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Chapter 132 A Fighter

In fact, Handel was in a rather anxious mood at the moment. Because of the turmoil in the current situation, they were delayed for some time on the way, and even the destination at the moment was deviated, but Handel also knew that he could not be anxious, and that Mr. Moore must settle down.

This is already a big city near the border of Bach.

The two quickly shuttled through the train station one after the other, and then boarded a carriage to go to the city. The environment along the way was full of prosperity and desolation. The industry was booming, and the roar of steam engines was endless in the city, as if pressing on the city. Many hearts of steel.

Snowflakes were flying in the sky, and the continuous rush made both of them tired and hungry. Even Handel was exhausted, let alone Moore. They desperately needed a hotel where they could eat and live.

"Mr. Brook, over there, that's the one!"

Moore pointed to the shop on the opposite corner of the street not far away. The signboard of a certain hotel was not clear because a few letters were missing. The hot air, together with the bright yellow lights inside, made it look very warm.

Handel was originally a fastidious person and wanted to find a decent hotel, but when he saw that hotel and smelled the fragrance wafting from it, he couldn't move anymore.

So the two quickly walked towards the hotel, and they could hear a little noisy voice in the store outside the house, saying that the hotel is actually a tavern and restaurant where you can live, and many similar stores that are not high-end are multi-faceted.

When the door was opened, the rope connected to the door touched the bell in the store, making a "jingle~" sound, and then a burst of hot air mixed with various smells rushed out from the inside, which also made Handel frowned.

"Close the door!"

"That's right, go in if you want to go in, get out if you want to go!"

Someone was shouting in the store, Moore gave Handel a hand, the two walked into the store together, and closed the door again.

There were a few kerosene lamps lit inside the store, and the dim lights couldn't illuminate the entire range, but it could be seen that there were a lot of people inside, almost all the tables were occupied, and there were only a few vacant seats on the bar counter.

Although most of the guests did not stop chatting, many of them were observing Handel and Moore intentionally or unintentionally, and Handel and Moore also quickly looked around.

"Hey, two decent people"

Someone said something in such a low voice, and laughter echoed beside him.

Handel and Moore didn't care about anything, and went directly to the bar. Halfway through, Handel had already seen the sign hanging on the window, so he yelled out as soon as the two sat down.

"Two steak sets, two more breads, and a glass of fruit wine."

"Okay, here we go, stranger."

The bearded old man behind the bar responded, gave instructions to the kitchen, and then set two wine glasses for the two of them and began to pour wine. Handel glanced at the glass with some dirt and frowned, but did not speak. , staring at the cloudy wine swirling in the glass wall.

The meal was served soon, and the two of them just ate quietly without any conversation, and the hall became as noisy as before, with laughter, roars and even curses.

Because they were really hungry, Handel and Moore devoured their heads, they didn’t pay attention to elegance at all, and it didn’t match their clothes. On the contrary, this made the people around them laugh and didn’t start to be so repulsive at the same time.

Handel finished the meat in a few mouthfuls, scraped the gravy on the plate with the bread and put it into his mouth, and drank the wine cleanly.

"Really delicious!"

"Hahaha, know the goods!"

The old man behind the bar laughed and started chatting with them. The topics were nothing more than whether they were foreigners, what they were doing here, whether they wanted to stay in a hotel, and so on.

Handel and Moore were coping with chatting with the shopkeeper and paying attention to the situation in the shop. In Handel's eyes, they had noticed at least two malicious looks.

In the corner of the store, a burly fat man stood up staggeringly, showing his big yellow teeth with a grin, and walked towards the bar staggeringly holding a cup. Handel immediately keenly sensed that the other party had malicious intentions.

Sure enough, the other party staggered towards the bar, and staggered directly towards Handel, but Handel's body was already tense at this moment, and when the other party's body touched him, he shuddered suddenly.

Although Handel was at a disadvantage in terms of size, his physical strength had already surpassed that of ordinary people, and it was not comparable to having more than a hundred catties of flesh.

so.
The fat man who was about to knock Handel off his seat lost his balance and fell to the ground. In the process, he knocked down a table next to him with a bang, and the wine glasses, bottles and plates fell with a bang.

"Oh woo."

The fat man on the ground let out a wail. His calf was cut open by glass fragments, and a lot of blood flowed out. Many people in the shop looked at him, but no one came forward for a while, and pushed away a lot of people. people.

"Oh Barty you bastard."

The owner cursed angrily and came out from behind the bar, and then a thin clerk came along with him.

"stand up."

"It hurts to death"

Not only did the fat man have a cut on his calf, but he even sprained his ankle. Neither of them could support him to stand up, which made the fat man fall down again and let out a more painful wail.

"Your Excellency Brook, we should help."

Moore said that he had put down the bread and left the seat, and even took out needlework gauze and medicine powder from the carry-on box.

"Don't move him yet, alcohol, is there alcohol here? Alcohol is fine too."

Moore squatted down while shouting. Handel reacted faster than the others. With his sense of smell, he turned over the bar directly to the wine cabinet to get two bottles of wine with the highest alcohol content, then turned back and uncorked the bottle. Pass it to Moore, and a bottle to the burly fat man.

"Drink when it hurts."

Needle, thread, gauze, powder.
Moore started directly, disinfecting, suturing, dressing, and bandaging the burly fat man on the ground.
During the whole process, the fat man wailed continuously, and then instinctively continued to use this simple method of drinking to anesthetize himself.

After a long time, the fat man was bandaged and the sprain was checked, and Handel and the shopkeeper helped him to a chair against the wall.

Moore's operation made people think that he was a doctor, and a doctor is still very respected. Even the burly fat man who originally had malicious intentions kept thanking him at this moment, especially when he learned that Moore did not plan to charge any fees. in this way.

After the commotion in the hall, the people inside have changed their attitude towards Moore and Handel, and the malicious eyes seem to have disappeared, and the shopkeeper is even more attentive. All give discounts.

Moore and Handel were too exhausted. Originally, Handel planned to take Moore to find another hotel. After this incident, he and Moore stayed here.

At night, in the room on the second floor of the hotel, Handel and Moore lay down on the beds in the double room. Although it was not as good as at home, it was much better than on the train.

"Mr. Brook, I don't plan to go any further. Let's just stay in this city. I've already arrived in Bach. In fact, it doesn't matter where I go. I will write to let my students come to me."

"As long as you are sure, it's fine. Mr. X said that the key decision is up to you. I'm just escorting you to your destination."

Handel said so, and then looked sideways at Moore.

"It takes time for letters to go back and forth. How can you get a foothold before your students come? I'm running out of time, so I have to go back quickly. It's impossible to stay here with you all the time."

"Haha, Mr. Brook, I'm not a child. I have my own way of life. For example, just now, I can take care of myself. Before my students come, I will live in this hotel for the time being."

Handel thought for a moment and nodded.

"No problem, the people here are more friendly to you, I will stay with you here for a few days, after a few days I have to go back whether your students arrive or not."

"Well, that's all right, let's go to bed early, we are all tired."

Moore closed his eyes as he spoke, but he was still thinking about a lot of things, while Handel's breathing quickly became even.

'It's really a powerful and mysterious existence. The world is indeed more complicated than I thought, but there are many difficulties on the road to pursue the truth. I may not be able to succeed, but I am not the only one on this road. '

Moore thought, and gradually fell into a peaceful sleep. He has never been an idealist. In the self-definition of the soul, he is a fighter.

(End of this chapter)