Whispering Verse

"Mr. Watson, I never thought cider could taste like this."

Picking up the wine glass, Mr. Bernhardt took a sip of the wine, then squinted his eyes with an expression of enjoyment:

"Not bad, it's really good. Mr. Watson, which winery makes this fruit wine? I must visit them."

"I can't say this, but I guarantee that this bottle of wine is as delicious as this bottle of cider."

Shade is very satisfied with the result:

"Send this bottle of wine to that princess. Just say it was a gift from a friend. It is red wine brewed in a winery in the New World. Compared to the wine produced in the White River Valley vineyard, this bottle of wine should be more suitable as a gift."

He reached into his pocket to rummage and took out two more bottles:

"Three bottles should probably be enough."

"You helped me again this time, Mr. Watson. Please come to my manor for dinner tonight."

Mr. Bernhardt said, then stood up, ordered the servant to pick up the bottle, and left the restaurant again.

This time Mr. Bernhardt left for a full forty minutes, during which lunch was over. Shade sat at the table holding a tea cup and reading today's newspaper. Although his level of Kasenrik was very poor, his proficiency in writing allowed him to recognize the words in the newspaper without any difficulty.

The front page of the local newspaper was about the princess's visit to Huntingdon. The back page was about the financial reforms announced by the city hall. It was said that the number of civil servants would be reduced and replaced by temporary dispatch workers. The third page had news about the local winter horse racing competition. As for the advertising area, just like the newspapers in the north, there are strange inventions such as "body stretchers" and "steam-powered telescopic clothes hangers" seeking investment, or newly opened local shops soliciting business for themselves.

Shade even saw his fellow detectives placing advertisements in newspapers and promising low fees. Foreigners have a bad impression of this kind of guy who breaks the "rules", and malicious price cuts will only make it difficult for everyone to do business.

"However, the Huntington detectives seem to be doing well enough to find such a large space to advertise."

Just when Shade copied the address of "York Little Bee Dessert Shop" in his notebook, thinking of bringing some southern snacks to Dorothy and Luvia, Mr. Bernhardt, who finally returned, was still the same He had a very sad expression, even more sad than before.

The servant pulled out a chair for the Viscount. After Mr. Bernhard sat down, he clasped his hands together and hesitantly asked Shade, who was considering whether to bring a snack to his cat:

"Mr. Watson, if the princess wants to see you, would you mind meeting Her Royal Highness Margaret?"

"Um?"

Shade raised his head from his notebook and looked at him in surprise:

"Princess wants to see me?"

After he finished speaking, he noticed that his voice was a bit loud, so he lowered his voice and pointed at himself:

"Sorry, Mr. Bernhardt, I can't be seen by the princess in a place like this. You know, I will definitely bump into the princess at a social gathering in Tobesk, and I can't let her see it in advance. My face. Even if I wear some fancy makeup now, there's no way she'll recognize me and I can't risk it."

"What if you further temporarily change your appearance? It will make you even more different."

Mr. Bernhardt was very embarrassed:

"I know I shouldn't force you to help, but just now the princess tasted one of the three bottles of red wine. She praised your wine as much as I did, and then wanted to see you. I'm really sorry, but if you really don't "

"Wait a moment."

Shade said with a frown.

【You want to see her? 】

With a whisper in his ear, Shade resisted the urge to nod and said in his heart:

"If I can really change my appearance based on the witch's eye shadow, and get familiar with the princess in advance, it should also be helpful to my plan in Tobesk."

Thinking about it carefully, this is a rare opportunity. With Mr. Bernhardt's introduction, the princess is definitely less wary than when facing a foreign knight. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia De had the opportunity to test out the other party's character and temper.

"However, is your luck so good? The choice given by that golden rabbit leg is really valuable. How many rabbits will I dream about tonight?"

While I was worried about my sleep quality, I remembered one more thing I wanted to ask:

"Mr. Bernhardt, did you know that the Angevin royal family also has ring magicians?"

The middle-aged vampire was a little surprised, but he didn't seem that surprised:

"Of course I know, wait, you mean, it turns out that the contemporary ring magician of the Anjou family is her? Did I think she was a correspondence student of Serkses? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

"The other party is a ring warlock, so is it possible that your disguise can be broken by her?"

Mr. Bernhardt immediately shook his head:

"Don't worry, this is a unique illusion of vampires. It is a superposition of racial talent and thaumaturgy. I didn't use it in Fort Midhill because once this talent is discovered by the local high-level warlocks, they can immediately identify it. My identity, but I bet that Her Royal Highness Margaret is definitely not a high-level person, so you don’t have to worry. In terms of racial talent, I am still very confident."

