I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 8 Back to the Eighteenth Century
  Before Xia Qingdai could see anything, a "pattering" sound suddenly came from her ears.

She turned her head suddenly and was so embarrassed that she was going to explode on the spot. Paul was actually peeing in the room.

Xia Qingdai rushed toward the inner door. She didn't want to stay in this room and listen to this embarrassing sound anymore.

There are actually lights on in the room inside, and this is a large master bedroom decorated in a royal style. The indoor temperature is very comfortable and warm as spring.

Xia Qingdai finally stopped shivering. She walked in curiously and found a handsome young man lying on the big bed inside, still holding a book. It was Isaac Owen who had communicated with her today.

At this time, he looked up and looked over with a hint of surprise on his face.

Hey, can he see himself?

That's right, he was the only one who could see himself before. Could it be that after being sucked into the castle, this man could still see himself?
  But it felt like his eyes were looking behind him.

"He can't see himself, but he can see the door open?"

Xia Qingdai muttered secretly, turned around and closed the bedroom door.

After doing this, she turned around again and looked at the handsome young man Owen sitting on the bed.

Owen had already turned his head back in confusion, with the wind roaring in his heart, not knowing what to do, so he was pretending to be calm at the moment.

Previously, Xia Qingdai looked at Owen with "giant eyes" and thought this guy was quite handsome.

Now looking at him from a normal perspective, I can see him more clearly. As expected, he has a face as beautiful as jade, his brows are like a book, and he is extremely handsome!

The person in front of me is probably a little bit more beautiful than Xia Shanglu. He looks more like an ancient Greek statue come to life, with perfect facial features.

How should I put it? Some foreigners are particularly beautiful in their childhood and adolescence, like porcelain dolls, but they age quickly, and the gap between youth and adolescence is huge.

Xia Qingdai thought sourly, she habitually belittled the handsome guy who looked more arrogant and indifferent.

Then she looked at Owen with unscrupulous eyes. Anyway, the other party couldn't see her, so she was very relaxed.

Although Owen was staring in his direction strangely just now, Xia Qingdai thought that he was probably doubting himself.

After all, in his eyes just now, the door should have opened and closed strangely.

After Xia Qingdai looked at him for a while, she began to explore the room.

She wanted to look at the books on the bookshelves to determine what kind of world this was and whether it was really the eighteenth century.

Owen was so shocked that if he hadn't been on the battlefield and experienced real life and death, he probably wouldn't be able to maintain the superficial calm at this time.

The oriental girl who suddenly opened the door and walked in in the middle of the night had the same face as the goddess he saw in the clouds during the day!
  And she seemed to think she couldn't see her, looking around in his bedroom.

Owen wanted to confirm something, so he quietly rang the bell on the bedside table.

Paul, who had just blown out the candle and lay down, had to get up again, knocked on the door and walked into the master's bedroom. He bowed slightly and said, "My dear Mr. Owen, what are your orders?"

Owen looked at Paul, then at Xia Qingdai, who was sitting on the carpet beside the bed, flipping through a book, and said calmly: "I'm thirsty, please pour me a glass of water."

"Oh, okay, Mr. Owen, please wait."

The water was brought quickly, and Paul's eyes did not look at Xia Qingdai the whole time, which proved that the oriental girl in front of him was really not an ordinary person, and he was the only one who could see it!

Owen took the water, thanked Paul, and then took two sips casually. In the blink of an eye, he had already made a decision. He planned to make a mistake and pretend that he couldn't see this oriental girl and see what she would do.

He did whatever he thought of. Owen controlled his gaze, tried not to look at Xia Qingdai too obviously, and only observed with his peripheral vision.

The book that Xia Qingdai was reading was in English. It was very professional and difficult to understand. With her high school student's English level, she couldn't understand it at all.

She is weak in English, so it is really difficult for her to watch the original English version directly.

If you don’t understand, change it!
  After changing several books on the bottom bookshelf, Xia Qingdai sadly discovered that the books in the last row were probably the most difficult, and she couldn't understand any of them.

But if she took the books from the upper rows, it would be too conspicuous, and she was afraid of disturbing others and causing unnecessary trouble.

After all, if she thought about it from her perspective, if she suddenly saw the books flying on the bookshelf in the middle of the night, she would definitely not be so calm and would wake up Xia Shanglu - if he was at home.

"Oh my God, what kind of books are these? Why are they all so difficult!"

Xia Qingdai held her face and shouted, "It's too embarrassing for the baby!"

By this time, Owen had already noticed that this little fairy who was mumbling words he didn't understand seemed like she couldn't read human books.

So he began to read the book in his hand eloquently.

Although his family conditions were not good when he was a child, his father, a pastor, was able to provide him with basic education.

Moreover, his mother was a real lady, who read many books and taught him many grammars that the upper class loved to use.

Therefore, it is not difficult for him to read the books in Fucui Villa now.

He just didn't have the opportunity to read a lot, but it wasn't that he didn't like reading. This is why he will read it at night by candlelight today.

Hearing his eloquent reading, Xia Qingdai simply put down the book in her hand, walked to his bed, and tilted her head to read the book in his hand.

"What a pure London accent!" Xia Qingdai sighed, "It sounds really nice."

Owen's mother had a Cockney accent, so she taught him the same way.

In England at the end of the 18th century and the beginning of the 19th century, there was only one city, London, and the rest was in the countryside.

When talking about going to London in classical British books, the term "go to town" is usually used, which means going to the city; while when leaving London, it is said "come down", which means going to the countryside.

At this time, Xia Qingdai heard "London" twice and "go to town" once. It was almost certain that she was reading a book related to Britain.

So, is this really England?
  Looking at the environment around the castle, it should be in the countryside of England. The housing in London is probably not so sparse, but must be densely packed, just like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen in China.

Xia Qingdai took it for granted. After all, she had never had the chance to go to London.

As she and her brother depended on each other, it was good enough for her to be able to go to school without worrying about food and clothing. As for traveling, of course she didn't dare to think about it.

It turns out this is an old castle in England!
  This is what the bedrooms of the eighteenth-century castle looked like!

The Paul who was just urinating directly in the room must have used something similar to a spittoon, which means there is no flush toilet here yet - of course, maybe Paul is lazy and doesn't want to go to the bathroom.

Xia Qingdai felt that the freckled boy was capable of such lazy things.

(End of this chapter)