Calamity Crown

At noon, Old Tom drove his own carriage into Hessetings, the capital of the kingdom.

Old Tom was not a full-time coachman, but an innkeeper.

Late last night, a gentleman carrying a rattan box knocked on the door of his hotel, chose the best room in the hotel, and gave him a tip of 1 yuan.

This made old Tom remember the guest all at once.

I firmly believe that this is a gentleman.

After all, what is a soft-spoken, generous-handed person but a gentleman?

Therefore, when the other party offered 5 yuan to let him come to Hesettings as a part-time coachman, Old Tom agreed without hesitation.

Anyway, there are still his wife and two sons in the hotel, and there will be nothing wrong without him.

What's more, 5 yuan is definitely not a decimal to old Tom.

Ordinary people may not necessarily have this number if they work hard for a week.

Especially the round trip is only one day, it is really worth it.

So, to the gentleman who got out of the carriage, old Tom asked very courteously.

"Mr. Marple, do you have any orders?"

As he spoke, Old Tom took down the rattan box for the gentleman.

"You've done enough for me"

"The rest, I'll do it myself."

"Thank you again for your help."

Goethe took the rattan box, waved his hand with a smile, then turned around and walked to the nearby car dealership - "Simmerk Private Carriage Rental", the signboard reads like this, and in an inconspicuous place, it is also engraved in small characters. Author: Specializing in carriage rental for 30 years.

Old Tom couldn't help sighing as he watched the figure disappear in the garage.

"A gentleman like Mr. Marple naturally needs a carriage worthy of a gentleman. A carriage like mine is really shabby."

Old Tom looked at his slightly crude carriage, very self-aware.

The innkeeper, however, was not despondent.

But very happy.

The fare Goethe paid was enough for him to buy something for his wife and son. When he came to Hestings last year, his wife stared at the hat for a long time.

The eldest son stared at a collection of poems for a long time.

Buy them all.

As for the younger son?

Two grains of sugar is the best thing.

And him?

No need, the happiness of his family is his greatest happiness.

Thinking of this, the innkeeper drove his carriage to the market.

Life is always full of twists and turns.

But there are always little surprises.

It is a gift of fate.

Let the painful life not be so long and dark.

At least, a little sweet.

Goethe ate the tea prepared by the owner of the car dealership, and felt that the pudding in his hand was quite sweet. When Goethe made it clear that he wanted to rent the best carriage and driver for a month, and said that he did not have lunch, the owner of the car dealership brought it immediately. afternoon tea.

"Mr. Marple, is this your first time in Hessetings?"

The owner of the car dealership asked.

"Well, I've been traveling in other countries before."

"Recently, because of the bottleneck of creation, I chose to come to Hesettings to find inspiration."

Goethe said the answer he had prepared long ago.

"Then you must be right!"

"Hestins is the best country!"

The boss of the car dealership looked proud.

"Yeah, at least I had to carefully go around in a big circle in order to avoid the robbers, and I also passed through a lot of uninhabited areas-this is still fresh in my memory."

Goethe nodded and said in a calm voice.

Immediately, the owner of the car dealership became embarrassed.

"Cough, cough, some places around here are unavoidable, but it's absolutely safe in Hessetings..."

"Extra! Extra!"

"Special bonus issue!"

"A homicide occurred in the 'Saints' Hospital!"

The sudden shout of the newsboy brought the dealer's voice to an abrupt end.

He looked at Goethe even more embarrassed.

"Sometimes, there are surprises, right?"

Saying that, the owner of the car dealership blinked at Goethe.

"certainly!"

"However, I hope that our business will not be unexpected-I hope you can recommend a reliable intermediary to me. I need a manservant and a maid, and a house that is safe enough."

Goethe said with a smile.

However, the pronunciation is emphasized on 'safety'.

"It's safe enough, of course no problem."

"The price?"

The owner of the car dealership asked.

"As long as it's reasonable."

According to that set of identities, Goethe portrayed a travel writer who pays attention to the quality of life and has a small family fortune, but is not taken advantage of.

"Leave it to me, please."

"And the butler..."

"The housekeeper doesn't need it!"

"It's hard for me to trust an outsider. In my family...the housekeeper is no longer needed. I will hire another one if necessary."

The boss of the car dealership was interrupted by Goethe before he finished speaking.

Then, Goethe hesitated to speak, and quickly changed the topic.

The owner of the car dealership was thoughtful.

Then, after the owner of the car dealership brought some refreshments for Goethe, he went to do those chores for Goethe himself.

Being so cautious about the housekeeper, the owner of the car dealership has only seen it in some veteran nobles.

noble!

Even the shabby nobles are worthy of respect.

This tradition, which has been preserved in Hessetings for hundreds of years, has not changed due to the rise of new nobles in the past ten years.

It is deeply ingrained.

It's like a tree that's about to die.

The leaves look yellow, but the root system is still well developed, even though there are many borers in it.

Goethe looked at the back of the owner of the car dealership and smiled faintly.

Judging from the changed attitude of the car dealership owner again, he played the role quite successfully.

At least, the refreshments now are better than those just now.

The tea is sour and sweet, it should be honey added to the lemon tea.

The dessert is sweeter, it is a complete piece of pastry, there is no cream, but some nuts are added to make the taste layer richer, Goethe likes it very much, when the owner of the car dealer came back with an intermediary, Goethe had already finished eating whole cake.

"Mr. Marple, this is the best intermediary I know!"

"He has the best network resources in Hessetins!"

The boss of the car dealership introduced.

Of course, such words are exaggerated.

If the other party really has such contacts, it is absolutely impossible to appear in front of him so easily.

However, Goethe did not expose it.

"Poirot Marple."

Goethe introduced himself.

"Hunter, you can call me Hunter."

"Do you have any requirements for the servants and maids?"

"As for the house, I dare say you will be absolutely satisfied!"

Hunter was a small young man, but his figure seemed a little bloated. When he bowed and bent over, the seemingly well-fitting suit immediately became full of wrinkles, especially the buttons, as if it was about to collapse.

"Just a normal manservant."

"For a maid...you'd better be able to cook."

Goethe spoke of his request.

"clear!"

"Shall we go and see your house first?"

Hunter asked with a smile on his face.

"Can."

Goethe nodded.

Then, boarded the carriage that had just been rented.

Two tall horses, the coachman is neatly dressed, the whole carriage is black, with gilt edging, it looks stable and luxurious, there are wine storage cabinets and food cabinets inside, a green radish is decorated on one side of the door, and there is a special one below A place for books.

It was more than a notch better than Old Tom's wagon.

Naturally, the price is quite good, including the driver, 7 yuan a day, serving Goethe from 8:00 am to 10:00 pm every day. If you have other arrangements, you need to inform in advance, and you don’t need to control the driver’s meals and accommodation. If the items in the car If it is damaged, it needs to be compensated according to the price, and the deposit is 10 gold kroner.

After signing the contract, the lease starts today.

The carriage is steady and fast.

The coachman embodies his own value.

Until a figure suddenly rushed out of the side alley.

The coachman pulled the rein dangerously, and angrily yelled at the people who rushed out.

"asshole!"

But the next moment, the driver's voice more than doubled.

"What are you doing?!"

The person who rushed out got up from the ground and rushed straight to the carriage, with an extra dagger in his hand, the driver grabbed the horsewhip beside him.

But before the driver's whip was whipped, the man raised his hands.

because--

A revolver protruded from the car window, pointing right at the man.

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