Chapter 292: Real "Messenger"

Minsk Street 15.

"Eat, eat! We really have money this time! Haha!" Peiman placed the fragrant pickled fish on the dining table, quickly untied her apron, and said arrogantly.

"Oh, it smells so good! Peiman, now I believe what you said about being a chef and being able to support myself!" Leonard's index finger moved, and the old man's urging voice came in his mind.

"That's right! There are so many delicious foods in my hometown! It's more than enough to eat a different dish every day for a year!"

Peiman wiped her hands, skillfully put a bowl of rice in front of Leonard, and then took her turn. She picked up her homemade "chopsticks" and clicked them twice, saying proudly:
"Okay, no spoons today. Those who don't know how to use chopsticks can just eat rice~"

"..." Leonard picked up two short sticks and awkwardly picked up a dish of sweet and sour pork, but it fell back as soon as he picked it up.

"Haha, if you beg me, I will feed you reluctantly, how about it?" Peiman picked up a piece of meat steadily and slowly put it to Leonard's mouth.

"please……"

Ding-dong! The doorbell suddenly rang, and Peiman's right hand trembled, and the piece of tenderloin slipped out of the chopsticks and fell onto the table. Suddenly, the piece of meat wrapped in batter and bright red in color disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

Leonard felt as if a perfect combination of sour, sweet and meaty flavor bloomed in his mouth, and then the taste disappeared.

[“It smells so good~”]

"Damn it!" Leonard and Peiman shouted at the same time. The former was for the food, and the latter was for someone interrupting their lunch...

Peiman stood up angrily and walked to the entrance. She immediately put on a business smile and opened the door. She immediately saw an elderly man wearing the traditional black and white formal suit of Rune. He looked very surprised and said:

"Are you Ms. Watson? Is Detective Sherlock here? I have a commission..."

"Yes, yes! Please come in!" Peiman smiled brightly. She and Leonard were really popular! They could receive two commissions a day!
As soon as Old Blue entered the door, he smelled the aroma of food. He took a deep breath and said embarrassedly:

"I seem to have disturbed your meal? I'm so sorry... I can come back later..."

"No bother! Not at all! If you don't mind, just add a set of bowls and chopsticks. It's all homely..." Peiman recognized at a glance that the old man's clothes were very valuable, but the cane was a bit plain... But it did not affect the fact that the old man was a rich man!
“Welcome, you…” Leonard stood up, but froze in his place for a moment. He knew the person who came! Old Blue! Old Blue from Tingen! Old Blue who broke into the Nighthawks headquarters without restraint and led to the Old Neil incident, and stirred up trouble in Backlund! He was exposed? ! But why was it the Mandated Punisher? ! Are the Nighthawks hiding in the dark? Oh, I want to go back to Tingen to take a look at it in the end...

"Mr. Sherlock? Your lunch is really sumptuous... It seems to be the dishes from Intis? I have seen 'stir-fried dishes' at the Serenzo restaurant in Backlund. It is said that they came from the Roselle Palace..."

Old Blue stared at the dining table in Holmes's house. On it were steaming, fragrant pickled fish, colorful sweet and sour pork tenderloin, distinctly sliced ​​sour and spicy potato shreds, four braised lion's heads with a strong meaty aroma, and a bowl of crystal clear and fragrant white rice...

Hiss! It smells so good! Peiman can make such a delicious dish just by memory? Isn't it amazing? If Klein came, he would definitely be shocked, right?

"You have good taste!" Peiman hurried to Leonard's side, helped Leonard tidy up his collar and wiped it with a napkin while saying:

"I told you to eat slowly. Look at you. You've splashed all over your clothes..." Then she also served a bowl of rice in front of the old man, and used a separate plate to serve some dishes, and placed them next to the rice bowl, saying apologetically:
"The most criticized thing about Emperor Roselle's dishes in Loen is the shared dining system... It doesn't matter that Sherlock and I are lovers. I took the initiative to separate the meal for you. I hope you don't mind."

Old Blue held up the rice bowl with his left hand and picked up the chopsticks with his right hand. He picked up the sweet and sour pork tenderloin with ease, took a big mouthful of rice and put it into his mouth to chew. He could even speak clearly:
"I don't mind! I don't mind at all!
"Shh! Ms. Watson's cooking skills are the second best I've ever seen! Delicious! Absolutely delicious!"

Peiman and Leonard were both stunned. What was going on? How could he use chopsticks so well?
While they were stunned, Old Bruce had already devoured a bowl of rice and half a plate of food. He set the table and chopsticks, took out his wallet from his inner pocket as usual, took out a 1-pound note and put it on the table and said:

"Thank you for the treat. I'll come again next time...uh..."

Old Blue held his head and said as if he had just reacted:
“I’m sorry that I habitually treat this place as a top-notch restaurant… I hope I didn’t offend you.

"By the way, I'm here to make a request. Well, my request is... to escort this letter to 36 Zouteland Street in Tingen. It's a very important and urgent letter, so I chose to ask you for help instead of going through the kingdom's post office.

"As for the reward, it's 50 pounds, plus reimbursement for your tickets."

Leonard took the sealed letter from Old Blue in a daze. He subconsciously scanned the name of the recipient. Sure enough! Dunn Smith...Captain!

Seeing that Leonard didn't say anything, Peiman said:

"Old sir, if the matter is urgent, I suggest you send a telegram to Tingen! There is a telegraph office nearby... That may be more timely, because even if Sherlock and I set out now, it will take at least the evening to reach the place you mentioned..."

Old Bruce shook his head and said:
"The information that a telegram can convey is not detailed enough. I have already sent a simple telegram back. The letter contains more detailed and specific content. Are you two dissatisfied with this remuneration? I can add more..."

"No, that's enough. We accept this commission!" Leonard said with a serious expression. He didn't know why Old Blue, the Mandated Punisher, wrote a letter to Captain Dunn, but it might involve Feifan and Tingen's safety! He must deliver this letter! Also, he can go back to see the captain, Roxanne, and Frye...

Old Bruce immediately stood up, took out a few banknotes and said:

“This is an advance payment, please leave as soon as possible because it is really important.

"Also, thank you again for your hospitality. I will be leaving now."

……

Old Blue turned left and right and walked into the nearby telegraph office. He said to the three church members waiting there:

"Sorry, those two detectives also treated me to lunch...why don't you guys go have a meal first?
"By the way, they have already accepted the commission and said they will set off for Tingen after lunch. We will hide in No. 15 at that time to ambush the guy who will commit the crime at No. 17 in the evening."

Klein's tense expression relaxed a lot. It seemed that Old Blue didn't discover the identities of Leonard and the others... Well, maybe he discovered it but didn't say it out loud...

(End of this chapter)