At noon, Old Tom drove his carriage into Hesetins, the royal capital of the kingdom.
Old Tom was not a full-time coachman, but an innkeeper.
Late last night, a gentleman carrying a rattan box knocked on the door of his hotel, chose the best room in the hotel, and gave him 1 yuan to spend.
This made Old Tom remember this guest all of a sudden.
I firmly believe that this is a gentleman.
After all, what is a gentle-spoken and generous person but a gentleman?
Therefore, when the other party offered to let him work part-time as a coachman to Hersettins for $5, Old Tom agreed without hesitation.
Anyway, his wife and two sons are still at the hotel, so nothing will happen without him.
What's more, 5 yuan is definitely not a small amount for Old Tom.
Ordinary people may not achieve this amount even if they work hard for a week.
Especially since the round trip only takes one day, it is really worth it.
Therefore, Old Tom asked the gentleman who got off the carriage very solicitously.
"Mr. Marple, do you have any other instructions?"
As he spoke, Old Tom took down the rattan box for the gentleman.
"You have done enough for me"
"I'll do the rest myself."
"Thanks again for your help."
Goethe took the rattan box, waved his hand with a smile, and then turned around and walked to the nearby car dealership - 'Simok Private Carriage Rental', the signboard said this, and it was also engraved in small letters in an inconspicuous place.
Author: Specialized in carriage rental for 30 years.
Old Tom couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the figure disappearing into the car dealership.
"A gentleman like Mr. Marple naturally needs a carriage worthy of a gentleman. A carriage like mine is really a bit shabby."
Old Tom looked at his somewhat crude carriage and was very self-aware.
However, the innkeeper was not depressed.
But very happy.
The fare Goethe paid was enough for him to buy something for his wife and son. When he came to Hersettins last year, his wife stared at that hat for a long time.
The eldest son spent a long time staring at a book of poems.
Bought them all.
As for the younger son?
Two pieces of candy are the best thing.
And him?
No need, the happiness of his family is his greatest happiness.
Thinking of this, the innkeeper drove his carriage to the market.
Life is always full of twists and turns.
But there are always little surprises.
It is a gift from fate.
Let the painful life not be so long and dark.
At least, it's a little sweet.
Goethe was eating the refreshments prepared by the owner of the car dealership and felt that the pudding in his hand was quite sweet. When Goethe made it clear that he wanted to rent the best carriage and driver for a month and said that he had not had lunch, the owner of the car dealership immediately brought it.
afternoon tea.
"Mr. Marple, is this your first time at Hessettins?"
The car dealership owner asked.
"Well, I've been traveling to other countries before."
“I’ve been stuck in a creative bottleneck recently, so I chose to come to Hesettins to find inspiration.”
Goethe said the answer he had prepared long ago.
"Then you must have come to the right place!"
“Hesetins is the best country!”
The owner of the car dealership looked proud.
"Yes, at least in order to avoid the robbers, I had to carefully drive in a large circle and pass through many uninhabited areas - this is still fresh in my memory."
Goethe nodded and said in a calm voice.
Immediately, the car dealer owner became embarrassed.
"Ahem, ahem, it's inevitable in some places around here, but it's absolutely safe in Hesetins..."
"Extra number! Extra number!"
“Special extra issue!”
"There was a murder at Saintes Hospital!"
The newsboy suddenly got up and shouted, causing the dealer's voice to stop abruptly.
He looked at Goethe even more embarrassed.
"Sometimes, there are always surprises, right?"
As he said this, the owner of the car dealership winked at Goethe.
"certainly!"
"However, I hope there will be no surprises in our business - I hope you can recommend me a reliable agent. I need a male servant, a maid, and a house that is safe enough."
Goethe said with a smile.
However, the pronunciation of "safety" is emphasized.
"Safe enough, of course no problem."
"What's the price?"
The car dealership owner asked.
"As long as it's reasonable."
According to that identity, Goethe created a travel writer who paid attention to the quality of life and had a small fortune, but was not the one who took advantage of others.
"Please leave it to me."
"And the butler..."
"Butler doesn't need it!"
"It's hard for me to believe an outsider. In my family... the housekeeper is no longer needed. I will hire another one if necessary later."
Before the car dealership owner could finish his words, he was interrupted by Goethe.
Then, Goethe stopped talking and quickly changed the topic.
The owner of the car dealership was thoughtful.
Then, after the car dealership owner brought some refreshments to Goethe, he went to take care of the trivial matters for Goethe himself.
This car dealership owner has only seen such caution in housekeepers among some old nobles.
noble!
Even the run-down nobles are worthy of respect.
This tradition that has been preserved in Hersettins for hundreds of years has not changed due to the rise of new nobles in the past decade.
It's deeply rooted.
It's like a dying tree.
The leaves look yellow, but the root system is still developed, even though there are many borers inside.
Goethe looked at the back of the car dealership owner and smiled slightly.
Judging from the car dealership owner's changed attitude again, his role was quite successful.
At least, the refreshments now are better than the ones just now.
The tea is sour and sweet, it should be the honey added to the lemon tea.
The dessert was sweeter. It was a complete piece of pastry without cream, but some nuts were added to make the taste richer. Goethe liked it very much. When the car dealership owner came back with an agent, Goethe still finished the meal.
The whole cake.
"Mr. Marple, this is the best agent I know!"
"He has the best connections in Hesetins!"
The owner of the car dealership introduced.
Of course, such words are exaggerated.
If the other party really had that kind of connections, it would never be possible for him to appear in front of him so easily.
However, Goethe did not expose it.
"Poirot Marple."
Goethe introduces himself.
"Hunter, you can call me Hunter."
"What are your requirements for the male and female servants?"
"As for the house, I dare say you will be absolutely satisfied!"
Hunter is a short young man, but his figure seems a bit bloated. When he bows and bends over, his seemingly well-fitting suit immediately becomes full of wrinkles, especially the buttons, which seem to be about to fall apart.
"Just a normal valet."
"As a maid...it's best if you know how to cook."
Goethe spoke of his request.
"clear!"
"Shall we go see your house first?"
Hunter asked with a smile on his face.
"Can."
Goethe nodded.
Then, he boarded the carriage he had just rented.
Two tall horses, the driver is neatly dressed, the carriage is black as a whole, with gilt trim, it looks stable and luxurious, there are wine storage cabinets and food cabinets inside, a green radish is decorated on one side of the door, and there is a piece below dedicated to
A place to put books.
It's much better than Old Tom's carriage.
Naturally, the price is also quite good. It costs 7 yuan a day including the coachman. We serve Goethe from 8 am to 10 pm every day. If you have other arrangements, you need to inform us in advance. You don’t need to worry about the coachman’s meals, accommodation, or the items in the carriage.
If it is damaged, you need to compensate according to the price and deposit 10 gold crowns.
After signing the contract, the lease begins today.
The carriage is steady and fast.
The coachman reflects his own value.
Until a figure suddenly rushed out of the alley beside him.
The coachman barely managed to hold on to the reins and angrily scolded the people who rushed out.
"asshole!"
But the next moment, the driver's voice more than doubled in pitch.
"What are you going to do?!"
I saw the man who rushed out, got up from the ground, and rushed straight to the carriage. There was also a dagger in his hand. The coachman grabbed the riding whip beside him.
But before the driver's whip could be whipped down, the man raised his hands.
because--
A revolver was stretched out from the car window, pointing right at the man.
