I am a master in India

Chapter 124 Royal Palace
"Are you kidding?" Ron looked at Johnny suspiciously.

"Doctor Soul, you haven't even been to the palace. You really are a good person."

"Stop that nonsense," Ron rolled his eyes, "Hela's still in Goa, she can't help."

"She came back yesterday, go call her."

"How did you know she was back?" Ron discovered the blind spot again.

"I ran into her. She was with someone from the German Embassy."

"Okay, I'll go find her."

"Hey! Ron, don't embarrass the Indian men when we get to the palace. You must kill them!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm doing this for business!" Ron retorted loudly, then paused, "And learn some foreign languages ​​by the way."

Learning a foreign language was urgent, so Ron rushed straight to Hela's apartment building.

To be honest, he was curious why Hela was involved with the palace.

Isn't that a place only men go to? Or does Hela have some special fetish?

With all sorts of strange questions in mind, Ron called Hela downstairs and they agreed to meet at the coffee shop next door.

"What do you want from me?" Twenty minutes later, Hela sat opposite him.

"Did you have a good time in Goa?" Ron attentively ordered coffee for her.

"That's an amazing place, Ron, you should go and experience it."

"Wow, I can't wait."

"Okay, if you're embarrassed, just say it. You look like you're trying to buy an umbrella for the first time, but you're too embarrassed to ask. And there's a girl in the hotel room waiting for you to spend the night with her."

"Do I look so impatient?" Ron was stunned, then laughed.

“You’re a gentleman. You don’t want to talk about awkward topics with a lady too directly.” Hela raised an eyebrow at him.

Wow, this is a very high level. Ron looks at Hela with new respect.

"Well, this does sound a little strange. I want you to take me to the palace."

Poof, Hela almost spit out a mouthful of coffee.

She stared at Ron in astonishment, "You want a lady to take you to a whorehouse to find more women?"

This is totally against Tiangang.

"I'm not looking for women, I'm helping other people find women." Ron explained briefly.

“Business matters?” Hela was keenly aware of the key point.

"That's right!" Ron nodded. "I heard you're a regular there?"

"Hey, I take that back. You're not a gentleman at all."

"That's why I didn't speak directly before." Ron spread his hands.

“Tell me, who are the guests? Different groups have different demands on the palace.” Hela changed her sitting position, her long white legs faintly visible under her trouser skirt.

"Customs officer, I have a batch of goods to ship out." Ron didn't expect there was so much knowledge involved.

"They are locals in Mumbai. I know what kind of program to arrange for them." Hela understood.

"Okay, I'll come see you tonight."

"So urgent?"

"You know, Indian men are so impatient." Ron winked at her.

Ron had never been to the palace and had no idea what was going on inside.

Hela told him that since she often needed to entertain people from the embassy, ​​she would bring them here.

She would also arrange for some gem merchants to meet at the palace, so that they could have enough fun to close deals.

Hela herself couldn't understand why so many people wanted to visit the palace. Legend had it that Lady Elizabeth was breathtakingly beautiful, but no one had ever actually seen her.

"It's very puzzling. Everyone knows Lady Elizabeth is dangerous. But they'll do anything to see her."

"What about you, have you met her?" Ron asked.

"No, there was only a screen between us, so we could only see silhouettes. The same was true of the guests I brought with me, but when they left the palace, they looked as excited as if they had met Joan of Arc."

"Perhaps it is the mystery that makes people fascinated?"

"I don't know, she gives me goosebumps."

Ron and Hela headed to the palace in a Bumblebee, a common Fiat taxi. The black and yellow body of the Bumblebee was so congested that they could only move slowly between buses and wooden carts.

The night in Mumbai is still lively. The curfew has just ended and everyone seems to want to vent the depression of imprisonment.

Workers pushing wooden carts shouted slogans in unison as they went uphill. Their wages were calculated in cents, not dollars, but reality did not allow them to stop.

"How are you and Mary and the others?" Hela asked suddenly.

"They are very ambitious and are ambitious to invest in movies." Aquaman Ron answered the question irrelevantly.

"Where's Kaavia?" Hela made another move.

"Very smooth."

"what?"

"Say, are we almost there?" Ron looked around in the car. "Not yet, damn traffic!" The driver sitting in the front suddenly interrupted in vulgar Hindi, "This damn city is constipated today."

He was in high spirits, and Hela had previously told him clearly in fluent Hindi which streets to take and where to turn in order to reach the palace.

Hela is a foreigner, which makes him think Ron is also a foreigner, so he decides to test the two of them.

“A 20 rupee tip might help clear the way,” Hela shot back in Hindi. “Brother, what are you doing, charging taxi fares by the hour? Move on, we’re not new customers!”

"Yes, miss!" the driver answered in English, laughed happily, and rushed through the traffic jam even harder.

