Chapter 30 Maybe a Howling Letter
The second time Perturabo woke up from the cushions and brocade, he first caught a vague light-colored shadow in his field of vision, but before he could see the person clearly, Identity, his hunger first made his belly growl.
Califon put down the book she brought and looked sideways at the awakening boy.
“Want to have some lunch?” Her slender fingers tapped on the edge of the gold plate, drawing Perturabo’s attention to the grain bread cut into pieces on the plate, which was filled with honey, congealed Serve the pancakes topped with milk and cheese slices, and a small glass of fruit wine.
"Wait until I invent an instrument to detect toxicity." Perturabo lifted the fabric and stood on the ground, walking up to Califon on his sandals.
When he stood, he was still taller than the seated daughter of Lokos.
Perturabo looked in all directions, clearly knowing what he knew the moment he woke up, he still had to confirm it with his eyes.
"Morse isn't here?"
Califon also stood up from his seat and took a step back without leaving a trace, so that Perturabo did not have to look up at her. .
"Father has something to talk with him. And I am here to apologize to you for our negligence and to tell you that you can enter the library of Lokos at any time."
"You'd better sit down." Perturabo frowned because he was not used to it, and then hesitated for a moment in the title, "Califon."
Califon happily accepted Perturabo's title. Way. The two of them sat on either side of the wooden table.
Perturabo continued: "You don't have to apologize to me, I had expected something like this to happen."
Whether Callifon was doubtful about this or not, She obeyed and showed a smile: "You are so smart, of course it is expected. When I boldly wrote to Mr. Morse, he also mentioned how talented you are in his reply to me. A wise boy."
"Did he say that?" Perturabo asked without thinking, and then quickly asked himself uncoordinatedly: "He always likes to exaggerate."
"Is Mr. Morse like that?"
"Isn't it?"
"Then he is very different from you. I only see humility from you." Li Feng's bright eyes blinked slyly.
"That's what he is!" Perturabo suddenly discovered that there was a close friend in the world. It was like taking off a heavy armor and taking away the heavy helmet. He suddenly felt that the world was so clear and refreshing, and everything was lovely.
When Califon picked up a piece of pizza with two fingers, just like taking a snack when chatting with friends, and took small bites of the melted and solidified cheese edge on the pizza, Perturabo couldn't help but take some food from the plate. Find a piece of bread to ward off your belly that's about to sound the next alarm.
"Morse is that kind of person. He is arrogant, rude, contemptuous of others, cold and arrogant, unclear in his words, cunning and mean, has no ambition, gives orders and bosses around, and has no good qualities in his whole body."
He picked up the glass of fruit wine and put it down again, the psychological shadow of the drink still lingering. "Every sentence contains ten reflections and ironies. Apart from puzzles and metaphors, there is nothing that cannot be deciphered."
< br>He took a hard bite of the bread, and after eating something, his mood suddenly relaxed again. He personally verified the truth that sugar can make a hungry person feel happy. "If he hadn't been knowledgeable and knowledgeable, I would have left him."
After finishing speaking, he quietly glanced around and saw no suspicious shadows. He listened carefully and confirmed that there was only one person in the room. Callifon is alone.
Califon put her fingertips against her forehead, her dangling little finger trembling slightly. After a short while, she smiled brightly and spoke: "Before I have time to say, there is something that Morse asked I remind you to look.”
"What is it?"
Califon pushed a piece of folded paper in front of Perturabo. The paper was folded around the center, forming a rectangular shape like a letter, with a wax seal in the center. Scarlet fire paint, with a string of strange and difficult-to-read words on it, like lightning or a dagger.
Somehow, when Perturabo saw it, he had a very bad expectation in his heart.
He cautiously took the letter into his hands, pulled at the corners of the paint twice, and did not dare to open it immediately.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Mr. Morse wrote you a letter. He asked you to open it in a quiet place." Callifon supported her chin on her knuckles, smiling broadly and with good intentions. The vague uneasiness in Perturabo's heart became louder and louder, like a cluster of changing black shadows, always foretelling his impending misfortune.
He swallowed his panic, encouraged himself not to abandon reason and trust his intuition, and then resolutely opened the wax seal.
"Perturabo, I suddenly remembered that I almost forgot to do something..."
A male voice full of sarcasm and sarcasm immediately came from the envelope, and Perturabo was about to The envelope was thrown out as if the hand was burned by fire, and the letter immediately flew into the air, showing its terrifying presence in the air.
"...Don't you really think that if I praise you, your work will be more outstanding? I don't comment on you on the stage, because I am too lazy to waste so much energy. You have too many questions, and I don't expect to explain them clearly in a few words... ”
Califon leaned back silently.
“…Do you think they really like your work? If the first person on stage hadn’t happened to choose your double statue, the citizens behind wouldn’t know how to choose and would simply follow the first person. Do you think you will be lucky enough to win this victory? I hope you have woken up from the poison..."
Perturabo jumped up to grab the letter, and the letter flew higher.
Califon felt that she should leave first out of respect.
"...Let's talk about the statue itself first. I don't know how your vision, which you claim to be as sharp as an eagle, failed to detect the disordered layering of hair on my part of the statue. I also can't figure out why you wanted to remove your part of the statue. The center of gravity is on the unstable soles of the feet..."
Perturabo looked around anxiously, and his extremely efficient brain instantly came up with thousands of completely useless solutions: "I would say he is extremely annoying!"< br>
Califon looked out the window, pretending to be surprised: "It's late, I have something to do, Andos is obsessed with making a more perfect design, I have to find my brother." After saying that, she walked away.
With no one in the room, Perturabo immediately rushed over and locked the door, then picked up the quilt and went to cover the letter that was flying higher and higher.
“… Let’s talk about your performance, who taught you to turn off the loudspeaker for a long time and have a private conversation with others in front of everyone? Do you know how much negative impression that will bring to you, and how many people will talk privately to you? I decided that you behaved improperly and had an affair to hide? Perturabo, I don’t know where your amazing wisdom went..."
Perturabo slammed the window shut to ensure that there was no sound leakage in the room, then hugged the quilt and began to curse the letters, even though the letters were all automatically dubbed and ignored him at all.
"You are talking nonsense. I have gone through a lot of consideration at the time. You cannot make such a hasty conclusion..."
"...And you are willing to drink the spring water from the golden pot. I think you I rejected it at first, thinking that you were smart and saw things clearly. I didn’t expect you to drink it all in one gulp not long after. If I hadn’t been there to treat your heart and lungs, you would have turned into a thousand winds and scattered dust into the purest lake under the plateau. ..."
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Morse had no patience with observing the visiting etiquette and waiting for the attendant to inform him, so when he stood in front of the tyrant's door, he opened the door directly. The moment you walk into the room.
Damex welcomed him with new wine, which he gladly accepted, brought out his wicker chair, and sat across from Damex.
"You also saw it, craftsman." The tyrant said worriedly, "Lokos does not want to attack others, but others want to kill your apprentice."
Morse pointed. Jie knocked on the table with a cold expression.
"Hide your ambitions not from me, tyrant. And do not play tricks with me. If you want my apprentice to participate in Olympia's eternal struggle, then tell him yourself what you will ask for and what you can do. "If he doesn't like it, I won't persuade him. If he agrees, I won't stop him."
He didn't bother to say his "otherwise."
The tyrant put down his golden staff solemnly and lowered his head to show respect. "In the name of Lokos, I will never do anything by force or coercion."
(End of this chapter)