Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 179 176. Vegetarian

Like other violent cases in the dark corners of Vienna, no one believed that Edward, who had been missing for two days, would return alive.No one could have imagined that he would appear in front of everyone in such a way and appearance.

But anyway, people are still alive.

After all, he was the French ambassador, so he didn't dare to raise any questions now, so he could only let the policeman pass the news back, and he took him back to the embassy first.

Apart from Edward's lack of energy, he didn't find any obvious wounds on his body.After asking the servant to help him clean up and down, and then put on a set of clean clothes, he returned to the long-lost study room.

Looking at the imposing embassy in front of him and the quiet and peaceful street outside the window, Edward's eyes were full of tears: "I'm still alive"

"Your favorite food is prepared in the kitchen, and Sergeant Witt of the police station is still waiting in the living room." The servant stood at the door and asked, "Would you like to eat something first, or meet him first?"

Edward didn't want to think of this painful memory, but he knew that, as an ambassador visiting Vienna, taking the personal representative of the three emperors, if he didn't speak clearly now, it would cause irreparable harm to the relationship between the two countries.

What's more, even if he put aside his official duties, he is still a serious Marquis, and his aristocratic status does not allow him to escape: "I am indeed a little hungry. Take the sheriff to the restaurant, and we will chat while eating."

Werther is no better than Delio who wants to take credit everywhere, but he actually sees it very openly.The case involved private life and some unbearable past events. As Edward, it was normal for him to be shut down.So he asked the patrolman to go back to report to the director in advance, and stayed here by himself, letting the superiors figure out a solution.

In the worst case, you will be kicked out of the embassy, ​​no big deal.

Facts have proved that the situation is not only not bad, but also developing in a good direction.

Watching Edward slowly walk into the dining room, Werther hurriedly got up and greeted him: "Your Excellency, I didn't expect you to encounter such a thing in Vienna, and it surprised you."

A French marquis had an accident in Vienna, regardless of whether the reason was going out for whoring or not, "kidnapping" is an objective fact.Werther was the chief of the Vienna Police Department, and even if he was poor at speaking, he had to say something.

Of course, showing weakness is just a necessary politeness. After expressing it, he still needs to come up with some necessary words to avoid lightning for the police station: "Every city has its dark side, and it is not easy to come back by luck."

Edward also knew that when encountering such a thing, he could only admit that he was unlucky, and it would not be good for him to spread it out.He was just out of danger, and he was indeed in shock, but he did a good job on the surface, and he could even squeeze a smile on his face: "The sheriff has worked hard these days, and he hasn't eaten yet."

Witte shook his head.

"Let's eat together. The chef at the embassy is not as good as the Rocheshuart restaurant. It's also a serious French chef."

After being imprisoned for two full days, Edward was so hungry that he sat down on a chair while talking, looked back at the servant and asked him to serve food, then turned around and continued to talk to Werther, "Just ask the sheriff if you have any questions, and we will eat chat."

Compared with the banquet dishes on the night of the accident, today's dishes are much more shabby, and more suitable for the usual embassy meals.However, that is also a comparison of Alphonse's craftsmanship and ostentation.Compared with what Werther usually eats, this can already be regarded as a real feast.

However, the delicious food served did not make Edward use his knife and fork more.

He started off with just a half-bottle of wine, a bowl of spinach with French sweet peas, and some asparagus pan-fried.But now Edward's attention is not on eating and drinking, the most important thing is to explain to Werther what happened in the past two days.

"As Sergeant Witt said just now, I did go to Hoinz Street. I forgot the specific house number. I only know that the boss is a very charming woman."

Werther nodded after listening to these, thinking about how to continue asking questions, and his hands didn't feel tired at all.It was rare for him to eat this kind of good food. With the knife and fork dancing quickly, he put the mutton chops full of gravy into his mouth one by one, and asked while chewing: "Did the carriage go north after leaving that shop?"

"Correct."

Compared with Werther, Edward's dinner plate is much lighter.After eating the spinach and peas, all that's left is a few crooked asparagus and a half-bitten piece of mixed lettuce: "Originally going north along the Danube to a small hotel, then."