This guy just deliberately turned on the taxi meter device, which is used to cheat outsiders.

Obviously, both Ron and Hela knew everything. But the driver didn't care and was even happier.

"Did you bring your business card?" The previous topic was interrupted, and Hela simply pretended nothing happened.

"No, do I need to bring a business card to a place like this?" Ron was puzzled.

"Don't worry," she laughed. "Madam Elizabeth will ask you for it. She likes to collect business cards in case she needs them. But since it's your first time, you can be exempted."

Such trouble made Ron even more curious about the palace.

At this time, the taxi finally rushed to the vicinity of the imperial palace by bluffing. The driver pulled over and parked the car next to a milk tea shop.

Ron and Harry agreed to meet nearby, and they got out of the car and prepared to walk to the palace.

The driver stuck his thumb out of the car window, pointed to the ground, and told the two that he would wait for them there.

He wasn't doing it for extra money or tips, he was just worried about their safety.

In Mumbai, if a taxi driver waits for a passenger, it can be a sign of concern, and this happens quite often.

Hela was beautiful and generous, and the driver was fascinated by her, especially because she could speak fluent Hindi.

If an Indian taxi driver likes you, such as your eyes, smile or your reaction to the beggar at the window, he will be so happy that he will become close to you.

He will be happy to do things for you, no matter the trouble, such as taking you to a place he doesn't like, the palace. He will wait for you outside, just to make sure you are safe.

Hela tipped the driver and told him not to wait for them, though they both knew he would still wait.

"That's one of the things I like about India, if they like you, they like you right away, without any hesitation."

"India is so hot, which makes the people here very warm."

“You’re not like them.” Hela glanced at him.

"What?" Ron asked, a little confused.

"You have different qualities. Sometimes you're like a hero, and sometimes you're like a scumbag."

"If you were a doctor, you would definitely diagnose me with split personality."

Hela laughed. Ron was indeed different from ordinary Indians.

The palace was a large building, triple-fronted and three stories high, with wrought-iron windows facing the street shaped like acanthus leaves.

The building is older than the others on the street, but shows signs of restoration, with thick stone window lintels and architraves carved into the shape of a star-shaped crown.

The third-floor balcony is enclosed by glass and spans the entire facade, while the rooms inside are hidden by bamboo curtains. The exterior walls are gray and the doors are black, with intricate patterns carved on them.

It seems that Lady Elizabeth spent a fortune renovating this building. That's right; it's more likely to attract business in a downtown area. The old textile mill is deserted, so why would it compete with me for territory?

Harry and the others were already waiting on the street outside the door. They had arrived early and couldn't wait.

"Ron, I thought you weren't coming." Harry greeted while looking at Hela frequently.

Although the people around him tried their best to hide their expressions, Hela's appearance still made them very curious. This was the imperial palace.

"Hey buddy, it's still early for the agreed time. Hela will be in charge of bringing us in. She has connections." Ron emphasized the word "connections," and sure enough, the looks in their eyes were no longer so unscrupulous.

Hela didn't say anything. She reached out and touched the door, which opened immediately, and Ron followed.

Harry and the others exchanged glances and quickly followed. It was their first time here, and they had no idea what was going on. Hela's calm demeanor subconsciously drew them closer.

Inside is a cool corridor, with lily-shaped glass lamps deep inside, reflecting soft light.

The walls were covered with wallpaper, and the corridor was filled with the scent of incense and flowers. The closed rooms around it were separated by soundproof mats, leaving only silence, which was strange.

A man stood in the hallway, facing the group, his fingers laced loosely in front of him. He was tall and thin, with fine dark brown hair tied back in a long braid that reached down to his hips.

As he got closer, Ron realized he had no eyebrows, but thick eyelashes, and a pale face tattooed with spirals and scrolls from his lips to his chin.

He was wearing a black long shirt, silk slacks, and plain plastic sandals, which made him look very uncomfortable.

"Hello, Lab." Hela greeted him in a familiar tone.

"Hello, Miss Hela," Rab replied in Hindi. "Madam has been talking about you a lot. Just keep going straight. I will send someone to bring you some cold drinks. You know the way."

He stood aside, slightly bent, and pointed toward the stairs at the end of the corridor. His nails were long and looked like they were painted with henna.

After they walked away, Harry couldn't help but shudder, "This Lab is really creepy."

"You're right, I feel he will eat people." Several of his colleagues nodded hurriedly, and everyone was terrified.

"Madam Elizabeth has two personal servants, and he is one of them. He is a eunuch, and his actual actions are even more terrifying than they appear." Hela whispered with a mysterious look on her face.

"I was wondering why that thing was so eerie," Ron said, also getting goosebumps. "With the atmosphere of the palace, why are so many people still fascinated by it?"

“You’ll know in a moment.” Hela glanced at him with a smile.

(End of this chapter)