Chapter 74 (1/2)
After bumping on the pickup truck for three and a half days, Rawl almost kept going all the way except for necessary meals and rest. It took nearly a week to finally reach a city in the fertile valley: Sweet frost city.
The driver was a local, warm, talkative and shrewd. He talked with rolle all the way and described the precautions and customs of the fertile valley to him, but he didn't say a word, let alone ask Rolle's purpose and purpose. They got along very well.
Finally, he took rolle outside a trusted Hotel, greeted the boss, and it was time to part.
”Mr. rolle, if you still want to take my car on your return trip, you can let the boss contact me.”
”OK, thank you. You are the best guide I have ever met in this world.”
Rolle also said sincerely and shook hands with the other party.
”If you need a new guide, you can also tell the boss that he will introduce you to the most reliable person.”
The driver said and sat back in the car.
”Thank you. I'll think about it.”
Luo Er said, waved his hand, and the two parted.
The driver should have left directly, but there was a look of hesitation and entanglement on his face. Finally, like summoning up courage, he pressed the horn and stopped rolle who was about to enter the hotel.
”Mr. rolle, I also have a daughter. She has just turned 8 this year. She is very cute. She lives in Zaza town not far from here...”
He tried to stop talking, but rolle had guessed from his eyes and expression.
He is afraid that the conflict that may break out here will affect himself and his daughter
This is an emotional communication that only fathers can understand.
When Princess Anya's housekeeper can arrange to be a guide, the driver obviously knows something and understands that rolle can't be an ordinary village man, but he doesn't dare to say more.
I'm afraid he held back those words for a long time all the way?
Every father is not easy.
With emotion in his heart, Rolle walked into the hotel.
The boss had prepared a clean room for him and asked in less standard imperial language:
”Would you like to take your lunch to your room?”
Luo Er was slightly stunned and realized that the world did not only speak one language, but that the driver's imperial language was too good, which gave him the illusion.
”OK, bring it to me later.”
Rolle slowed down as much as possible so that the other person wouldn't understand, and then asked:
”Are there many people who can speak imperial language here? Do I need to hire an interpreter?”
”Most people in the city know that if you don't go to those rural places, you don't need them.”
The boss replied in awkward imperial language.
Rolle nodded and inquired about the prices and expenses here.
”One day, 5 Easts, including meals, and your donkey's feed.”
”50 East, there is the most beautiful girl in the city...”