Silver Blade and Rose

Mrs. Winnie's manor was bigger than Zals had imagined. He was taken aback when he parked in front of the door for inspection. It was Edwin who reminded him that he should pass the invitation letter to the security guard to check the authenticity.

Since the invitation letter was personally given by the mayor, it is naturally impossible for it to be fake.The manor's security stamped the invitation letter and asked routinely, "It's Mr. Owen and his assistant, right?"

"Yes." Zales replied.

The security guard glanced at him from the car window, and reminded him indifferently: "Please pay attention to the dinner attire."

Zales: "..."

He didn't plan to wear this suit to the dinner party, isn't that tomorrow's event?

After driving the car to the parking lot, he and Edwin carried the suitcases and lived in the four-story villa prepared for guests.On the first floor, there was a beautiful maid handing out room keys. After confirming their invitation letter, she handed one of them with a smile, and told them that the room was at the end of the corridor on the second floor, and it was a specially prepared suite.

"Madam asked me to convey, thank you Mr. Owen for coming, she is looking forward to being interviewed by "Women of the Times"." She bowed to Edwin at a standard 90 degrees, looking like a very polite and beautiful robot .

Edwin nodded slightly at her, took Zals upstairs without saying anything.

This villa has old-fashioned decoration, and the door locks are all antique copper keyholes. When you turn the deliberately old key, the door will open with a "squeak".

Zals walked in after Edwin, thinking, with such a loud voice, if he wanted to come out to check something at night, he might have to look through the window.

Edwin didn't know that his mind had already gone to the clouds, leaned the box against the corner, and asked, "Did you bring the camera?"

"I have it," Zales subconsciously said, "The camera is in my suitcase."

Originally, of course, he didn't intend to bring this kind of thing, but Edwin suddenly asked him to pick it up from Muen before he went out, saying that it was useful, so he turned back to get it from the door.It was only after getting in the car that Edwin told him why they brought them. It turned out that this time they were going to play the role of reporters and assistant photographers of women's magazines, and they would visit the manor in the name of interviewing Mrs. Winnie, and attend this month's regular manor dinner by the way.

Of course, in order to deceive people, they brought the interview scripts they had written in advance, and they needed to record the content of the "interview" with audio recordings, and hand them over to real magazine reporters to write the interview scripts. will also be used in magazine interviews.In other words, he and Edwin had to do a fake interview with Mrs. Winnie like real photographers and reporters.

To be honest, Zales doesn't have any confidence in his photography skills.Even if he took a picture of his mother's cooking, he would be disgusted by the other party for taking too bad a picture, let alone a portrait photography for an official magazine interview.Telling this to Edwin would not lead to any results, so he simply gave up asking for help, and started to use his mobile phone to surf the Internet to catch up on basic photography skills.

The camera that Mun gave him looked pretty good, at least in the eyes of a layman. Zales found the manual from the camera bag, searched for the tutorial for the model, and quickly figured out the basic operation.

While he was doing this, Edwin wandered around the room twice idly, then turned back to the door, took out the dresses from the two open boxes, and hung them up in the closet.Then he leaned over to Zals in a bored manner. Seeing that the latter was studying the phone screen and camera, he rarely asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Try the camera."

Zals adjusted the lens according to the tutorial, raised the camera to "click" at him, and took a photo.

On the screen, Edwin, who was still wearing a plaid trench coat, looked at the camera inexplicably, as if he was puzzled by his aboveboard candid behavior.

He couldn't help laughing, and turned the camera over to show the other party: "It seems to be pretty good."

Of course, it's not that his photography skills are good, but that his models are good.Edwin is already at the level where even a novice photographer like him can't make mistakes in taking pictures. It's a pity not to be a professional model but to pretend to be a reporter here.

Edwin was not very interested in the photo itself, glanced at it, nodded perfunctorily, and didn't care much about the fact that he was captured.Instead, Zals stared at the photo for a long time, and decided to copy it quietly when he went back, so as not to mix it with the photo to be taken tomorrow and send it to others.

He continued to fiddle with the camera. Edwin took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack. Then he thought of something, and took out a thin folder from the box and handed it to him.

"Tomorrow's interview process, familiarize yourself with it."

As agreed, they will interview Mrs. Winnie before the dinner tomorrow.Edwin is in charge of asking questions, and Zars is in charge of photography and detailed communication. This interview process is what Mr. Mayor asked for from a professional interviewer, with a detailed interview script attached. They only need to follow the content written above to conduct the interview. It's okay, in the words of the mayor's assistant who was in touch with them, it's so well-regulated that ordinary people won't see any mistakes.

Zals took it and flipped through it, and found that the manuscript was written in great detail.It's not the interview template that you usually see in magazines, but an interview draft that is detailed to the tone of the question. Obviously, it was communicated with the other party in advance when drafting the draft. Mrs. Winnie's answer is also roughly written on it, and the interviewer is omitted. time to react.

