Sword and Magic and Taxi

"I'm really excited!" Tolkien was still talking about it while sitting in the car. He rushed to the Blackberry Manor on horseback, and it was obviously too dangerous to let him ride back not too far from the front line. In this matter, Grindelwald did not intend to protect him, but said "safe journey". Zhao Mai remained silent, only inviting him to get in his car.

"Your car is magical, and the inside is so much bigger than the outside!" Tolkien had obviously generated an explanation for everything in his mind, which greatly saved Zhao Mai's tongue.

"This is Addo, my driver, and that is the maid Dojian." Zhao Mai introduced, "But most of the time I like to drive by myself."

"It's nice to meet you. You have a polite and excellent host. He really doesn't look like the Easterner I know." Tolkien said, "I remember..."

"I think you'd better not talk about this topic. You just need to know that I am different from the Chinese in your current impression. To some extent, I have to say that I am a century ahead of them." Zhao Mai did not want to touch it. When he touched this topic, he had to temporarily cut off his connection with the motherland, especially after 1919, otherwise it might attract the attention of the detached, and the old man reminded him many times.

"Well, I respect your wishes." Tolkien just felt that he hadn't seen enough, couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out. "Magic, magic," he muttered to himself. "Can you imagine that there is a magic school in England, and I can go to school there!"

"As far as I know, there is an enlightenment for the magician child. We are both in our twenties. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"Yes, but don't you still have you?" Tolkien said with a smile: "Embarrassment is really nothing. You may not know that now is my easiest day since the winter of 2016."

"Ah, the Battle of the Somme." Zhao Mai nodded: "Most of your good friends died there. It must be terrible."

"I remember shouting when we went: Mom, be proud of me. But when my friend died, he called Mom, but he was not proud of me, but just wanted to go home. I was with six of my best friends Yes, three died on the battlefield and one died in the hospital. I and the other returned to England, but in fact we all have already died in the Somme." Tolkien stopped here. When he came down, he took out a pipe from his arms and held it directly on his mouth without lighting it. "Broken arms and legs can still be fitted with prostheses. What about the disabled soul? After all, there is no prosthesis for the soul! My friend wants to get out of this terrible world. He has pointed the gun three times. My own experience, the mouth, the sun and the heart each time, the only thing that kept him from pulling the trigger, he was just worried that I would live in this world alone, more sad and lonely than him. I hope magic, and it can only be magic In order to complement the soul, let us regain the original peace."

"are you married?"

"Of course, I was married before joining the army, and my beloved Edith, I think she is the elf in my life, so I don’t have the only reason to hold a gun at myself like a friend. You know what it is Elf?"

"Probably..." Zhao Mai considered the present age, especially the familiar words of elves, dwarves, and orcs, which had not been given great meaning by Tolkien, he could only nod his head and explained: "I can know the meaning of this word by your tone of voice."

"This is a very good talent." Tolkien said: "I admit that the harvest in love has saved me, but no matter how strong the arm is, it can't make up for the disability of the leg. A good grasp does not mean a firm stand.

"Can magic be different?" Although Zhao Mai didn't want to pour cold water on him, he still had to lay the groundwork for him. Even if you have magic, you are still human and will still endure the pain and suffering that humans have to endure.

"It's magic after all, isn't it the same?" Tolkien said, "What could be better than regaining the opportunity?"

Not feeling desperate for the second time is sometimes better than regaining the opportunity—this idea is a bit too pessimistic, so Zhao Mai will definitely not say it. He looked at the road ahead and said to Tolkien: "Well, our goals are all Hogwarts and magic, but how do we get there? I arrived at BlackBerry Manor because I got lost, but I don’t know how to go to England. ."

"Turn left at the intersection ahead and go to the barracks first." Tolkien said: "I originally retired, but I applied for the frontline memorial status-I think the advantage of writing something is a bit useful. There. I know the commander of, so I put the camp over there. You definitely can’t just go to the UK like this, ten of them* will be treated as spies!”

"Can you fix my identity?"

"I can't, but George V can. It can be printed on paper or gold." Tolkien said: "The franc is okay. Originally the ruble was fine, but you know that happened there at the end of last year. In riots, the czar was overthrown."

"It's a revolution, not a riot," Zhao Mai corrected.

"Only in terms of economic impact, there is no difference between the two words."

"I have neither pounds nor francs, but I have gems and gold." Zhao Mai smiled, and Tolkien smiled. These things are actually better.

Zhao Mai drove into the camp of the British and French forces and was immediately welcomed. In Tolkien’s description, he was "a prince from an ancient mysterious family in the East who met by chance on the edge of the battlefield. Because of Tolkien’s linguistic talents, the two finally established a connection~www.wuxiaspot.com~受He invited to visit Great Britain."

I really want to roll my eyes. How can anyone believe this kind of story? But Zhao Mai forgot that this was in 1918. This kind of story is still very marketable. Moreover, Tolkien was a master of fantasy literature (future), and his description was quickly "officially recognized". After Zhao Mai proved his wealth, especially when he took out (to all people on earth) exotic jewelry and generously gifted it to the army, all his troubles were solved.

The letter of introduction, the signature and the stamp of the Legion are the best passes of this era. There are no photos on it-no one would lavishly take photos of everyone and print them on the ID. It will take many years to achieve.

However, Zhao Mai discovered that the most popular one is always the silent Duojian, never himself. He is suspected of not being able to speak English or French at all, or any civilized language. This is a bad thing and a good thing, at least avoiding many unnecessary cross-examinations. Tolkien's higher education and his former status as a soldier made him very comfortable in the barracks, not to mention that the commander here had served in a corps with him, and he was considered a "comrade in arms who had never met." As long as Tolkien guarantees that "Mike Dragon Roar" is not a spy, then he is not a spy.

Besides, who would let an oriental face spy in Europe? (To be continued.)