Speaking of this, Edward let out a long breath: "Then there was an accident on the way."

"Accident?"

No one could be found at the start and end of the journey. Edward must have lost it halfway, but this is also the point that Werther couldn't understand the most: "It's not so easy to stop the rented carriage. Could it be that there are seven or eight people on the other side?"

Edward shook his head: "Just one person."

"One? That's impossible! How can one person stop the carriage?"

"." Edward fiddled with the asparagus on the plate with a fork, hesitated for a while before answering, "Actually, I actually stopped the carriage."

Witt's head is full of question marks, and there are too many questions to ask in his mind, but this is not Hoinz Street under his jurisdiction, and he lacks confidence in questioning, so he can only use some dispensable hypothetical questions to induce the other party to speak Wan: "Did the carriage driver offend you? Or is there something wrong with the route?"

"No, I asked to stop." Edward looked back at the servants serving at the table, and said after they left, "Because there was no one around at that time, and it happened to be passing by the Danube under the moonlight, so Quiet and beautiful, the clerk and I want to get out of the car before you understand."

Werther didn't understand, but he seemed to understand something following his train of thought.When he found that no matter how he disassembled and considered it, the final answer was the same, he finally couldn't help asking: "Field battle?"

Edward lowered his head in embarrassment, and stuffed the asparagus he just picked into his mouth, which was a tacit agreement.

Cutting off the carriage on the way, taking all the people and the cart away, no matter how you look at it, it is a gang crime.But who would have thought that there was only one person on the other side, and who would have thought that it was Edward who wanted to fight in the field and stopped the carriage by himself.

The direction of finding people is all crooked.

"What's next?" Werther asked tentatively.

"After we finished, we got into the carriage one after another. Not long after we closed the door and left there, we felt dizzy and lost consciousness." Edward continued, "When we woke up again, we were all tied up in the into a spacious little dark room."

"Have passed out?" With Werther's meager medical knowledge, it's hard to imagine anything that can kill four people at once. "I guess the carriage driver has already been killed when you are happy."

"It should be. We heard the sound of entering the water, but the surroundings were too dark at the time, and we were all in high spirits, so we didn't pay much attention."

At this point, the door of the restaurant was gently knocked open, and the chef walked in pushing the dining car with the help of the servant: "Your Excellency, here are the baked potatoes you ordered just now."

"Okay, give it to me quickly, I'm starving to death."

This statement is actually contradictory, because there are several lamb chops and several garlic crayfish claws on the table, and he didn't even move, his eyes were only on the baked potatoes that had just been brought to the table.And when it was time to start eating with a spoon, he stopped after two mouthfuls just like when he was eating lettuce.

"How are the potatoes made?"

Seeing that all his main dishes were skipped, the chef standing aside felt uncomfortable.Seeing that he asked a question, he quickly stepped forward and explained: "I brushed the surface of the potatoes with the oil I used for frying asparagus and grilling lamb chops, and then put them in the oven."

Before he finished speaking, Edward couldn't help feeling sick, and he took two sips of wine before recovering.He didn't mean to blame the chef, but just ate the asparagus silently, and pushed the dinner plate with potatoes and lettuce aside: "Is there ham in the lettuce?"

"It's ham juice."

"Okay." Edward wiped his mouth and expressed his dissatisfaction with his own appetite.

Not being recognized by the dishes is the most unbearable thing for the chef. Although the chef should not presumptuously ask questions, it is related to Edward's dietary health. Is there a problem with roasted lamb chops with fava bean purée in Breton sauce?"

"Problem." Edward shook his head, "It should be my problem, it's too greasy for me."

greasy?

impossible!

The chef doesn't know the meaning of the "fatty" here: "Here is your favorite roast lamb chops, with onions, green onions, mushrooms, celery hearts and crème fraîche Breton sauce, It shouldn't be too greasy."

"Take it away, I don't want to eat it."