Theoretically speaking, he thinks there should be no big problem for Edwin to use this manuscript to interview Mrs. Winnie. After all, he looks like that, and most people probably don’t pay much attention to his interview level, let alone Winnie. Madame is female.During the interview, I found that the reporter has a pretty face that God rewards me with food, no matter who it is, my attitude will be better.

As for why he was asked to familiarize himself with the interview process, Zars could only understand that Edwin was too lazy to remember and asked him to help fill in the details on the spot.

He briefly memorized the entire process, and saw that most of the interview content was about questions about the luxurious life of Mrs. Winnie, and a small part about the relationship between Mr. Mayor and her family, but it really only accounted for a very small part. , about three or two sentences, Zarles suspects that they may not even be included in the interview and published in the magazine in the end.

In his view, this interview draft intentionally downplays the relationship between the mayor and his wife. I don't know if the mayor himself instructed the drafter to do so or it was a coincidence. In short, it is the same thing.Zals hoped that he was being suspicious, but compared to this, he hoped that tomorrow's interview could be completed smoothly.

If Mrs. Winnie really encountered something unusual, I'm afraid it won't be resolved in a short while. If it affects the holding of the dinner party, they may be exposed if they delay for too long.Edwin originally planned to use the two-day dinner party to investigate the abnormal situation in the manor. It is not a good thing to encounter the root cause of the matter too quickly, which means that the buffer period is too short, and the time for them to deal with and confront will be greatly reduced.

Seeing that his face was getting serious, Edwin asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zars shook his head, "Thinking of something, I'm not sure yet."

He didn't mean to say anything, and Edwin didn't bother to ask. He raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when someone knocked on the door: "Mr. Come in the room?"

Edwin and Zals looked at each other, and then said: "No, let's go to the restaurant by ourselves, thank you."

They are well aware of the fact that they can't find anything in the room.

The restaurant is on the west side of the first floor. When Edwin and Zals arrived, there were already many people in it, chatting at the table in twos and threes, and no one expressed any curiosity about their arrival.

On the long table in the middle are all kinds of cold cuts and self-service dishes. Freshly made steaks need to be ordered from the waiter, while cold drinks are in the freezer in the corner, and there are waiters who are responsible for preparing them.It is basically the standard of a cafeteria, and the ingredients used seem to be quite high-end. The value of a meal is about the same as that of a high-end restaurant.Zals took the plate around, picked out some of his favorite food, asked Edwin's opinion, and then ordered two steaks from the waiter closest to them.

"Okay," the waiter nodded, "How mature do you need to be?"

"Uh, it's probably good." Zales glanced at Edwin, "What about you?"

Edwin smiled, and asked without answering: "How mature does Mrs. Winnie like it? Presumably what she likes must taste good."

His quick and faint smile didn't escape the waiter's eyes. The waiter thought about it, and didn't say that he couldn't reveal it, but he still gave Edwin a reference answer: "Madam usually likes to try different flavors. The chef recommends medium-rare filet."

"Then have a medium-rare filet," Edwin smiled at her again, "Thank you."

After the waiter left, Edwin and Zals looked at each other, and they both saw the answer in each other's eyes.

At least Mrs. Winnie's eating habits are still normal, so don't worry too much about her health.

While waiting for the staple food, they casually ate the snacks and drinks that Zals brought back just now, and by the way talked about the attire for the interview before tomorrow's dinner.Edwin tended to be more casual. After the interview, he went back to his room to prepare for the dinner party. Zales felt that it was better to prepare in advance and go directly to the dinner party after the interview.

Zals had his own considerations, but he didn't say it out loud, and Edwin didn't know what he was thinking. He just said, "It's easy to be considered impolite to wear the same clothes on different occasions."

"But I don't have a second suit either..." Zales said helplessly.

This was one of the problems. The second was that he felt that they might not be able to attend the dinner after the interview, so it would be safer to change into their dresses beforehand.

"You don't need to dress too formally, just something simple." Edwin said, "You can do it now."

Zals looked down at himself, gray shirt and jeans, if this is okay, there is really nothing formal or informal at all, but interviewing Mrs. Winnie dressed like this...

"Won't it be a little rude?" He couldn't help asking.

"Wearing a full suit and carrying the camera, it seems impolite to go anywhere." Edwin said, "We are here for interviews, and the most important thing is to wear appropriate clothes."

"Oh," a female voice suddenly sounded not far behind them, asking with curiosity and a smile, "Are you reporters?"

Zals turned his head and found a girl in a light-colored dress standing there looking at them with a smile.

This table was chosen by Edwin, and it was a relatively secluded place in the restaurant, some distance away from the seats of other guests.And because the discussion was not a secret, they didn't deliberately lower the volume, probably because she heard it.

Seeing that they turned around but didn't intend to talk, the girl was not angry, she smiled and extended her right hand to Zars: "Hi, I'm Erin Kirsa, I'm sorry to overhear your conversation. "

She has beautiful long light blond hair and reminds Zals of Hannah, but the last name...

"Hi, Miss Kilza."

He hesitated for a moment, but still held her hand, weighed it lightly, and then let go, without touching her for too long.

Kilsa is the surname of Mr. Grotel Kilsa, Mayor of York.