Grumbling Grumbling Grumbling Grumbling Grumbling Grumbling Grumbling Grumbling...

　　 Lorraine doesn’t know how to describe the sounds he hears, chewing, swallowing, dismantling bones, cutting meat with knives and forks, rubbing porcelain plates, and of course sniffing and faint sobs...

　　 All these sounds are mixed together, and then combined with the maid’s feet on the carpet, rushing back and forth, and finally synthesizing the multi-channel stereo sound effect-Bell eats meat.

Really, this step can be done with a human body. It has perfectly explained from the scientific level why Homo sapiens was able to win the race against dolphins and wolves millions of years ago, becoming the only ruling class on earth. .

　　 The answer is the desire to live, and the greed that is strong enough to forget the desire to live.

Lorraine reached for the wine bottle on the table, ready to give himself a sip of Bordeaux to be shocked. This action was captured by Bell's aftermath. He suddenly raised his head, bulging his cheeks, tearing the steak, and staring fiercely at the wine. hand.

　　 An embarrassing breath called protecting food filled the air.

　　 Lorraine coughed slightly, and his hands claws around the bottle, neither holding it nor holding it.

　　 "Drake classmate..." Bell tried to swallow his mouthful of meat, cutting with a knife and fork, without squinting, "What do you want to do?"

　　 "Give you...pour wine?"

　　 "But my cup is still full."

　　 "The last order is over, I guess, you may be ready to order more, and before that, you will need to drink some alcohol to wash your mouth."

　　 The knife and fork immediately stopped in place.

　　 Bell’s lips trembled, tears filled his eyes, and he turned his head and looked at Lorraine affectionately: "Can I order more?"

　　 "This is my manor..."

　　 "Two fillets, three ribs, and two black puddings. Don't cut them, the whole one. Then, what kind of wine is this?"

　　 "The hill of Margaux is the home-grown aging wine of the Lestonak family..."

　　 "Two more bottles!"

"I don't know what you have gone through..." Lorraine let go of the bottle, laughing and crying, and waved to Finrir in the corner of the restaurant. Serve it up."

　　……

　　 Wine and rice are full.

　　 After drinking three bottles of top Bordeaux worth dozens of pounds, Hu Chi Haesedi swallowed at least ten steaks and three thick black puddings. When he was about to die or not, Bell finally regained his senses and stopped eating in time.

　　 The two moved to the study, holding the tea, and began to reminisce about the past.

　　 "If you want your family to know what happened to you, tell me what you remember before you die."

"What do you mean by telling you what you remember..." Bell moved his body laboriously so that his hard as iron belly tilted upwards, making full use of the space of his stomach and intestines. "You have regarded me as a dying. Is it?"

"It's roughly the same." Lorraine compared his throat to the lower abdomen. "Physiologically, what you put in tonight can block your throat. As long as you have trouble with your posture when you sleep, you will squeeze. Squeeze your trachea and strangle yourself in a dream."

"real?"

　　 "So leave any last words, and I will hand them to your sister."

　　 "The last words...maybe they are really last words." Bell sighed deeply, "In short, I am absconding in fear of sin."

　　噗!

　　 Lorraine sprayed a sip of tea on the coffee table, dripping half of the table top, "What did you say?"

"I, I absconded in fear of crime. The matter of reselling the maritime commute to you in Southampton has been exposed, the admiral...No, Shaq Drake is going to hand me over to the military court. I received the news ahead of time and landed on the way. , Escaped from the boat."

　　 "Do you think I will believe this kind of leaky rhetoric?"

　　 "Believe it or not, this is the truth." Bell shrugged scornfully.

Lorraine had a rare spirit: "Okay, you said it is true. I ask you, why did Major General Drake not convene a military court on board? The Lion is the flagship of the squadron and has two sets of command systems. Two officers above the school level?"

　　 "I am an old man who has followed Shaq Drake since the Wanderer. I always have a certain influence on the ship. He is afraid that the court on the ship will make a judgment in my favor."

　　 "And then? He put you to death, but didn't know to keep a secret?"

　　 "He kept the news very deadly." Bell took out a dirty trial order from his arms, "It's a pity that the service found this thing while cleaning the admiral's cabin."

Lorraine accepted the trial order suspiciously. It stated Bell’s resume, charges, and the basic information of the case. There were Shaq’s signature and Drake’s stamp underneath, but the jury and court staff were empty. A real trial application was made.

　　 He threw the trial order on the wet coffee table: "Only the signature of Major General Drake is on it. It hasn't spread. It can be easily forged."

　　 Bell couldn't help but smile: "If there is a second person's information on it, doesn't it respond to the saying you just said [He puts me to death, but doesn't know to keep a secret]?"

"That's it." Lorraine took it for granted. "A scalping of military supplies involving more than forty rifles happened to his cronies. His rank is not a problem at all, but if a military court is called, it will be enough to demand you. Little life. No matter how you explain this matter, Shaq Drake is not a foolish person, but he is not a man who doesn't know how to work."

　　 "You know your brother..." Bell seemed to give up arguing, raised his head, and recalled the past.

"I escaped from the ship in San Salvador and fled all the way to Kingston." He glanced at Lorraine. "Don't ask me why I went to the fleet station to snare myself. Just ask that I have no money. There is not enough change to take the ship back to Europe. If you stay in West India, it's almost the same everywhere."

　　 Lorraine never doubted this.

　　 Bell's family status Lorraine knew very well that he would not leave too much money on himself, and it would be impossible for people who fled to borrow money from colleagues on the ship.

　　 As for why you came to Kingston...

　　 The Golden Deer and the Lion met outside Port Royal. In that case, Bell is likely to come to Kingston and go to Lorraine.

　　 The premise of all this is that Bell's absconding is true.

　　 He nodded noncommittal and motioned for Bell to continue.

Bell took a sip of tea: "I was looking for you in Kingston, but I didn't find it. On the dock, I found out that the Drake Chamber of Commerce had opened a branch in Kingston. I also inquired through the old fellow who worked in the branch that you bought it in Lucy. The manor, I will come over to you."

　　 "If you came to Lucy to find me, how would you..." Half-talking~lightnovelpub.net~Lorraine suddenly froze in the middle.

　　Ms. Ofi’s words suddenly reverberated in her mind. She once said: “There is a **** who claims to be your friend. He hopes to wait for you to come back in the manor and was driven out by me.”

　　 This is not so coincidental, is it?

　　 The pleasant desire to explore rose, Lorraine shook the bell beside him, and asked the maid outside the door to call in Miss Offie.

　　 As soon as Miss Offie entered the door, her eyes collided with Bell, who was sitting on the sofa, and both of them were dark.

　　 "Huh!" "Hmm!"

　　 Lorraine understood at a glance, the two have a story.

　　 He asked softly: "Ofi, while I was away from the manor, you said that you drove away a **** who claimed to be my friend..."

"It's this rascal, sir!" Miss Offie replied with a sharp throat. "Besides, he just ate 98 pounds and 16 shillings in one meal. Even though you are rich in wealth, you still need to stay away from such so-called friends. So as not to sit and eat the sky."

　　 Lorraine felt the deep hostility from Miss Ofie's words, and he couldn't help but looked at Bell inquiringly: "Judia, how did you provoke my butler?"

　　 "How can a kind gentleman like me provoke a serious lady casually?"

　　Miss Offie flushed with anger: "Shy, shameless villain!"

　　 "Moody, hot and savage." Bell put on a disdainful face, "every time I see you, I cross my arms and show off. Why? Is the constipation still good?"