Black ribbons have already been hung on the treetops.
Dimit was extremely excited when he received the notice from the Palace of Silver and Tin.
His fingers couldn't help but tremble, and he repeatedly stroked his precious camera on the carriage, and it couldn't stop squirming like a thorn under his buttocks.
He is a reporter from "Glass Steps Newspaper".
Two months ago, he was at the scene when Aivas bravely fought against the ferocious deformed demon at the award ceremony of the Order of the Holy Sword.
To be more precise.
He was the reporter who was obsessed with taking photos of the demon because of the intense fear when it appeared. He was also the one who finally took photos of Aiwass and Gordon after they defeated the demon.
Gordon's armor was tattered, and his helmet fell off, revealing his resolute face full of sweat and stains; Aiwass, who was sitting in a slightly deformed wheelchair, had blood soaking from his chest, and the Medal of the Holy Sword pinned to his chest was
His own blood was dyed red, shining like ruby in the sunset——
It became the best photo he took in his life.
From then on, he no longer simply worked as a photographer, but became a special reporter for the "Glass Steps Newspaper".
It can be said that it was that photo that changed his destiny.
And to put it more deeply, it is because of Aiwass that he is what he is today.
The benefactor who saved his life and brought his life and career to a higher level.
——Unlike those who only know Aiwass from newspapers and therefore like to point fingers at the too young "Minister Moriarty", reporter Dimitri admires Aiwass very much.
Because he was really there the whole time.
The demon emerged from that man's body right in front of Dimitar - he knew how terrifying that twisted and ferocious demon was, and how frightening the fear that completely paralyzed the brain was.
It was definitely not a horror that could be summed up by a static photo. Not to mention, the terrifying photo he took of "the devil tore apart the human body and crawled out" did not pass the review of the editor in chief and was therefore published in the newspaper.
And in the face of that kind of demon, as a disabled person with limited mobility, he can muster the courage to fight for others even though he can be escorted and evacuated safely - this kind of bravery and perseverance is comparable to that of those knights
The old man is much stronger!
If he doesn't want to be a knight, who will?
Because of this, every time he talked with colleagues in the newspaper office, or heard someone making critical comments about Aiwass while going out for interviews, Dimitri could not help but go over and say a few words for Aiwass.
There is no doubt that reporter Dimit is Awas Moriarty's number one fan!
Perhaps such a reputation has reached the ears of Aiwass himself...
Today, when reporter Dimit was getting ready to get off work, he suddenly received a notice from the editor-in-chief.
It was said that the new Minister of Foreign Affairs and a close confidant of Queen Isabel, Awas Moriarty, planned to be interviewed. He also named him - the reporter who had taken photos of him at the investiture ceremony.
The newspaper did not dare to neglect and immediately sent Dimitre out. But in fact, even if the editor-in-chief did not ask him forcefully and Aiwass did not ask him to come over by name, Dimitri himself would ask the editor-in-chief to give him this opportunity.
The agreed-upon interview location was not too far from the newspaper office, in the White Queen District. But they still took a carriage - walking on foot was still too lazy, and there was also the possibility of sweating, which would be too rude.
Dimitar wore his best clothes, held a notebook and pen, and carefully walked into the appointed restaurant.
This is a restaurant opened by the owner of Iris. It has high reviews and extremely high prices.
Not far next door is the villa area where the knights of the Round Table Hall live. Several ministers live within 500 meters nearby. There are white-feathered griffons and arbitrators from the Arbitration Hall patrolling the area day and night.
As an interview, it is best to ask for a photo of the other person.
But Demit didn't dare to meet Minister Moriarty directly with a spotlight, because that might disturb Aiwass and make him unhappy. So he simply put the camera, camera stand and spotlight together with his own
The tall, clumsy photography assistant was also placed outside the hotel.
If you have a pleasant chat, you may be able to take a photo when they leave.
Dimit did not recognize the name of this restaurant - its name was in the language of fleur-de-lis, and there was no translation written below it. Dimit only attended elementary school, and then came to work on the Glass Island.
