Hotel on the mountain

Jetro sat behind the desk in the room. The light of the fish lanterns that lit up in the room at night made people feel at ease. Opposite him sat a boy of thirteen or fourteen. His old housekeeper stood outside the door, and they were the only two in the room.

The leather cushion he was sitting on was very comfortable. It was made of the pure white fur on the neck of the floating dragon. Nos Noah felt his buttocks were soft and wanted to sink his whole back into the softness, but he restrained himself. With this desire, he said in his pretended deep voice: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Jetro."

Jetro leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk, and responded kindly: "I am also honored to meet you, Mr. North. I wonder what I can do for you?"

"Very few people call me 'sir'. In my country, they like to call me 'kid'." His calm black eyes fell under the golden side bangs, and he did not show any timidity when looking at others.

Jetro nodded: "Those people must be very old to care so much about you sitting with them."

"That's it!" North's voice was a little elevated. He agreed excitedly, but he knew he was losing his temper and immediately maintained his composure. "I mean, you're right, they are indeed all old. ”

"But we won't have this problem. I'm also very young, about ten years older than you. Then our communication is actually as normal as a thirty-year-old chatting with a forty-year-old." Jetro took a coffee pot from his hand and handed a water glass to North. He poured coffee into the water glass, full of kindness.

North looked at this action and praised: "You are indeed different from other nobles. In our circle, age is taken very seriously by some people."

Jetro waved his finger, indicating his disapproval: "Mr. North, I believe that in our circle, what they value is not your age, but your strength."

North was silent, and after a while he said: "I know."

"So what can I do for you?" Jetro leaned back and put his hands on the seat.

"Actually, it's what I can do for you." North tilted his chin slightly, which would enhance his confidence, but in fact he also had to tilt his chin because he was not as tall as Jetro, "Jetro Sir, I'm here to save your life."

"Oh?" Jetro became a little interested.

"You have angered the other leaders of the empire. They have now reached an agreement to run for the emperor and promised that no matter who becomes the emperor, they will sacrifice your life."

Jetro took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the surrounding environment, and said with a smile: "Mr. North, look around you, why do you think they can kill me."

"Mr. Jetro, I believe that since you have the courage to anger the leader of the Great Chik Empire, you also have the corresponding wisdom. You should know better than anyone else that your life is worthless in the face of a large-scale war between the two countries. value."

North was only fourteen years old, and he should have spent his childhood with his peers, but now he was sitting here, facing each person stating his opinion: "You are silent, so you understand very well, As long as the emperor of the Great Chik Empire demands your life from the Hebrew emperor, your people will take the initiative to hand you over.

After all, you are just the heir to a duke, but you still have a younger brother. Maybe you think you're valuable, but anything of value can be traded. "

Jetro's expression was calm, he rubbed his knuckles, and finally laughed easily, and put his forearm back on the desk: "You really did your homework. Fortunately, I didn't despise you at the beginning, otherwise I would be here now." It’s so embarrassing.”

"Forgive me for being rude, Mr. Jetro, coming to see you really makes me nervous." North also laughed, relaxing the atmosphere.

"So, Chief North, how are you going to save me?"

"Only if I become the emperor, you will not die."

…

Selena had packed up. She took off her outdoor sports clothes and put on a decent dinner dress. When choosing jewelry, she opened a delicate wooden box and inside lay a pearl necklace. This pearl The interior is filled with light and color, like a living water elf.

She looked at it for a while, then finally closed the lid and picked out other accessories. She came out of the room and looked at the door of Jetro's room. She found that there were guards guarding the door, and she knew there were guests inside. So she went down the stairs near her room to the lobby and headed to the atrium.

Raphael St. Rigg had already chosen a seat with the best view and sat down. He asked the waiter to serve the food early and started eating without waiting for others to take their seats.

The seat he chose was at the table on the north side. The band was performing on the stage. He was immersed in the music, laughing and forking a delicious steak from time to time. It wasn't until Selina greeted him from behind that he turned around and said, "Wow, Selena, you're here, sit down quickly, the chef here is very good at cooking."

"Aren't you waiting for Jetro?" Selina sat down dignifiedly.

"Oh, Boyero doesn't have so many rules. When you are hungry, you can eat whatever you want. This is not a very formal banquet." Raphael pointed to a plate on the table, "You know this meat is What kind? It’s so delicious, I’ve never had it in Poirot.”

Selina looked at the white meat slices: "I remember it was from the walking lantern fish, it's a monster that can only be found in the New World. It's very tender."

"Wow, it's so smooth, it melts in my mouth." Raphael picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, closing his eyes with an expression of enjoyment.

Selena frowned displeased when she saw him like this. She put her hands on her knees and felt that Rafael was really an immature man. But she remembered what her father said to her and the heavy responsibility placed on her shoulders, and hid her dissatisfaction. The discipline she had cultivated since she was a child made her sit upright in her seat, waiting for Jetro to take the seat, or... Waiting for a message from him that he couldn't come.

"Selena, do you want to go to the beach later?" Raphael took off his napkin and put it on the table, indicating that he had finished eating.

"seaside?"

"I heard that Jetro built a bonfire on the beach, and many guests went there - this idea is really genius, a bunch of young people gathered together. Champagne and whiskey will help people eliminate the barriers of national boundaries and identity. Start reveling around the fire," Raphael said, already standing up.

"Go ahead, I've had a lot of fun today and I have to take a rest." Selena politely refused.

And Raphael couldn't wait any longer: "Then I'll go and tell you about the grand occasion there the next day." His feminine middle hair was draped behind his head, and his white face was filled with a joyful smile. He just hurried away, crossing the crowd, doing what he liked.

Selena looked at Raphael's back and sighed. She lowered her head and suddenly wanted to cry. But she still raised her head, and faced the other guests who took this opportunity to come forward to talk, and regained her confidence and calm smile.