Edward deliberately avoided the lamb chops, and turned a deaf ear to the tangy aroma, and didn't even want to see it.The chef found it strange that although Edward used to be high-ranking, he behaved like a gentleman, even if there was something that didn't suit his taste, he never acted so directly.

What's more, this grilled lamb chops are completely made according to his original taste, so there can be no problems.

Edward was also in pain. The spinach, peas and asparagus used as side dishes could not fill his hungry stomach for two days: "By the way, is there any fruit salad?"

The chef glanced at Werther who kept talking across the table, and explained: "Because the embassy has been blocked around the past two days, we haven't bought fresh fruit. If you still have enough to eat, you might as well wait a little longer." , and then there is another soup."

"Soup? Hurry up, hurry up and make it!"

"Okay, Your Excellency."

Werther was actually a little embarrassed when he heard the conversation between Edward and the chef, because the lamb chops and lobster claws were all on his own plate, which was obviously inappropriate: "Ambassador Edward, don't you want to eat?"

"I have no appetite." Edward shook his head, got up and moved the two dinner plates to him, "You are welcome, Sheriff."

The chef and the servants withdrew one after another, and the topic of the two quickly shifted from food to the robbery: "The room looks very spacious, but it is surrounded by earthen walls and is very simple. We have been locked up for the past two days. Where."

"No windows?"

"No."

"Can you hear any strange noises?"

"I can only hear some small noises. It should be during the day. It will be better at night, but there will be some strange calls from time to time."

Edward has tried his best to describe the voice he heard, but his ability is limited: "I am not a Kamiyi who is good at words, and I don't have many words to describe the scene at that time. To me, it was a dark and damp room , full of mold and some strange smells. Even now I still have this smell on my body, it's disgusting."

Werther took a brief note of the characteristics of the room, and then continued to ask: "Can you describe the appearance of the kidnapper?"

Edward shook his head: "We should wake up in the middle of the night. I don't know the exact time, but the surrounding area is very quiet, just like what I just said. It's just that there will be some noise from time to time, and it will soon be quiet. But the man never showed up and our calls for help went unanswered until the morning when he came in.
He seemed to be thinking of some painful memories, so he couldn't help but took a few sips of wine in his mouth. Then he stabilized his emotions and continued: "He wears a weird mask on his head, and he can't see his face at all. Wearing a black leather skirt, it looks dirty."

"Are there any other characteristics?"

"I can't remember."

Seeing him a little embarrassed, Werther quickly changed the subject and asked, "Didn't you reveal your identity?"

"Actually, I made an agreement with Pramon before that for the sake of the relationship between France and Austria, we must switch our identities. He will be the ambassador and I will be the clerk." Edward finally talked about the predicament at that time, "According to logic , I should be sent back to prepare money, no matter what happens next, at least my life can be saved.”

Witt nodded, this is indeed a good idea, but judging from the actual situation, it seems that it is not going well.

"but.?"

"But that guy doesn't follow the routine at all." Edward was very excited when he thought of the other party's masked face, "No, in fact, he can't be blamed, because when I was just about to speak, Plamond was ahead of me. My true identity was revealed. He betrayed me, the empire, and his soul!!!”

At this time, the chef knocked on the door of the restaurant again, and there was a pot of fragrant hot soup on the dining car.

Even Werther, who was already full, couldn't help but want to serve a bowl when he smelled the aroma, to try something new.

However, Edward, who was sitting by the side, had a serious expression on his face. The smell from the tip of his nose overlapped with memories, which always gave him a bad feeling: "This, what kind of soup is this?"

"It should be called 'Queen's Soup'. The ambassador liked it very much that day. After drinking two bowls, I learned the cooking method from Mr. Alphonse." The chef picked up two balls with a spoon and said, "Meatballs mixed with partridge meat and pheasant meat, then."

What Alphonse said was the same as when he introduced it, but Edward's reaction was quite different: "Throw it away, throw it away quickly, I don't want to eat this disgusting thing!!!"

[Not surprisingly, there should be another update in the middle of the night]

(End of this chapter)