strangers? Are you looking for someone here?"
Not long after Claude and Miss Frank entered the village, a 1.7-meter-tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed, ordinary-looking young man drove sheep and looked at them curiously.
"Looking for a friend, can you guide us to a hotel where we can stay tonight?" Miss Frank asked politely.
"I am happy to serve you, but I need to serve our sheep first." The young man showed an apologetic expression, and then pointed out where Claude and his partner would stay that night.
"Has anything strange happened here recently?" Miss Frank asked again before leaving.
"Strange things? A lot of outsiders come here, right?" The young man shook his head, thought for a while and smiled: "Recently our village is holding Lent, and there are spring elves doing blessing parades, which is very lively."
After a brief conversation, Claude and his partner said goodbye to the young man and went to the hotel he pointed out. On the way, they also met a lot of villagers, who only occasionally cast curious glances, and there was nothing else unusual.
It's called a hotel, but it's actually an old tavern, and it's also the only place in this small village where outsiders can stay.
When Claude and his partner opened two rooms and went upstairs, the young man muttered: "There are too many outsiders recently. I really don't know why they come from the city to join in the fun in such a place."
Dongdongdong.
Claude had just made his bed and put his coat on the hanger when there was a knock on the door. It was Miss Frank.
After opening the door, Miss Frank closed it and lowered her voice, saying, "I just saw a very strange lady. She is also a traveler to this old tavern like us. I just had a brief conversation with her. She seemed to be able to see through my origins and told me to be careful not to get involved in unnecessary troubles."
"Mysterious villages and mysterious events will naturally attract mysterious people. This is a kind of attraction and aggregation phenomenon." Claude paused and said, "Her advice is a kind of reminder."
"I think so too." Miss Frank nodded, "The more this is the case, the more worried I am about Miss Muggle's situation."
"She is still alive and nothing has happened."
"Is this also a kind of divination?"
"Fortune tellers are always prone to receive a little revelation from fate in advance."
"What a magical way."
Miss Frank chatted for a few more words and returned to her room.
Claude closed the door again and took out a set of hand-cranked small grinders from the suitcase. This is a new product from Intis.
It allows travelers to taste the flavor of coffee from their hometown at all times. It is small in size and can be disassembled and assembled, which is very convenient.
Disassembly and assembly, this concept is very popular in Intis, especially in the capital Trier, where many new products such as folding bicycles, lazy travel sofas, simple camping tents, etc., which can improve daily life, have appeared.
Boom! Boom!
The uninvited heavy rain brought the night one step ahead of time. Even with the closed windows, cold wind still came in through the not-so-tight holes, blowing the candlelight gently.
Claude sat at the table, tasting his hand-ground coffee, adding milk and sugar provided by the tavern, and flipping through the newspapers of the small village a few months ago.
Dong Dong Dong.
The door was knocked again, and Claude put down the newspaper and opened the door. This time the person who came was not Miss Frank, but the foreign lady she mentioned.
She wore a goose yellow stand-up collar long dress with ruffles and a light-colored ladies' frilly hat. She had a delicate face and an elegant and mature temperament.
Claude smiled and said, "Although I have a certain degree of confidence in my charm, I have never imagined such an encounter."
"Do men in Intis always like to talk about matters between men and women?"
"Besides fighting, our favorite thing is to communicate with beautiful people of the opposite sex, especially when it is difficult to fall asleep at night." Claude invited the lady in and then closed the door.
"You really need to learn from those nobles in Loen. They are better at superficial work than you, and it is not easy to scare away the opposite sex at once."
"Hypocrisy is what we hate most. Sincere and frank words and deeds are the sun in our hearts."
The lady glanced at the room and raised her eyebrows slightly, saying, "Sir, can you tell me your true origins?"
"You came to ask directly instead of hiding in the dark. Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?"
"Flowers walking in the dark are always thorny, and everyone who wants to touch her will pay the price of blood."
Claude looked her up and down and shook his head, saying, "You are not suitable for saying such things."
The lady's eyes changed slightly, and she looked at Claude more seriously. Before she could speak, Claude explained the whole reason why he came to this village.
"You still haven't answered your true identity."
"My beautiful lady, you haven't honestly introduced yourself since you entered the door."
"I'm from the Tarot Club."
"What a coincidence." Claude said in surprise: "I'm from the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society."
"..."
Fors always felt that the other party was making fun of her. He seemed to know her and was very familiar with her personality.
She also felt that the other party had a familiar and friendly feeling, so she chose such a direct way of contact.