Saint

Chapter 22: chapter

In three days, the cardinal earned the income that was initially envisioned. Head Bari announced generously that there was only one performance this morning for everyone to have a good time. After all, the atmosphere of Carnival makes every girl who loves it a bit restless. There are happy voices in the ears and a little spare money in the pocket. Who doesn't want to go out and buy something you like? Inside the tent, a drama was coming to an end. This is a story about a rebellious red haired female robber who fought against the evil warden in order to save the lover in the prison. The most beautiful Nicole is not allowed to play the role of a female robber. Her red hair is wearing a small crown made of feathers and cheap gems, and her small leather armor is full of shiny paint. This dress may make many people in the art world feel that she has no taste, but ordinary citizens can not pursue it. They are satisfied as long as the actress can show half a white chest and long legs under the leather skirt. The heroic enna often turns into a male role. The high bridge of the nose and the short hair of the ears cause many young people to sigh. Of course, the warden is dressed up as Fulan, but his tone is too just. At the end, he shouted "when the sinner goes to hell", as if the female robber was really guilty. Fortunately, Nicole was quick to learn, and added a paragraph condemning the warden's affectation, which is actually a line to plot evil plots. The plot of the twists and turns didn't make the audience doubt, but thought it was superb acting skills. So, at the end of the reunion, when the bad people were defeated and the separated lovers hugged, the warm applause continued for a long time. Backstage, Nicole angrily complained, "just by appearance, the audience thinks you're a villain, so you don't need to add any personal style and pay attention to acting skills." "I'm sorry." Fulan arranged the props. "There's more", Nicole showed her arm to Fran, and there were clear blue marks on her skin, which was pinched by him in a fight play. "Next time, you should be less strong, you really don't know how much strength you have?" Head Bari quickly came to the rescue, "Nicole, there is a guest who wants to buy you at night. You can talk to him." "I'll give you thirty silver coins." Nicole said, and then he hooked his fingers to Fulan, "big man, if you want, I'll give you a discount." "The price is my salary in January." Fulan refused, but his words were misunderstood, and the red haired girl said contemptuously, "hum, if you want free, there's no way." "OK, stop it." Bari said, "and Quasimodo, you can buy some food and wine, and add food in the evening." Fulan agreed. He walked out of the camp, so he didn't hear the two girls playing. "Commander, the big man doesn't look like a man. I've never seen a girl in a group, but I don't cheat." Nicole bit the commander's ear and whispered, "it's not like he doesn't have that ability." "Quasimodo is a gentleman." "I've never seen such an ugly gentleman." Nicole looked at Bari carefully. "You defend him so much. Have you ever been in a small tent with him secretly?" "Little fox." the head of the group laughed and scolded, "the guests are still waiting." "Old women want strong bodies, not looks." Nicole thought narrowly. Praise the joy! The streets and alleys of Fedu have become a stage. The theme of the whole week will be costume parade, clowns, delicious food, laughter and madness. If you can't use up your strong energy until you are exhausted, you will be ridiculed as a fool who doesn't know how to enjoy. The street running is in the process of pangluo street in front of the arena. This narrow stone road with a length of more than one thousand meters has gathered more than 100 brave fans. Although many people will die under the foot of bulls in the annual running activities, Fedu people still enjoy it. Oh, according to tradition, if the boys participating in the running are not injured, it must be a coward who will only escape. According to the performance - usually a strong young man with many bruises on his back will win the title of champion, and the reward is a large barrel of champagne and small gifts provided by the sponsor. Both sides of the subdistrict have been rented out by smart residents. Every small window with good vision is full of people who dare not attend in person and do not want to miss the excitement. Many of them are boys and girls from upper class society. The festival added a section of lace, and two noble youths took to the streets like a knight in order to get a miss's heart. "Ruqi, be careful." the beautiful girl took off her white gloves and waved them in front of the window on the second floor. She was both shy and proud, and the girlfriends who accompanied her thought jealously, "why don't two warriors pursue me like this?" "Dear, the champion and honor belong to you." the young man called Mies replied downstairs, and smiled at the competitor ostentatiously. "Miss Naomi, you are so partial." another young man cried sadly, "please give me some love, otherwise I would rather die under the hoof of the bull." This particular speech of putting yourself in a weak position won miss Naomi's sympathy and favor. She cried out cordially, "Mr. Riddle, in the evening's salon, you can invite me to dance the first dance." Sixteen strong bulls were released from the shed, and the crowd immediately began to run, which is a carnival on the edge of death. If you can't run into the arena and be caught up, you have to break at least a few bones. Two legs can never run four legs. Many people saw that the sharp angle was getting closer and closer, and they escaped into the door of the building on the side of the road. The originally neat formation was immediately disordered, and the audience heard waves of boos. The two young men running for the beauty's heart obviously had a lot of sports at ordinary times. They were only a few steps away from the arena gate before they were caught up. Lu Qi was pale, but he nimbly avoided the impact of a bull. Taking advantage of the gap between the cattle, he gave up his efforts and escaped to the side of the street. But Riddle didn't have such