Wild North America 1846

Chapter 799 Bakery

5 years later
Early summer 1909

Paris
early morning
In a palace-style building very close to the Champs Elysées.
Two strong Chinese men came back from their morning run, opened the mailbox, took newspapers, letters and the milk delivered in the morning, and returned to the house one after another.

These two people are the masters of the Royal Guards who traveled around with the Holy Ancestor Emperor. One is called Han Huachen, whose external identity is the senior military attache of the embassy in France, with the rank of colonel.

The other is called Ma Fengtu, whose external identity is senior military attaché of the Embassy in Germany and the rank of lieutenant colonel in the Royal Army.

Returning to the beautifully decorated dome-style living room, Xu Jinxun, who looked a little older, hurriedly came forward and asked quietly: "You two, do you have any news about the master?"

Han Huachen shook his head silently and handed the newspaper and a stack of letters in his hand to Xu Jinxun. The meaning was self-explanatory.

Neither Han Huachen nor Ma Fengtu are talkative people. They are usually taciturn and can only be lively when they are sparring with each other. Their personalities are quite boring.

Xu Jinxun had long been used to it. He frowned and sighed slightly.Holding a stack of letters in his hand, he walked to the sofa in the living room, sat down, and began to read carefully.

He quickly finished flipping through several letters, and instead of relaxing his brows, his sorrow deepened.

There was no news from the master, but my hometown came to ask in a hurry, what should I do?
According to prior agreement

Every once in a while, Xu Jinxun has to report to the imperial royal family and the local government that he is safe. It does not involve the specific situation of the Holy Lord, the Supreme Emperor, and the Holy Gong. That is the top secret of the empire.

But in recent years

The imperial royal family became increasingly anxious to know the physical condition of the Holy Ancestor Emperor, which put Xu Jinxun in a dilemma.

To be honest

He and the two masters of the Royal Guards had not seen the Holy Ancestor Emperor for more than four years. He had been hiding this news, and he could only be anxious when he received letters from home.

Every 10 days and a half, a letter will appear in the mailbox, with a few flying words on it, written in powerful and thick words, most of which are;
"I'm fine, don't worry."

"fine."

"Eat well, sleep well."

"Don't bother me."

All of these are written by His Majesty the Holy Ancestor, the Supreme Emperor. They are another form of reporting peace, and you will feel at ease after reading them.

Xu Jinxun and others also tried to monitor in shifts to see who was delivered to the mailbox every morning.

But after persisting for more than a year, I was surprised to find no one with a similar figure to the Holy Ancestor, the Supreme Emperor. It was really strange.

The three people here can swear that as long as His Majesty the Holy Ancestor appears, they will recognize him even if he is disguised. The impression is too deep.

Every move of that tall figure was imprinted deep into his soul, and he would never forget it even until his death.

It's a pity that I haven't noticed it even once, but the letters are still sent on time every ten days and a half. Do you think it's strange?
In the minds of Xu Jinxun and the three of them, His Majesty the Holy Ancestor was already a god-like figure, and it was normal for him to have some unpredictable methods.

Those in the imperial family and the government all thought that Xu Jinxun and others were always serving His Majesty the Holy Ancestor, and that they were well-connected to the Holy Family, not to mention how nourishing they were.

They don't know the suffering of these three people, who are really walking on thin ice and trembling under great pressure.

If I haven't received a personal letter from the Holy Ancestor Emperor for more than 10 days, I will start to feel restless and sit at the door waiting every day. I am even more pious than Wangfuya.

After traveling freely for two years, His Majesty the Holy Ancestor became more and more detached.

The three of them, Xu Jinxun and others, seemed to be in the way, so they simply flew solo, leaving these three Kuhaha here as a channel to communicate with the empire.

Others are gone.

Just when Xu Jinxun and the others were looking sad, a man wearing a peaked cap and riding a bicycle passed by the door and waved his hand indiscernibly.

I saw a flash of white light, and a letter passed more than ten meters away and was accurately inserted into the slender entrance of the mailbox.

But the man didn't pause at all and rode away on his bicycle.

after more than 10 minutes

At the door of the bakery on another street, the man wearing a peaked cap raised his head. It was Richard, who was looking younger and younger. He parked his bicycle with two newspapers in his shoulders and locked it with an iron chain on the cast iron lamp.

Then he walked into the bakery unhurriedly. After pushing the door open, the beautiful blond-haired female shopkeeper inside looked up and saw him. She immediately showed a happy look on her face and said hello;
"Dear Li, you haven't been here for a few days."

"Uh-huh, I went to Marseille, so I won't talk about this anymore. Bring me a big cup of hot coffee, a few croissants, and some Lombard cheese and sausage. I'm starving."

"It's so heartbreaking, honey, what you asked for will be here right away. There are also freshly baked milkshake frosted buns today, do you want some?"

"Okay, Servilia, I can eat a cow now." After listening to his words, Servilia giggled while busying skillfully.

