Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 147 Lada's Master

Four elves besieged a single Ladha.

Even so, Han Hao didn't think he had any chance of winning. He might win, but he definitely wouldn't win well.

Judging from the ruthless tactics this Radha showed just now, he would most likely choose to return with a certain elf when he was defeated, or leave a fatal wound to a certain elf when he was dying.

Han Hao thought about it in his heart, how to take down this Lada without bloodshed.

"Glanston, come back quickly, hey! What's the matter with that pile of rotten meat on the ground? What are you eating again?" A magnetic male voice suddenly sounded from the front of the alley. It was a neatly dressed man. He is a man, but this neatness seems a bit deliberate, because the stubble on his chin has not been shaved, and the flat hair seems to be pressed down with a comb, and the two top buttons are opened. I don't like what I'm wearing right now.

Since you don't like it, why do you want to go out like this?

Going to a dinner or a date?

It's Christmas and tidying up seems like every Brit should be doing.

Granston is probably the name of this Lada, because when the man shouted this word, Lada turned his head subconsciously.

Han Hao didn't know if he was mistaken, this Lada suddenly rolled his eyes, and the aura of drawing swords and crossbows disappeared suddenly.

The man squatted down and hugged Lada, only then did Han Hao realize that this "Glaston" was a circle bigger than the ordinary Dala, and the man needed two hands to hold it.

"Didn't I just try a few injections of feign death on you? As for running away from home? It took half a month to leave, and that guy Watson almost killed me." The man complained.

Han Hao was not sure if he had heard the word Watson. His English was better than Elvish, but this was relatively speaking. To put it simply, it was easy to pass Level [-], but Level [-] was somewhat difficult.

He wanted to say hello, or ask something about this era, but which word should come out first?

Hello?

Or Hi?

Something called social phobia popped into his head.

"That... I want to ask, here is..."

When he spoke, he was still in Chinese, and he really didn't know how to express it in English.

The man didn't answer, as if he didn't understand, but his eyes obviously shifted a few millimeters in Han Hao's direction.

Han Hao has always been a very observant person, and Xia Yihan has personally experienced this, although the final outcome was not very good.

The man obviously heard it, and probably understood it.

"Huaxia people?" The other party speaks crappy Chinese, which sounds a bit like the corner of the Northeast, but at least he understands it, which is several times better than myself, a guy who can't even speak English.

"Noble?" The man said another word.

noble.

In Britain in this era, nobility should be a word that is often mentioned.

Han Hao glanced at the clothes on his body and the other's completely different styles, and nodded unconsciously.

The man took out a card from his pocket, "You can stay in this place temporarily, but you have to pay, your eyes are different from others, and your condition looks bad, this street is not smooth recently, Even if it's Christmas. You'd better hurry to the address I gave you, and I hope you, a down-and-out nobleman, still have enough money in your wallet to pay for the room."

The other party finished the sentence in one breath, and it was mixed in English and Chinese, which sounded extremely awkward, and Han Hao didn't understand it.

The general meaning is that there is an address on this card, if you have money, you can come, if you don’t have money, you can drop it, and there are a lot of blah blah blah sentences in the middle mixed with a few advanced expressions. The same, forced to rely on a lot, who knows what you read?

The man threw down a card and left with "Granston" in his arms. Han Hao quickly took the elf and trotted after him.

He has no money in his wallet, and even if he has it, he can't use it in this era.

and many more....

He never had a purse.

Who still uses money bags in 9102?

"Boy, didn't you understand what I just said? I said don't follow me!" The man's pace quickened a little.

"I don't want to follow either, but I have no money."

"Can you speak English?"

"No, I can't. I can't speak English."

"........"

It was really cold in England during Christmas, Han Hao couldn't help shrinking his neck.

The man noticed Han Hao's burning gaze.

It was a man's desire for a coat in a cold place.

"The coat is impossible to give you, oh! Shit! Why should I talk to you in the alley? I think you are a nuisance now."

"How do I know? You can only ask yourself, maybe I'm too handsome?"

"Hey! Boy! I understand this sentence! There is no Chinese person I know who is as narcissistic as you."

"Do you know other Chinese people?"

"do not know."

"Is your name Sherlock?"

The air was suddenly quiet.

The man in front stopped.

Radha let out a hot breath, raised her head with some doubts, and looked at the man who was holding her in her arms.

"Although I am quite famous, I should have never exposed my appearance in front of the camera. How do you know that my name is Sherlock? Looking at your clothes, could it be that my brother told you? Impossible, could it be the landlady? It doesn't make sense, without specific photos, how could you recognize me with just a few words?"

The man suddenly stared at Han Hao. This kind of gaze made Han Hao very uncomfortable. He grabbed Han Hao's right hand, glanced at it casually, and then put it down.

"The face is fair, and there are calluses on the knuckles of the middle finger, but it doesn't look like it was left by painting all the year round. On the contrary, it is a bit like writing and grinding. Seeing how young you are, what kind of work do you have to do to feel this kind of callus? Hua Xia Are there any occupations over there that are different from those in England?"

"I thought you were a good sketcher, you could draw other people's faces from their words and deeds, if you drew my face from the landlady's description of me, then you wouldn't think that you could recognize me Strange. But

Now it seems that this conclusion has been overturned. Compared with your identity, I want to know how the callus on the middle finger was worn out. "

Han Hao's mind was confused.

Don't speak such a long string of English all at once, okay?Consider the English level of international friends!

And this callus is really not something difficult to guess, if you are born 300 years later, you can just glance at it.

"It's made by writing." Han Hao replied honestly.

"I know it was made by writing and grinding, and I didn't ask how the cocoon came out. What I want to know is your identity."

"Is it identity?......To tell you the truth, I am actually just a student."

"Student? Do students need to write so many words?"

"Hehe...Maybe not now, but in the future...."

"What does this sentence mean? What does it mean not to use now? Did I understand it wrong? Can you say it in English?"

Laozi went home, excited to cry

(End of this chapter)