After waking up

In fact, Handel was in a rather anxious mood at this moment. Due to the turmoil of the current situation, they were delayed for some time in the middle of the journey, and even the destination at the moment was deviated. However, Handel also knew that he could not be anxious and had to send Mr. Moore settle down.

This is already a large city in Bach close to the border.

The two of them quickly shuttled through the train station one after another, and then boarded a carriage and headed to the city. Along the way, they were surrounded by an environment that blended prosperity and abjection. Industry was booming, and the roar of steam engines could be heard in the city, as if pressing the button on the city. Many steel hearts.

Snowflakes were flying in the sky, and the continuous rush made both of them tired and hungry. Even Handel was exhausted, let alone Moore. They urgently needed a hotel with food and accommodation to take a rest.

"Mr. Brooke, over there, just that place!"

Moore pointed to the store on the opposite corner of the street not far away. The sign that said "A certain guest hotel" was not very clear because it was missing a few letters. The street next to it was also littered with garbage, but it kept pouring out from the gaps in the windows. The heat, coupled with the bright yellow light inside, makes it look very warm.

Handel was originally a fastidious person and wanted to find a decent hotel, but when he saw the hotel and smelled the fragrance wafting from it, he couldn't move any further.

So the two of them quickly walked towards the hotel, and they could hear a slightly noisy sound inside the hotel while they were still outside. It was said that a hotel was actually a pub and restaurant where you could stay, and many similar stores that were not high-end operated in a variety of ways.

When the door was opened, the rope connected to the door triggered the bell in the store, making a "ding-dong~" sound, and then a burst of hot air mixed with various smells rushed out from the inside, making Handel frown.

"Close the door quickly!"

"That's right, if you want to go in, go in quickly, and if you want to leave, get out!"

Someone was yelling in the store. Moore pulled Handel, and the two walked into the store together and closed the door again.

There were several kerosene lamps lit inside the store. The dim light could not illuminate the entire area, but it could also be seen that there were many people sitting inside. Almost all the tables were occupied, except for a few empty seats at the bar.

Although most of the guests did not stop chatting, many people were observing Handel and Moore intentionally or unintentionally, and Handel and Moore also quickly looked around.

"Hey, two decent people"

Someone whispered something like this, and there was laughter nearby.

Handel and Moore didn't care anymore and went directly to the bar. Handel had already seen the sign hanging on the window display, so he shouted out as soon as they sat down.

"Two steak sets, two more breads, and a glass of fruit wine."

"Okay, here you go, stranger."

The bearded old man behind the bar responded, gave instructions to the chef, then placed two wine glasses for the two of them and started pouring wine. Handel glanced at the glasses with some dirt on them and frowned, but did not speak. , staring at the turbid wine swirling in the wall of the cup.

The food came quickly, and the two of them just ate quietly without any conversation. The hall became as noisy as before, with laughter, roars and even curses.

Because they were really hungry, Handel and Moore devoured their food without being polite at all, and it was somewhat inconsistent with their clothes. This actually made the people around them smile and not be so repelled at the same time.

Handel finished the meat in several bites, scraped the meat juice on the plate with bread and put it into his mouth, then drank the wine in a gulp.

"Delicious!"

"Hahaha, know the goods!"

The old man behind the bar laughed and started chatting with them. The topics were nothing more than whether they were foreigners, what they were doing here, whether they wanted to stay in a hotel, etc.

Handel and Moore were chatting with the shopkeeper and paying attention to the situation in the store. In Handel's eyes, they had noticed at least two malicious looks.

In the corner of the store, a burly fat man stood up unsteadily, grinning with big yellow teeth, and walked unsteadily towards the bar with a cup in his hand. Handel immediately sensed that the man had evil intentions.

Sure enough, the other party staggered towards the bar and stumbled directly into Handel. However, Handel had already tensed up and shuddered when the other party's body touched his.

Although Handel is at a disadvantage in terms of size, his physical strength has already surpassed that of ordinary people, and cannot be compared with more than a hundred pounds of meat.

so.

The fat man who was about to knock Handel off his seat lost his balance and fell to the ground. In the process, he also knocked over a table next to him with a "bang", and the wine glasses, bottles and plates fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Oh wow."

The fat man on the ground let out a cry. His calf was cut open by a piece of glass, and blood flowed out. Many people in the store looked at him, but no one came forward for a while, and instead pushed many of them away. people.

"Oh Barty you bastard."

The shop owner cursed angrily and came out from behind the bar, and then a thin shop assistant came with him.

"stand up."

"Oh, it hurts me to death."

Not only did the fat man have a cut on his calf, but his ankle was sprained. Neither of them could help him stand up, which made the fat man fall down again and let out an even more painful wail.

"Sir Brooke, we should help."

As he spoke, Moore put down the bread and left his seat, and even took out needlework, gauze, medicinal powder and other items from his suitcase.

"Don't move him yet. Alcohol, is there any alcohol here? High alcohol content is fine."

Moore was shouting as he squatted down. Handel reacted faster than others. He used his sense of smell to climb over the bar to the wine cabinet and took out two bottles of wine with the highest alcohol content. Then he turned back and uncorked the bottles. Passed it to Moore and handed a bottle to the burly fat man.

"Drink if it hurts."

Needle, thread, gauze, medicinal powder.

Moore got right to work, disinfecting, suturing, applying medicine, and bandaging the burly fat man on the ground.

The fat man kept wailing during the whole process, and then instinctively used the crude method of drinking alcohol to anesthetize him.

After a long time, the fat man was bandaged, the sprain was checked, and Handel and the shopkeeper helped him to a chair against the wall.

Moore's operations made people think he was a doctor, and a doctor is still very respected. Even the burly fat man who originally had malicious intentions was constantly grateful and thanked him, especially when he learned that Moore did not plan to charge any fees. in this way.

After the commotion in the hall, the people inside had a different attitude towards Moore and Handel, and the malicious eyes seemed to have disappeared. The shopkeeper was even more attentive. Although it was impossible to waive the bill, the food and accommodation were not. All are given discounts.

Moore and Handel were too tired. Originally, Handel planned to take Moore to find another hotel. After this incident, he and Moore stayed here.

At night, in the room on the second floor of the hotel, Handel and Moore lay down on the bed in the double room. Although it was not as good as at home, it was much better than on the train. It was also a rare comfortable moment for the two of them during this time.

"Mr. Brooke, I don't plan to move on. I'll just stay in this city. I've already reached Bach. In fact, it doesn't matter where I go. I will write and ask my students to come to me."

"As long as you are sure, it will be fine. Mr.

Handel said this, and then looked sideways at Moore.

"It takes time for letters to come back and forth. How can you get a foothold before your students come? I don't have much time. I have to go back as soon as possible. I can't stay here with you forever."

"Haha, Mr. Brooke, I am not a child. I have my own way of survival, such as the one just now. I can take care of myself. Before my students come, I will stay in this hotel for the time being."

Handel thought for a moment and nodded.

"No problem. The people here are friendly to you. I will stay here with you for a few days. After a few days, I have to go back whether your students are here or not."

"Well, that's enough. Let's go to bed early. We are all tired."

Moore also closed his eyes as he spoke, but he was still thinking about many things, while Handel's breathing quickly became even.

‘What a powerful and mysterious existence. The world is indeed more complicated than I thought, but the road to pursuing the truth is inherently difficult. I may not be able to succeed, but I am not the only one on this road. ’

Moore thought as he gradually fell asleep. He has never been an idealist. In the self-definition of the soul, he is a fighter.