Marvel Magic Event Book

"I'm thankful that they follow the old etiquette of hospitality."

Winston was carrying a snow-soaked winter suit and boots full of snow powder and mud.Facing the bedroom with the closed door, he stood in the small living room of the guest room, using different brushes to clean the dirty things from these clothes, and then put them into the laundry basket prepared by the android maids.There were many pairs of different kinds of shoes beside Winston, among which snow boots, combat boots and sports shoes were the most, and there were only two pairs of high-heeled shoes, and the labels on them had not been removed.This was one of the gifts from the hostess of the manor, so that Lara Croft would not be ridiculed again by the London tabloids for inappropriate attire on certain occasions.

There is plenty of heat to melt and freeze the snowflakes on the glass windows.

During the period of the British Industrial Revolution in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, when an aristocrat who did not need to work was invited by another person of similar social status to live in the manor of the other party, the date of residence could become very long.Generally speaking, this kind of invitation will be issued during the social season in London, and the next social season will be the deadline. Most of the invited nobles are nobles who are related to the manor owner by blood.Male nobles may only stay for a few weeks before returning to the manor to handle affairs, while female nobles may live for several months or even a year, so entertaining guests in the manor will be a very long process, which will test the manor master and servants mental quality.

"For me, it's still a bit too dangerous here." Winston slowly brushed the mud spots on the snow boots.He saw that the gardening of the estate was indeed laid out according to his suggestion, but the instinct brought by his military experience warned that there were explosives buried in these places. "To you too, Laura."

"It's rude to talk about the owner of the manor behind his back, Winston, and I believe in their level of safe management of weapons." Lara Croft's muffled voice came from the bedroom.She had just come out of the bathroom, washing off the smell of wild animals.She petted the brown bear cubs and sheep, petted Pegasus and the hounds in the stables, and visited the otter family in the hot springs, getting dirty and playing with the ones who came to her later. Same as Milia.She dried her hair, put on a comfortable sports bra, put on her sportswear, and was about to go out.

"He financed all my adventures and took care of a lot of danger for me." Lara Croft came out of the bedroom with her dry ponytail shaking, her cheeks flushed.She was satisfied with her morning wildlife tour and would like to see the other animals on the estate if she could. "If you've seen the scenes I've seen, then you know that weapons are a necessity, and it's surprising they didn't put tanks or missile vehicles on the estate! He's an adventurer, they're witches, here Nothing is surprising!"

"I wouldn't be surprised if there were tanks in this manor." Winston murmured with his head down. "I mean height. When I was young, I saw those giants in newspapers, but they were all caused by endocrine diseases. Mentally retarded, suffering from ailments, and even having trouble standing up. The exception might be the giant Indian remains dug up near San Francisco more than 100 years ago. But here the people are different, they are very healthy, very Strong and very handsome. And the master, he has a special charm, which is dangerous for both men and women..."

The old guy took a deep breath and tried his best to describe his feelings.

"Men will want to work for him, and women will want to be hugged by him." He half-opened his eyes, brushing his boots again and again, "When I see him, I feel a little younger Ten years old, back to the age when you can hold a rifle and fight. I have seen people with this charm a few times, such as the Queen, such as President Roosevelt. Laura, you are very young and beautiful, but..." Winston was speechless for a moment .He has never seen a person with such a strong sense of existence. Even if he did not see the owner of the manor, his existence is like a huge, invisible animal entrenched in this land. His soul can hear the sound of this huge animal. Breath and heat, hear heavy footsteps, feel the hot breath of breath, but there is no trace of it.

It was a supernatural feeling, and for an elderly man who didn't sleep very well, last night's sleep was nothing short of torture.Although Dinah had prepared a luxurious guest room for him instead of a servant's room, and all the living utensils were in accordance with the guest's standards, Winston still woke up in his dream because of the abnormal events in the manor last night.

"Like a dragon," said Winston brokenly, as if his mind had been mired in a quagmire. "Supernatural, mysterious."

Laura naturally understood what Winston wanted to express, and she could also analyze the source of this feeling from a scientific point of view. Not only did he have a nightmare last night.Before the appearance of perspective techniques, most paintings used the "frontal law" method like the ancient Egyptian murals to describe the scene, but the Akkad-Siber stele more than 2000 BC used a composite narrative method to describe the king in the same way. Ram-Singh is depicted as extremely tall, thus showing divinity and monarchy authority, but when such a situation appears in reality rather than works of art, as ordinary people, they can feel more clearly and intuitively that they are tall and extremely tall. The majesty of the charismatic man.

For Winston, he is more worried that Laura will be trapped in the strange charm of the hostess and hostess of the manor, just like the mysterious and dangerous Oliver Hadow described by Maugham in "The Witcher".He was worried that Lara Croft would not leave because of the joy here, forgetting the Croft Manor and his own career, but before he could express his real worry, he was overwhelmed by Lara Croft's clothes. His eyebrows were raised in surprise.He immediately regained his fluent thoughts, and his speech became fluent, as if Lara Croft's clothes pulled his consciousness out of the indescribable abyss.

"If I'm to judge, Laura." Winston rose slowly, leaning on his cane.The process was not smooth, and Laura stepped forward to help him a little. As the person who took care of Richard Crawford while he was in grief, Winston acted as a father and teacher to a certain extent. character of. "I don't think you can go to a breakfast meeting in a sweater and tracksuit with a messy ponytail."

Winston's abnormality didn't bother Lara Croft. After all, he was very old and couldn't walk well.

"Believe me, they never care about such trivial details. What they pay attention to is wisdom. Even if they are a tramp, as long as they are wise, they will be treated preferentially." Laura Croft shrugged, "Before you came, I Going to breakfast in shirtsleeves. Nobody cares about that, Winston, they don't need their guests to entertain themselves with clothes. The real nobility is character, not clothes... Winston, you too are the manor customers, there is no need to carry out these tasks."

"I swore to your mother and father when I came to the Crawford family from the De Monet family, Laura." Winston smiled and patted her arm with his wrinkled palm. "Have a good rest here for a while, at least before you start your next journey."