“I’m glad they were able to follow the ancient hospitality etiquette.”

Winston carried snow-soaked cold clothes and snow-powdered and mud-filled boots. He faced the closed bedroom, stood in the small living room of the guest room, cleaned the dirty things from these clothes with different brushes, and placed them in the laundry basket prepared by the artificial maids. Next to Winston, there were many pairs of different types of shoes, including snow boots, combat boots and sneakers, with only two pairs of high heels, and the labels on them had not been taken off. This is one of the gifts given by the hostess of the manor, to prevent Laura Crawford from being ridiculed by London tabloids on certain occasions for his inappropriate dress.

Sufficient heating allows the snowflakes on the glass window to melt and solidify.

During the 19th and 20th century British Industrial Revolution, when a noble who did not need to work was invited by another person with similar social status to live in the other person's estate, the residence date could become very long. Generally speaking, this invitation would occur during the London social season, and the following social season was the deadline. Most of the invited nobles were nobles who were related to the owner of the manor. Male nobles might only stay for a few weeks and have to return to the manor to handle affairs, while female nobles might live for several months or even a year. Therefore, entertaining guests at the manor would be a very long process, which would test the psychological qualities of the owner of the manor and the servants.

"To me, it's still a bit too dangerous." Winston slowly brushed the mud spots on his snow boots. He saw that the gardening of the manor did lay out according to his suggestion, but the instincts brought by his military experience warned that explosives were buried in these places without knowing where. "So, to you, Laura."

"It's rude to talk about the owners of the estate behind the scenes, Winston, and I believe they have the safety management of weapons." Laura Crawford's muffled voice came from the bedroom. She had just come out of the bathroom and washed the smell of wild animals on her body. She touched the brown bear cub and sheep, the Pergasus and the hound in the stable, and visited the otter family who soaked in the hot springs, making her body dirty, just like Milia who came to play with her later. She dryed her hair, changed into comfortable sports underwear, and put on sportswear and planned to go out.

"He funded all my adventures and solved many dangers for me." Laura Crawford walked out of the bedroom with a dry ponytail, his cheeks flushed. She was quite satisfied with the wildlife tour she had when she got up in the morning, and if she could, she wanted to see other animals in the manor. "If you've seen scenes I've seen, you'll know that weapons are a necessity for life. It's amazing that they didn't put tanks or missile vehicles in the manor! He's an adventurer, they're witches, and it's not surprising that there's anything here!"

"I wouldn't be surprised if there were tanks in this manor." Winston lowered his head and muttered, "I mean height. When I was young, I saw those giants in the newspaper, but without exception, they were all caused by endocrine diseases, intellectual incomplete development, suffering from illness, and even standing was a difficult problem. Maybe there were exceptions, that was the remains of giant Indians dug out near San Francisco more than a hundred years ago. But the people here are different. They are very healthy, very strong, and very handsome. There is also the male owner, who has a special charm and is very dangerous for both men and women..."

The old guy took a deep breath and tried his best to describe his feelings.

"Men will want to work for him, women will want to be embraced by him." He half-opened his eyes, brushing his boots one after another. "When I saw him, I felt that I was decades younger and returned to the age of being able to fight with a rifle. I have seen people with this charm several times, such as the Queen, such as President Roosevelt. Laura, you are young and beautiful, but..." Winston was speechless for a moment. He had never seen a person with such a strong sense of existence. Even if he had not seen the owner of the manor, his existence was like a huge, invisible animal entrenched on this land. His soul could hear the breathing and heat of this huge animal, hear the heavy footsteps, and feel the fiery breath of breath, but he could not see any trace.

This is a supernatural feeling. For an elderly man who has not had a good sleep quality, last night's sleep was simply a torture. Although Dinah prepared a luxurious guest room for him instead of a servant's room, and all living utensils were according to the guest's standards, Winston woke up in a dream because of the abnormal events in the manor last night.

"Like a dragon," Winston said intermittently, as if his mind was trapped in a quagmire, "supernatural, mysterious."

Laura naturally understood what Winston wanted to express, and she could also analyze the source of this feeling from a scientific perspective. Last night, he had a nightmare. Before the perspective technique appeared, most paintings used the "positive law" method like ancient Egyptian murals to depict the scenes. However, the Akkad-Shibel stone tablet more than 2,000 BC adopted a composite narrative technique, depicting the king Naram-Sin extremely tall, thus showing divinity and monarchal authority. However, when such a situation occurs in reality rather than art works, as ordinary people, they can more clearly and intuitively feel the majesty of tall and charming people.

For Winston, he was even more worried that Laura was deeply trapped in the strange charm of the man and woman of the manor, just like Maugham described the mysterious and dangerous Oliver Hardo in "The Magician". He was worried that Laura Crawford would not leave because of the joy here and forgot the Crawford Manor and his career. However, before he could express his true concerns, he raised his eyebrows in surprise because of Laura Crawford's costume. He suddenly regained his smooth thoughts and his words became fluent, as if Laura Crawford's clothes had pulled out his consciousness from the indescribable abyss.

"If I were to judge, Laura." Winston stood up slowly with a cane. The process was not smooth. Laura stepped forward and helped him a little favor. As the person who cared for Richard Crawford while in grief, Winston acted as a father and teacher to some extent. "I don't think I can go to a breakfast party in a sweater and sportswear and a messy ponytail."

Winston's abnormality did not make Laura Crawford care, after all, he was very old and couldn't walk smoothly.

"Believe me, they never care about this kind of details. They focus on wisdom. Even a homeless man will be treated with wisdom." Laura Crawford shrugged. "Before you came, I went to breakfast parties in my shirt. No one cared about this. Winston, they don't need guests to please themselves with clothing. The true nobility lies in character rather than clothing... Winston, you are also a guest of this estate, and there is no need to do these tasks."
Chapter completed!