106 Gypsies Part 2 (1/2)
Chapter 106: Gypsies Part 2
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Tang En scratched his head, ”Have we arrived at an early 1990s' refugee zone?”
Moore pointed to a yellow long wagon and announced, ”The modernized wagon is part of the nomadic way of life, Mr. Twain. Freddy Eastwood, who you're looking for, is such a Romanichal Gypsy.”
”This sounds like a fantasy novel,” Tang En chuckled. ”Can he do divination? The sparkling magic crystal ball, the mysterious cabin with the half-covered hanging screen by the door.”
Moore shook his head. ”He can't. But ...”
”But?”
”It is said that his wife is able to. She is also a Romani.”
Looking in front of him, Tang En had no idea what to say. He came here to find the wonderkid from the game, not a Romanichal Gypsy who was living with his wife in a wagon outside mainstream society.
The white curtain in the third window frame from the left, directly opposite them, swayed a little. Moore called attention to Twain who was still in a daze, ”It seems that the sound of our conversation has awakened the owner here, Mr. Twain.”
”Huh? What?”
Tang En's question was interrupted by the creaking sound of a door opening.
A girl in pink pajamas with messy hair, wearing a black fur coat on the outside–Tang En was not able to say if it was a woman in front of him because she looked too young–stuck her head out of the wagon.
”You two gentlemen, are you here to buy a car?” The girl's voice was crisp, like the song of a bird in the morning.
”Buy a car?” Tang En thought he had heard wrong.
Moore's slow, deep voice rang out in his ear again. ”He has joined a local amateur team and is helping his father sell second-hand cars when he's not training or playing.”
Tang En glanced at Moore. ”Mr. Moore, do you know anything else about him that you can tell me all at once?”
When Moore was about to open his mouth, the girl jumped down from the wagon and stood barefoot on the grass in the early winter morning. She curiously sized-up at the two visitors. ”It appears that you are not here to buy a car, nor are you here for divination. Are you guys sent by the old man Boris?”
”Who is Boris?” Tang En did not understand. With all these things happening, he felt that he should not have gone out today!
”A local councilor.” Moore explained again. ”He has publicly condemned them on many occasions that it is illegal to put their home on the community greenbelt. And he has also appealed to the relevant authorities to investigate the matter.”
”Thank you for the clarification, Mr. Moore.” Tang En nodded. He was completely out of temper.
”You're welcome, Mr. Twain.”
”But, I don't think you look very much like government people either.” The girl was also observing Twain and Moore while they were talking. ”In that case, what exactly are you here to do?” Out of nowhere, she pulled out a deck of playing cards, shuffled them in her hands and played with them over and over. Tang En's attention was caught by her excellent card skills.
What kind of people are from this family?!
At this time, he heard a burst of ”clop clop” sound from behind him. Then a loud and sharp male voice suddenly rang out, ”Hey, Sabina! Do we have visitors? Are they here to buy a car or looking for a divination? Is the baby awake, did you give him milk? Oh, quickly go back, you have no shoes on!”
This sudden voice sounded like a machine gun. He was speaking very quickly, and his elocution was unclear, ratatatat, ratatatat... Tang En simply could not catch what he had said in time and then it was over.
He and Moore turned back to look, and a man's head appeared above the bushes. ”Good heavens, he's really tall!” exclaimed Tang En. Although the bushes were not that tall, they were as tall as a man, and this man looked taller than the bushes. Was he another Jan Koller? No, he remembered this man in the game was not tall at all.
”Mr. Twain, in fact,” Moore corrected Twain's remark, ”he is not that tall. He seems tall to you, because...”
Eastwood looked at these two unfamiliar men in front of his eyes, shook his head curiously, and then came out from behind the bushes.
”...because he's riding a horse.”
When he saw Eastwood ”walking” out, Tang En heard something clicked in his brain.
Moore was right, the man was indeed riding on the back of a black steed! The horse flicked its tail continuously and snorted.
”Oh my god! Am I in the Middle Ages?” cried Tang En. He might never forget what he had seen today for the rest of his life—Tang En's medieval fantasy trip!
The gypsy couple looked strangely at the man who was scratching his head and wondered what he was doing. At this time, a baby's cry could be heard in the wagon, and the woman hurriedly ran back. The man jumped down to lead the horse to the woods behind and fasten the reins to a tree. Having done this, he walked back to the wagon, sat down in the chair by the doorway, and studied the two men.
Tang En finally recovered from the bewilderment. He stepped forward, gave a cough, and then introduced himself. ”Hello, Freddy. I am... um, I'm...” He was stuck. How should I introduce myself?
”It doesn't matter who you are, Sir.” Eastwood sat on his chair in a very relaxed manner, shaking his head. ”What's important is your purpose in coming here.”
”Freddy, do you want to play professional football?” Tang En got right to the point.
This question caught Eastwood's attention and he scrutinized Twain for a long time. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, rose from his chair, and shouted at Twain, ”I remember now! You're that guy from Nottingham Forest!”
Tang En nodded, ”Just as you thought. I'm that guy.” It was a good moniker which saved everyone a lot of trouble.