MTL - Twenty Seven Years-Chapter 6 Lazerin (below)

  Chapter 6 Laizein (Part 2)

   "What do you think?" Dempsey asked.

"Running is impossible, and it's not necessarily a bad thing." Veraker will try to let the two friends accept all this, and then slowly find a way to tell him about his situation, and jointly plan the future path, " The Thomas family is very rich. They need me now. I just need to help them spend this time according to what they said, and I will get a huge reward. At that time, we can use this large sum of money to gain a firm foothold in Laizein Heels, and never go back to the backwaters of Tsward."

Nord's eyes widened, and he seemed to be bluffing, but his voice was as small as a whisper: "It's not that simple! They want you to pretend to be that Chris, if you are recognized, we will be thrown into the sewer Feed the mice!"

   "But we have no turning back." Verak patted Nord on the shoulder, and said calmly and calmly, "Resistance is certain to die now. Do as they say, maybe you can really change your life that has never changed."

   "Have you already decided?" Dempsey said.

   "Yes." Verak nodded.

   Dempsey's eyes flickered, and finally lowered his head slightly: "If you decide, let's do it."

   "You must memorize those things well, and if you don't understand anything, you can ask that Fletcher. Don't miss anything, or we will all be thrown into—"

   "I will." Verac interrupted Nord, looking at him with extra firmness, "Trust me."

   Nord, Dempsey, and Veraker had known each other for many years, and they knew him. Verak is not a person who likes to talk big, he has always done things calmly. Now that he has decided to do this and made a promise, all they can do is to believe and go on together side by side.

  Being interrupted by Veraker, Nord, who was at a loss for words, opened his mouth slightly, and said in silence for a while: "I believe you."

   "Take us to a big city." Dempsey smiled easily.

   This smile made Nord feel better, and he figured out some things.

  They are the least cared-for people in the world, and they are ordinary people who can be thoroughly summed up in a few words throughout their lives. At this time, they were in their twenties and thirties, and they were engaged in jobs such as waiters and steel workers with no future in sight. In fact, no matter what difficulties and obstacles they face next, their situation cannot be worse than before.

  They are three poor lives.

   Others think so, and so do they.

"That's it for now." Verak stood up, "I will continue to record the information. I don't know how Fletcher will arrange you, but I will do my best to keep you by my side. You can't always be content The status quo, try to grasp more things. That city is full of opportunities, we can't miss it."

   "Okay!" Nord, who soon passed the panic period, gradually became excited.

  Verak smiled slightly, looked at Dempsey, and the two looked at each other without speaking.

   After leaving the box, Verak opened the booklet specially prepared for him again, read the contents of the booklet word for word, and at the same time recalled the details of his getting along with these people. Among the people who are close or far away from him in these relationships, there must be a hub of connection between the rebel organization and Chris. There are also some people who can be used by Verac to make arrangements.

  Time passed unknowingly, and when it was time for lunch, Fletcher came out of the box to have lunch with Verac.

  Although Fletcher maintained his politeness on the surface, Verac knew very well that this man looked down on them from the bottom of his heart. Because of his usefulness to the Thomas family, Fletcher would have lunch with him to train him. As for Nord and Dempsey, they are lucky to be alive, and Fletcher absolutely cannot accept the idea of ​​coming out to have dinner together.

   Therefore, Nord and Dempsey ate in the box.

During the lunch, Fletcher carefully taught more dining etiquette, and inspected Veraker again after the meal, and after making sure that Veraker's learning progress was within his acceptable range, he returned to his own box.

   Taking advantage of the break, Verak went to the box to appease his friend again. And in the name of deepening the impression, he took Nord and Dempsey outside to teach them dining etiquette.

  Nord worked as a waiter in a high-end restaurant in Zward City, and he knew a lot by himself, so his learning progress was fast. Dempsey is completely rude, and some bad habits are difficult to correct in a short time. Veraker took the trouble to explain to him the function of each tableware and the things to pay attention to when eating. Dempsey listened carefully, his forehead covered with sweat.

   July 16, Sunday, seven o'clock in the evening.

   All teaching was temporarily suspended, Nord and Dempsey did not stay in the box, but came out to stay with Fletcher and Veraker. They stood together by the car window, looking at the tall buildings stretching to the end of their line of sight, which was the brightly lit Laizein.

Fletcher knew that Verac had never been to Leizein, so he started to explain: "Leizein is known as the capital of art and culture, and is one of the most prosperous cities in the world. The large river, the Mena River, runs through it, and the terrain is low and flat. There is no extreme heat in summer and no severe cold in winter. The urban area has a population of 1.5 million. Now we are about to pass through the manufacturing area in the northern suburbs of Laizein."

  Although Verac has already appreciated the prosperity and magnificence of this city, he can't help being immersed in it at this time. No one would refuse to live in heaven, and in their view, Laizein is heaven.

"There is a saying in Leizein that 'whoever controls Leizein will control the whole Bresey'." Fletcher went to Tswold, and now he can't help but sigh when he comes back, "Although I Bash, but I have to say that Lezein is without a doubt the greatest city in the world."

   "You can't tell from your accent that you belong to the Bash Empire." Verak said.

Fletcher breathed out: "I have lived in Laizein for more than 30 years, but I still can't understand the words of the people in the south of Brescia, hehe. Fortunately, you are also from the north. The accent of the north of Brescia It’s basically the same, and the thorny problem is avoided.”

   "Indeed, changing your accent is not something you can do in a day or two." Veraker echoed.

   "Look." Fletcher raised his chin slightly.

  Villac looked out of the car window and saw that a large area not far from the train was being repaired with a large-scale and artistically distinctive building.

"That is the Mena Pavilion built on the basis of the most important landmark building in Lezein." Fletcher explained, "The World Expo will be held here in two months to demonstrate national strength and celebrate the victory of the Brecy Revolution fiftieth anniversary."

   "Same as the name of the Mena River?"

"Yes."

  The train passed the rudimentary Mena Pavilion very quickly, and Verac returned to his seat and sat down. Nord also happily discussed with Dempsey those chic buildings and fashionable pedestrians.

   "Go and get dressed, we'll be there soon." Fletcher arranged for someone to do the final touches on Verac's image before arriving at the station.

   More than ten minutes later, the train stopped at the railway station.

   Fletcher and Veraker, who looked good in a suit, got out of the car first.

   After standing on the ground of Laizein with both feet, Verak took a deep breath and looked up at everything in sight.

  (end of this chapter)