But this time it was Aiwass who invited him to dinner. He was worried that his shame would affect Aiwass.
He had made up his mind that all he wanted was the cheapest dish. There was no need to drink. If he drank too much, he might be embarrassed, and he might also stain Aiwass's clothes or carpet.
However, he still felt uneasy when he saw the interior decoration.
This short young man wearing a beret stood at the door of the restaurant, looking at the soft wool carpet on the floor in the room, looking so embarrassed.
He stood at the door and wiped his shoes on the mat repeatedly before he dared to walk in. However, the waiter at the door did not pay any attention to his clothes and behavior. It was obvious that Aiwass had already told him.
The waiters maintained a respectful and courteous attitude towards him and led the young reporter into a private room on the second floor.
As soon as he entered the door, Dimit smelled the rich and fragrant aroma of food in the house.
He sniffed his nose subconsciously, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he swallowed quietly.
He recognized Aiwass at a glance.
At this moment, Aiwass was sitting at the table, facing him.
There was only one person in the room, but the table was covered with dishes. There was no waiter or servant.
This is obviously unreasonable.
Generally speaking, a distinguished guest like Minister Moriarty must bring an entourage with him when he goes out. Even if his elf butler is not on the glass island temporarily, he should bring his personal maid. And there should always be some waiters in the house...
A bit of cool breeze blew in when the door opened. Aiwass raised his head and happened to see Dimit who was standing at the door and didn't dare to come in.
The smile on Aiwass's face was particularly friendly. He stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him: "Please sit down, Mr. Dimit."
"...Yes, Minister Moriarty."
Dimit walked in the door cautiously and sat down hesitantly.
Before he could ask questions, Aiwass smiled and said: "I thought you might be nervous, so I asked them not to stay here.
"All the dishes have been served. I'm sorry I didn't ask you what you wanted to eat. But I think the dishes I ordered are quite a lot. If you don't eat them, they might get cold, so please eat them quickly."
Is everything ready?
Dimitar picked up the knife and fork and asked in a low voice: "I heard that when ministers eat, they always like to serve each dish one after another..."
"Is such that."
Aiwass nodded: "The dishes in the Palace of Silver and Tin will not be served too much at one time. If they are not enough or are cold, they will be removed and replaced with another table. This custom comes from Iris. According to this
According to the rules of the restaurant, in order to maintain the flavor of the food, they usually serve it one dish at a time.”
The reporter was a little curious: "Then this is..."
"It's very simple."
Aiwass' eyes were deep: "Because I am the rule."
Those words silenced the young reporter immediately.
Looking at him as if he was startled, Aiwass laughed: "I'm kidding. Actually, I roughly guessed the time you would come over, so I asked the waiter to deliver all the dishes at the designated time - look
, and it’s still warm.
"This way you can eat while sitting down, and you won't be too nervous. If you don't know how to start a conversation, you don't have to look at me and say nothing. If we sit face to face, wouldn't it be as painful for you as if you were in prison?
"Eat quickly. Otherwise, the food will be cold and it will be a waste."
Aiwass urged.
Seeing Dimitte looking at a table full of dishes and not knowing where to start, he introduced him: "I recommend this. Grilled crab, crab mousse with caviar and sweet corn. Wait until the crab meat is cold.
It doesn’t taste good.”
"……Oh well!"
Demit subconsciously obeyed Aiwass's suggestion.
The delicious crab mousse caught his heart in an instant. He wanted to swallow it in big mouthfuls, but he was worried that it would appear too rude in front of Aiwass.
“Try this later, roasted squab. And this, smoked beef tenderloin, beef heart with mushroom sauce.”
While Dimit was still reserved, Aiwass just continued to recommend food to him enthusiastically. It was even too much to finish it quickly. And Dimit had no time to think about anything else, and even forgot about himself.
I'm here for an interview, so I can only concentrate on eating the food that has become lukewarm, hoping to eat it before it gets cold - at least not to waste the food.
Seeing the young man falling into the distress of happiness, Aiwass, who was actually seven or eight years younger than Dimit, just smiled and swallowed the food with the same hearty mouth.
