The vest magic changes the earth

Allen introduced Randolph to the old man, "This is my friend, I invite him to be a guest. Uh...he may have some small hobbies in art at ordinary times...Bernard , you know, art is always impermanent and obscure."

The old man's white eyebrows trembled, and he turned to Randolph and asked in his toned upper-class accent: "I haven't asked for your name yet, sir."

"Randolph Carter."

"Oh." The old man smiled slowly, blinked his cloudy eyes, and handed over the other umbrella in his hand.

"Please forgive my rudeness, the young master came back too suddenly, and there are not many servants in the old house."

The old man held an umbrella for Allen and led them through the bubbling fountain and around the gorgeous garden in front of him.Enter the white house.

The chandelier on the top is like layers of blooming petals, and the handmade wool carpet is under the feet, which is soft and makes people fall into it.

Allen asked the old man: "Is my father not here?"

"The master is still in London. When the weather is not hot enough, it's better to be in the city." The old man replied respectfully.

"Don't tell him I'm back, please, Bernard," Ellen said.

The old man hesitated for a moment, but replied tactfully: "If he asks, I won't hide it."

The old man took each of them into a room and prepared a change of clothes and a bathroom for washing.I don't know if it's Lu Yi's own illusion, but he always feels that the old man has a vague dislike for him.

The fat cat was taken away by a servant, and now it can't speak in front of outsiders, and the whole furry and fat face is full of aggrievedness.

Lu Yi saw that there were no labels on the prepared clothes, and the tentacles were soft and expensive.Using his limited common sense, he guessed that it should be handmade by a tailor.He had just packed himself up when he heard someone knock on the door.He opened the door and saw Alan standing outside.

Allen rushed in nimbly and kicked the door shut with his heel.He still looked with the shabby joy of a young detective, even in his expensive clothes.

Allen shrugged: "Bernard was sent up by me to prepare my room. His attitude towards you may not be very good. He probably regarded you as a little bastard who encouraged me to run away from home. Because he was a Watching me grow up, you can't help but care about me a little."

"So why did you leave home? It sounds like your family has a hereditary title and is still rich. Maybe you're related to some prince or princess. It's better than being a private detective who can't afford the rent."

"It's not that I can't afford the rent, it's just that it's difficult to turn over the funds for a while!" Allen became angry for a while.

"Sleeping in an office closet?" Randolph scoffed at him.

Allen rolled his eyes at him: "What's the good of staying here? Our family did retain a title, but who cares about that. This house is older than my grandfather. I always feel that if I stay here, it will be different from this house." The house is just as rotten. As for my father, he has been immersed in the glory and arrogance of the nobility all his life, and he does not open his eyes to see the changing world."

He went on to say: "Bernard is not a bad person, but he has been with my father for a long time, and he is a bit brainwashed by his ups and downs, and he really cares about me. Tomorrow I will ask him to give all the keys in this house to me." Me, let's go when we find the place of my dreams."

"I have no objection. If the young master is willing to go back to live in the storage room, then I can do it too." Randolph smiled at him.

Allen wanted to say something more, but there was another knock on the door, and the neatly dressed old butler stood outside.He saw Alan with a disapproving expression.

"It's not polite to bother someone late at night, master, even if he is your friend."

Allen showed a helpless expression, and went out anyway. Just half a step out of the door, he stretched his head back: "Tomorrow morning, don't forget."

The old butler seized every gap and closed the door, as if Randolph were some kind of pathogen.

"Sweet dreams, sir."

Randolph card lay back on the bed, listening to the footsteps gradually receding, pretending to be asleep.Here, Lu Yi is continuing to use experience points to strengthen the earth barrier.During this period of time, the frequent occurrence of mysterious events accumulated more and more experience, and the construction of the barrier was almost halfway through.

During this period of time, he also guessed what the principle of the experience value is, and concluded that this may be the degree of cognition of the real world by some people on earth. In occultism, consciousness, especially collective consciousness, is also a kind of A tremendous strength.The more people know about the mysterious existence, and the more people yearn for the mysterious power, the stronger the barrier will be.

He asked the system about the correctness of this guess, but the system did not respond.

.....

The next morning, it was Allen himself who came to see him to the restaurant.

Allen was wearing light blue jeans with a shirt, and the corners of the trousers were frayed a few times.This is a very impolite daily dress for noble children.

