As a classic British bar, this small building occupies a small area. It can even be said to be small. There are only five or six places in the entire bar.

Naturally, there was no one there at this time - after all, even the alley itself looked unknown, let alone the tavern.

So, if you open a store in a place like this, you really don’t have to worry about losing money?

The traveler thought about this problem seriously again, and finally came to a conclusion reluctantly.

It is very possible that they are not short of money, but they just want to feel the feeling of being hidden in the city and experience life...

Thinking of this, Beitahara and Feng couldn't help but sigh with envy, but they didn't pay too much attention to it - after all, there were too many rich people in the world, and he couldn't just make lemons every day.

After looking around and discovering that the bartender was indeed absent, the traveler sat directly on one of the seats near the side, and then boredly observed the wine list and menu above.

Although both the decoration and the service attitude are very casual... But anyway, the purpose of his coming in is not to drink, but to hide from the spring snow in Russia. As long as the heating is on and there is no problem with the roof, it will be fine. It needs to be that high.

What are you asking for?

The traveler thought indifferently, and then yawned lazily. He relaxed, like a cat that finally found its own stove in winter, and all he could think about was rest and sleep.

After all, there are quite a lot of things that have happened in the past few days, and each one requires him to brace himself and deal with it properly - for a person who is essentially a salty fish, it is simply an unbearable pain in life.

An irregular night's sleep is completely irreversible.

"Forget it, we are in a tavern after all, let's go back to the hotel and go to sleep." Although there is war and peace, his safety in Moscow is definitely guaranteed, but this power cannot fully protect people, it is impossible

There is no way to exploit loopholes.

It’s better to be careful when going out.

Kitahara and Feng rubbed their temples, trying to get the sleepiness out of their minds, intending to find something to do to get themselves out of this lazy state: "Well, let's sort out the contents of the notebook first.

So that you don’t forget it again when you get busy.”

As for what the content is...

Kitahara and Kaede took out a pen from his breast pocket. After thinking for two seconds, he first chose to record the names of the delicacies in his memory and the names of the stores where they were located, and even included a thoughtful bonus at the back.

Reviewed.

"When it comes to travel notes, what is the first thing that comes to mind for a person who essentially has the soul of a foodie country?"

Perfect, next time he can use this handbook to entice others. If the other person is not moved, he can even use his memory of words to perform a Russian version of the dish name on the spot.

Mr. Traveler thought about the future for a while, feeling that his bad taste was quite satisfied, and then skipped a page or two - this is where he planned to sign autographs to his friends he met in Moscow, and began to think about what to write next.

Content.

This section is dedicated to recording the places that made a deep impression... The first was a certain Central Cultural Park, where he also met a British supernatural being.

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with saying you’ve met a dog?

Kitahara and Kaede tilted their heads, smiled and stretched out their hands to draw a simple Q version of the Cocker Spaniel on the edge of the page, and then used a rather freehand and abstract technique to draw flames and wind on the side.

Well, although he was indeed frightened a lot at the time, but now that he thinks about it carefully, it seems quite interesting. Of course, one code equals another, and speaking from the bottom of his heart, he naturally doesn't want to meet the other person again.

Next, it’s the library and the cathedral.

Thinking of the friend he met again yesterday, the traveler subconsciously changed his posture, placing the back of his left hand against his chin, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

There is nothing much to say, just draw a round Q-version bird dumpling, plus a small flower surrounded by flowers in the center - of course, this is a virtual creation, purely imaginary: if this scene really happened in reality, Thor would probably

Mr. Stay is going to faint with joy.

Of course, there is also Mr. Pushkin in the tavern.

Well, it is the Pushkin·Appearance Plus version that has not been deceived by life, nor does it make readers feel that they have been deceived by life.

Kitahara and Feng held their chins and thought for a while, then drew a single snake staff and a double snake staff with great interest, and then drew a line from the latter to the former.

As for why it is drawn like this, on the one hand, the two scepters are used to describe the changes in each other's light groups very vividly, on the other hand...

In the mythology of ancient Rome and Greece, the single snake staff represents healing and saving lives, while the double snake staff represents wealth and belongs to different existences. The transformation of the other snake can also echo the changes of the two snake staffs.

Although we may no longer have the affluent life and wealth of the past, the existence of poetry and literature is another weapon that can heal illnesses, save lives, and awaken the soul.

That is another kind of immortal value.

"In short, although it is very tiring, in the end they are all good stories." The traveler looked at his very soulful scribblings, bent his eyes, and showed a happy smile.

He admits that he is selfish, but also admits that tragedy sometimes brings sublime beauty to people and the necessity of its existence.

But in life, he really still likes a happy ending.

After all, we are all people with such lovely souls. Who wouldn’t want these good things to continue to be good?