good luck. He was not a local and didn't know some taboos to participate in the running of cattle. When his coat was hooked off by the horn, the red jacket in his body excited the bull. He was wiped off by the horn and rolled on the ground for several times. When he was half up, the cattle changed their direction and rushed towards him. "God, be careful." people reminded that many people had foreseen the tragic ending and covered their eyes. Riddle used both hands and feet to escape the trample of this group of death gods. He was so scared that he wanted to cry and regretted his rash choice. Even if Naomi was ten times more beautiful, his life was not important. It seems that the kingdom of heaven sympathizes with this young man's fate and the Savior falls from the sky. A thick arm grabbed the horn of the cow, and the cow in the gallop stopped alive. It couldn't move forward any more. The owner of the arm took a breath and threw the cow to the ground. Then he took off Riddle's jacket and threw it in the opposite direction. The cattle hesitated to turn around, but instead hit in confusion. The crowd cheered, but the warrior's appearance was not pretty. Many guests who had patronized the cardinal recognized that he was an employee of the tour troupe. "This giant is so powerful." everyone talked about it. "My waist..." Riddle was lying still, and it was very painful. Someone handed him half a cup of sweet wine and fed it to his mouth. It took him a long time to breathe. "If you are OK, I should go," said Fulan. "Oh, please wait." Riddle shouted, "if I can't repay my benefactor, my reputation will be disgraced." I don't know when Naomi pushed over, and his eyes were full of tears, "Riddle." her name was so close that she didn't add the suffix of Mr. , "are you ok? I was just scared to death." The arrival of the beauty filled the young man with courage. He stood up and patted the dust on his clothes. "My love, for you, I am willing to face anything dangerous." He took Naomi's hand and didn't want to release it, while the lady blushed and acquiesced in his unbridled behavior. It took Riddle a long time to think of the rescuer. He said with the usual tone of the upper class, "Sir, how can I repay you?" he felt his wallet and suddenly had a good idea, "I have a party in the evening, you can participate as my partner." Fulan was ready to leave, but the family emblem embroidered on the man's clothes made him change his mind. It was a Lancaster. "I'm happy to," Fulan replied. "It's wonderful." Riddle was happy to call, "I'll pick you up in the evening, you live in..." he looked at Fulan's very ordinary clothes, "you can wait for me in the square of three streets, six o'clock." "I'll finish my work and wait for you in the square at six o'clock." Naomi secretly said to his new boyfriend, "why invite him? Those scars just look at them and feel afraid. Give a few gold coins, the countryman will be moved to tears." "Honey." Riddle is still excited about his good idea. "Aren't you tired of dancing and chatting? This kind of ugly eight weird, but a funny fun." At the same time, Fulan is also thinking that this is a good opportunity for him to get close to the Reinschmann family. Since the God of vengeance has given opportunities, don't miss them. "In the records of master Dachi, many paintings were lost in the war. We can only infer the great art that we didn't get to see from the name of the book." the senior appraiser of the bank said that he was invited to have lunch with the president. "It's a pity," Deborah exclaimed, "can a master have a handed down portrait?" "Lovers and maidens are Dachi's top works." "Oh, I once heard that he drew a portrait of a woman in black, whose name is..." Deborah rubbed his forehead and pretended not to remember. "Helen!" the appraiser said, "this is the most outstanding work of the master! The model in the painting is Dach's lover in his old age. There's another way of saying that the model is basically the master's self portrait. He uses a brush, like the Lord of heaven, to give himself feminine characteristics." "It's amazing. I don't know which Prince has Helen in his collection at present." "Sir, it was stolen fifty years ago. The original owner is a famous Imperial Prince. He used various methods, but he didn't find it." the appraiser replied that the case was widely spread and many people knew it. Deborah also knows that he just wants to confirm. "If Helen could appear on the market, it would be worth at least one million, and all artists and nobles would be crazy about it. But I think, maybe this painting has been hidden by someone." Yes, it's in the bank's vault. Deborah was ecstatic. He was sure that the black sheep didn't know the secret under the sketch. One million was his. There is also a more critical issue. "My friend, because of poor storage, the two collections are stuck together. Is there any way to separate them?" "Art preservation pays great attention to skills, which can't be learned by anyone." the appraiser said contemptuously that he was distressed by the president's words, "humidity and heat will make the fragile color and ink pigment disperse, and you must use neutralizer, solvent, trained dexterous fingers and professional tools to slowly repair. If you are not concentrated, the painting will be destroyed." "How long does it usually take?" "Depending on the specific situation, I've dealt with such accidents for two weeks." The president thought, "two weeks? It's too late. The deposit period is ten days. Now it's five days." He wanted to take Helen out of the frame, but one million and ten thousand, like twin brothers. It's not realistic to confiscate two paintings. It's deposited in the high Treasury. Can you reply with reasons such as loss? The most famous bank in Golden Road, the most closely guarded vault, unexpectedly lost something, and this kind of big case patrol hall would intervene. As the president, he was discredited, and the head office would not let himself go. One million, and his reputation as a banker, he didn't want to lose. Deborah quickly made a decision, "since the spendthrift thinks that the painting is only worth ten thousand, I'll find a reason to buy it at the original price or double."