Shade nodded, hesitated, and put away his notebook:

"Okay, then let's go meet that princess."

"Mr. Watson, thank you for your help. I'm really sorry about this. But don't worry, Her Royal Highness Margaret is a very easy person to get along with. She doesn't have many bad habits of aristocrats."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched Shade's face. Shade went to take out the mirror again and found that his appearance had changed slightly. He looked the same as before, but when he recalled it carefully, it seemed that he had two different faces.

On the third floor of the White King Club, there are rooms reserved for senior members of the club, and the princess, who is preparing to take the steam airship from the local area to Tobesk, is waiting in the room to meet the guests.

Mr. Bernhardt talked with the guards guarding the door in the corridor. Then the guards knocked on the door and explained the identity of the visitor to the maid who opened the door. Soon, Schad was allowed to enter along with Armand Bernhardt. And when Shade walked into the room, the witch detection badge hanging on his chest finally started to heat up.

This means that the princess who took the "Difference Engine" data from Shade at Fort Midhill last time was Margaret Anjou.

The lounge for high-end members is more luxurious than the high-end rooms of ordinary hotels. The red carpet on the floor seems to be made of pure wool. The curtains on only half of the windows in the room were opened, and Margaret Anjou was sitting on the single sofa with her back to the window.

She looks to be about the same age as Shade physically. She has the iconic light blond hair of the Anjou royal family, and her eyes are a somewhat faded light blue. In Shade's opinion, they are not as deep and lively as Dr. Schneider's blue eyes. .

Because it was just daily life, there was no crown on her head, but she still looked elegant and noble in her long skirt. The eyes are slender and the eyebrows are more beautiful than the color of the hair. Her long pale blond hair was tied together and hung down from her right shoulder. What impressed Shade the most was her height.

Roughly speaking, she is only shorter than Shade. Outsiders have only seen such a height in real great witches.

She is not as youthful and energetic as the seventeen-year-old Iluna, not as gentle and intellectual as Dorothy, who has recently become famous, and not as reserved but actually full of passion as Lesia, who is also a princess. Her temperament is more in line with the definition of a normal "princess". She is the kind of lady who can associate herself with the word "princess" at a glance.

There was a very light scent of incense in the room. When Shade and Mr. Bernhardt entered the door, the princess was holding a book in Kasenlik's hand, titled "Pearl of the North: The History of Tobesk". In addition to porcelain tea cups and some file bags, there are also three red wine bottles and a glass goblet on the coffee table.

The maid led the two gentlemen to the sofa, and after receiving permission, they sat down on the couch. Although it was a couch, they all chose to sit away from the princess, and Mr. Bernhardt was the one closer to the princess in the end.

"Viscount Bernhardt, is this the owner of the winery you mentioned?"

The grammar of Kasonlik is very complicated, but he asked this sentence in a very cultivated manner. Margaret Anjou's eyes were looking at Shade, and even if Shade changed his appearance, because of the blessings of thousands of souls, his extremely friendly temperament still allowed him to gain a little bit of the exotic princess. Good impression.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Armand Bernhard grabbed his hat and answered respectfully, and introduced:

"This is Mr. Sherlock Holmes. He runs his own winery in the New World. He is a native of Delrayon and has traveled to many places."

"John Watson" is not used because Watson's name was used by Shade as the name of the Ring Warlock during his adventures. It is best not to have anything to do with this ordinary world. And "Sherlock Holmes" was the name Shade signed for the convenience of receiving his salary when he joined MI6 (Chapter 168). There is no possibility of leakage, and even if it is leaked, it will not be easily associated.

"Hello."

The young princess smiled at Shade and nodded slightly, and Shade said:

"Good afternoon, Your Highness. It's an honor to be summoned by you. I wonder if you are satisfied with the red wine I provided?"

He deliberately used his poor Kassenric as a trick to increase his likability.

With an elegant smile, Margaret Anjou sat on the single sofa and looked at Shade. Shade bowed his head slightly and saluted with his hat. This is the first meeting between a foreigner and a southern princess. In Shade's opinion, the princesses in this world are nothing like those in fairy tales.

They are all so independent, intelligent and shrewd, and most of them do not need their own princes. Whether it is Lesia, who has inexplicable ambition for power, or Margaret Anjou, who is trying to win over the ace spy, they are all better than the story. The prince here is even better.