The old butler next to him frowned enough to kill a fly, and looked at Alan's jeans as if they were his father-killing enemy.

Allen finished his meal as quickly as possible, and jumped up to drag Randolph to get down to business.

Without careful observation, Lu Yi could feel Alan's rejection of this place and even his identity.

"Where's the cat I brought back? It's also my good friend, and I want to show him around the house too." Allen asked.

The reason he found for his return this time was that he was dreaming about things in his childhood, and was very homesick, so he came back to have a look.By the way, he took his artist friends and looked for inspiration.

His reason was really nonsense, and Lu Yi didn't believe it when he saw the housekeeper's expression, but he still satisfied his request.

"The cat is kept in the servant's room. There was a cat that caught mice here before, so there are ready-made things to use." The housekeeper replied.

"Great, bring it here!"

The fat cat was carried out by a servant after a while, and Alan looked at it. It was doing well, and its fur was smooth and smooth.

"By the way, this is a male cat in its prime. I suggest that it be neutered as soon as possible." The old housekeeper interrupted when Allen gave birth to the cat.

Allen shook his hand and felt a chill below him, and almost threw the fat cat to the ground. They looked at each other and saw panic in each other's eyes at the same time.

"Well... no, really, I think he's fine. Right, Mimi." Allen shook Fat Cat's front paw.

"Mi—" Fat Cat let out a soft scream.

Allen rode away, put the butler's nagging behind him, and took Randolph out of the restaurant.

Allen really couldn't remember where that room was, they had to look for it one by one.

The long corridor is pasted with light golden ornate wall paper, dotted with semi-columns, and the intricate patterns on it are dynamic and gorgeous.The heavy and quiet smell of old wood lingers on the nose.This is a typical Baroque architecture. Baroque art was popular in Europe in the 17th and 18th centuries, and the Winter Palace is in this style.

Randolph speculates that it is at least several hundred years old.There are huge oil portraits hanging on one side of the corridor. The ancestors of the Simmons family have serious expressions, all have the same brown hair and blue glasses, looking at them through the picture frames.

Allen noticed that he was watching, and stopped to explain by the way.

"This is a portrait of the Earls of Simmons in the past." He said, "My family inherited the title of Earl of Alan. At first, it ran the famous wool industry in the UK, and later turned to the mining industry."

Closest to Randolph is a portrait of a middle-aged man with slender legs and a satin coat.There are lace on the cuffs, tight purple floral stockings are worn underneath, and golden red high-heeled shoes with a delicate bow on the feet.

Even though he is well-informed, he couldn't help showing an indescribable expression when faced with this death color scheme.

Allen obviously knew what he was thinking, and complained: "That should be my great-great-great-great-grandfather. At that time, it happened to be the fashion of Louis in France. Small high-heeled leggings were the standard for men. They thought that was the only way to be the best. Good to show a man's figure. The red shoes are the same style as King Louis, and the purple floral cloth is imported from the Far East."

The Simmons ancestor on the canvas holds his head up like a proud rooster.

"..."

This wall is a history of some kind of British aristocratic clothing changes. At the back, this pompousness from France gradually diminishes. Waist trousers and a top hat.

"After the Industrial Revolution, they always have to change something to emphasize their dignity and nobility. Over the years, they may be the only ones who have changed their clothing." Allen commented.

As they walked down the corridor, Allen was still talking about his origins, which he probably didn't usually have the opportunity to talk to people about.

"Aristocrats are all things that should be thrown into the recycling bin. It has long since fallen. Our house is just looking bright. The wealth of the nobles is composed of land and antiques. There is little liquid capital, like a pool of stagnant water. My father held the An event called an exhibition that is really an auction, selling the collection to maintain the dignity it deserves. If he had put it down sooner, he could have lived an easier life."

He paused: "When I was studying in Eton, I read "The Decline of the British Nobility" and I thought it was true. Since then, I have decided to leave here. Every nobleman knows about the decline. And refused to admit it.”

They went down the spiral staircase, and the doors in the corridor were in a smooth concave-convex shape, brilliant and gorgeous, forming a gorgeous streamlined space.

One by one, they opened the doors and looked into the rooms.

Allen opened the last door, observed the furnishings for a long time and compared them with the furniture and dreams, and finally shook his head in disappointment.

As he was walking, Randolph suddenly stopped.

"Wait, the distance is wrong! There are hidden rooms here."