Kitahara and Kaede laughed softly a few times, and then turned over the paper with these abstract patterns on them. They had no idea of ​​making these things more concrete.

After all, although some of them are a little abstract, they are more expressive - that's what he thinks. As for whether others can recognize them, well, that's not within his scope of consideration.

After all, this notebook was not written for others to see, and even if it is embarrassing, it cannot be thrown away to outsiders.

The traveler, who still didn't know what fate his notebook would encounter in the future, thought about it nonchalantly, and then wrote down his mixed feelings on a new blank page.

Russian food tastes really good... Wait, cross this out, I feel like writing this sentence in Chinese doesn't feel right.

Kitahara and Kaede thought about their own language, changed this paragraph into Japanese, and then continued to use his wonderful recording method of half a day, half a day, with a few sentences in Russian in between to write down his feelings about recent events.

About those wonderful buildings in Red Square, about those chubby pigeons in the square, about those cute and cute people with supernatural powers that I met, and oh yes, there are also complaints and reflections on "Why is it so easy to get hurt when you go out by yourself?"

.

"Well, I couldn't help but write a bit too much." When the traveler reached the second page, he finally realized that he seemed a bit verbose - but it was nothing. After all, this was his own note, so he just had to write it happily.

"By the way, it should be noon now. Has the waiter from this store not come yet?" Kitahara and Kaede put down their pens, glanced at their watches, and determined that the current time was half past twelve.

Judging from the fact that the door is unlocked and the heating and lights are on, it doesn't look like it's closed today. So is it just a temporary absence?

Kitahara and Feng thought for a while, then stood up, planning to go to the kitchen behind the bar and knock on the door, and take a look at it if possible.

“Tuk-tuk-tuk.”

"Huh? Isn't anyone here?" Kitahara and Feng looked at the small door next to the bar, took a few steps back in thought, and began to think about whether they should just ignore this matter.

Anyway, at this time, Xiaoxue outside should have stopped temporarily. He can leave directly without getting involved in this matter. And maybe the reason behind this incident will be normal and not worth making a fuss about.

After all, no matter how lucky he is, everything he encounters will not be bad luck... right?

"Squeak——"

Door push?

Kitahara and Kaede, who were hesitant, raised their heads and turned around in surprise, wondering if the unreliable service staff had finally arrived.

Then at first glance, I saw no one.

Good guy, is this a fully automatic sliding door or a ghost story?

The traveler whose train of thought couldn't help but slip into all kinds of weird and strange talk was stunned for a few seconds, and then his eyes subconsciously slid down -

Oh, it's okay, it's just that the other person is too short.

Kitahara and Feng looked at the dog pushing in the door with subtle eyes, feeling that they could no longer pretend to be stupid.

Miss Woolf, Miss Woolf, what are you doing!

Woolf, who had transformed into a canine form, looked up with a dull look at the living person who had grown up in the bar from unknown time, and felt that she was very unlucky now.

Why is it so remote, so deserted, and there are people coming to a place without even a waiter! Damn it, she shouldn't have left the door unlocked and turned on the heater to keep warm when she left!

"Actually, I just want to hide from the snow outside." Beihara and Feng coughed silently, their eyes wandering, "How about I leave right now?"

Although it is not a strange story, it is indeed very good, but when he meets this British female supernatural being, he always feels very strange.

"Woof!"

Woolf was silent for a while, then shook her head, opened a drawer on the bar counter, took out a bunch of keys, and motioned for the other party to help open the door.

"...Okay, is it the small door next to the bar?"

"Woof!"

Beihara and Feng sighed. Looking at the bunch of keys in their hands, they felt a little headache, but they still went over and opened the door honestly, lowered their heads and asked: "Is it okay?"

Even if she helped the other party, Miss Woolf's current attitude is too friendly. It's almost to the point where it makes people feel flattered, not too scared, and feels that the other party is going to sell her out in the next second...

"Ouch." Thanks, remember to close the door when I go in.

Woolf nodded, feeling much better.

Thinking about it from other aspects, it was actually a good thing to meet him here. After all, she also wanted to talk to him about many things - especially about Elizabeth.

Thinking of his careless boss, a former intelligence officer couldn't help but sigh.

What a worry-free child.

Naturally, Kitahara and Kaede didn't know about this. After closing the door, this person sat on the chair and seriously thought about whether he had some conflicts with Moscow.

Even if you can meet people with superpowers every day, there are only a few of them every day. Who would believe that there is no problem? What kind of metaphysical level of luck is this?

Could it be some kind of sequelae of time travel or the law of cause and effect? ​​It must be involved in various events or something?

"Actually, it's not a mystery. At least it can be explained."

Soon, the door was pushed open again, and Miss Woolf, who became a human again, adjusted her skirt and walked out leisurely. She seemed to feel someone's inner distress and gently revealed her face.
To be continued...