She called out to the bakery clerk and brought over some freshly baked milkshake icing bread. She held a tray in her hand and had already delivered croissants and cheese.

Her figure is plump and curvy, and she is slender. She is exactly the type that Richard likes, with fair skin, good looks, long legs, and a unique charm between her eyebrows and eyes.

Servilia came over and put down the tray, leaned down and kissed Richard gently on the cheek. Her eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, and it was obvious that they were not just ordinary friends.

This is completely understandable

An outstanding man like Richard is rare to find in the world. He stands out from the crowd wherever he goes. It is difficult for people not to notice him, especially women who are naturally sensitive.

He exuded a strong sense of elegance, and even though he was wearing simple clothes standing among a group of workers, he still looked outstanding.

Before the hot coffee was brewed, Richard began to devour the croissant. He spread Lombard cheese on the bread, sandwiched it with sausage and green lettuce, wrapped it up, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

It takes at most three bites to finish off a croissant burger.

Although he eats quickly, he still has a detached and noble temperament, which is charming no matter how you look at it.

Servilia stood by the coffee pot, but her eyes were completely focused on Richard, and she couldn't even see the bread buyer coming in.

"Julio, come here and greet this gentleman."

Sevilla took the tray containing the milkshake frosted bread and immediately ordered the store clerk to receive the customers. Then she put the brewed coffee into the pot and carefully placed it on the tray.

Then he picked up the tray with both hands and walked towards Richard's seat with a smile on his face.

After taking only two steps, he was blocked by a big man with an angry face. This man was McCourt, a French businessman who dealt in daily necessities and one of Seville's suitors.

It was precisely for this reason that Servilia did not want to receive him in person to avoid getting entangled.

"Oh oh oh... let me see Seville, are these hot coffee and delicious snacks going to that gentleman? Just for this Oriental, you now call me "this gentleman"? This It made me very unhappy.”

At this moment, McCourt was filled with jealousy, his face was distorted because of this, and he clenched his fists to block the situation.

Sevilla didn't tolerate him at all, she looked up and said, "Go away, McCourt, you are so arrogant and disgusting. Get out of here now, you are not welcome in my bakery." "

McCourt was infuriated, shaking his fists and shouting;
"Hmm... Just because of that despicable orientalist, you want to drive me away? Apart from having two stinky riches and being able to make girls happy, what else do these upstarts from North America have? They are all damn aliens All believers should go to hell."

Richard, who was sitting next to him, was wildly provoked by this jealous man. He put down the half-wrapped croissant with a stern look on his face. He snapped his fingers in the air and said, "You lowly lunatic, you have committed jealousy among the seven deadly sins. He shall be punished by having his mouth and nose plucked out and sent to hell.”

McCourt originally wanted to anger the Oriental and take the opportunity to give him a good beating.Therefore, he looked over with fierce eyes, a sneer on his face, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, McCourt's expression changed, and he turned around and looked back in panic...

I heard a burst of barking from outside, and several strong dogs came running wildly. Each dog's eyes were red, as if they were crazy.

Servilia also saw this scene and immediately screamed in fright.

"Don't panic, Servilia, please go back to the counter." Richard's steady voice seemed to soothe his mind, and Servilia subconsciously took a few steps back and hid behind the counter.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Several big, strong dogs had already smashed through the door and rushed in. When they saw McCourt, they seemed to be crazy. They jumped up in the air and opened their sharp teeth to bite him.

Several big dogs bumped into him one after another, knocking the strong McCourt to the ground immediately, opening their sharp teeth and biting wildly, causing screams.

Richard bypassed the dogs and came to the door to open the store door.

I saw these big dogs working together to drag McCourt, who was howling miserably, out of the store, and started biting him on the street.

McCourt struggled to stand up and ran to the other side of the street covered in blood. At this time, he saw more than ten vicious dogs rushing out from the intersection, running up and knocking him to the ground.

More than a dozen big dogs swarmed up, and McCourt soon lost his voice of struggle...

inside the shop

Richard shook his head without changing his expression, as if brushing off a speck of dust on his body, and said to the shocked bakery boy Julio; "Julio, if I were you, I would take out the mop at this time. Wipe the floor clean. One more thing is worse than one less thing. No one wants to face police questioning."

Servilia woke up at this time, her panic expression still not calm. She looked outside the street with lingering fear, and then hurriedly looked away.

He ordered Julio to say, "Why are you still standing there? Clean up the ground quickly. If the police come to question you, we won't know anything. In fact, that's the case. This is just an accident."

"I understand, boss." Julio quickly walked out of the counter, picked up the mop and started mopping.

His heart was ups and downs like a violent wave, and he was even more afraid of this mysterious and noble oriental man. Could he be an animal trainer?
Richard didn't take this trivial matter to heart at all. He killed tens of millions of people with his own hands or because of his orders?
He's just a white Frenchman. If he dies, he'll die. What's the big deal?
(End of this chapter)