The black ribbon has been hung on the treetops.
When he received the notice from the Palace of Silver and Tin, Dimit was extremely excited.
His fingers couldn't help but tremble, and he repeatedly stroked his precious camera on the carriage, making it squirm like a thorn under his buttocks.
He is a reporter from the Glass Steps newspaper.
Two months ago, he was at the scene when Aiwass bravely fought against the ferocious Abnormal Limb Demon at the awarding ceremony of the Order of the Holy Sword.
To be more precise.
He was the reporter who was obsessed with filming 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 demons.
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. The Holy Sword Medal on his chest was dyed red with his own blood and shone like ruby in the sunset.
It became the best photo he had ever taken in his life.
Since then, he has no longer simply been a photographer, but has become a special reporter for the Glass Steps newspaper.
It can be said that that photo changed his destiny.
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 Dimit admires Aiwass very much.
Because he was really present throughout the whole process.
The demon emerged from that person’s body right in front of Dimitre. He knew how terrifying that twisted and ferocious demon was, and how terrifying the fear was that completely paralyzed his brain. It's chilling.
That is definitely not a horror that can be summarized by static photos. Not to mention, the horrific photo he took of "a demon tearing apart a human body and crawling out" did not pass the editor's review and was published in the newspaper.
In the face of that kind of devil, as a disabled person with limited mobility, he can muster up the courage to fight for others even though he can clearly be escorted and safely evacuated. His temperament is much better than that of those knights
If he is not a knight, who will be?
Because of this, every time he talks with colleagues in the newspaper office or goes out for interviews When he hears someone's critical comments about Aiwass, Dimit can't help but go over and say a few words for Aiwass.
There is no doubt that reporter Dimit is the number one fan of Aiwass Moriarty
Perhaps this reputation has reached the ears of Aiwass himself
When reporter Dimit was getting ready to get off work today, he suddenly received a call from the editor-in-chief.notification.
It is said that Aivas Moriarty, the new minister without charge and a close confidant of Queen Isabel, plans to be interviewed. He also named the reporter who asked him to take photos of himself 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 forcefully ask him and Aiwass did not ask him to come over by name, Dimit himself would ask the editor-in-chief to give him this opportunity.
The agreed interview location is not too far from the newspaper office, in the White Queen District. But it was too careless for them to ride the carriage and walk on their feet, and they might even get sweaty, which would be too rude.
Wearing his best clothes, holding a notebook and pen, Dimit carefully walked into the appointed restaurant.
This is a restaurant opened by the owner of Iris. The reviews are very high and the price is also very high.
Not far next door is the villa area where the knights in the Round Table Hall live. Several ministers live within five hundred meters nearby, and there are white-feathered griffons and arbitration officers from the Arbitration Hall patrolling the area day and night.
As an interview, it is best to ask for a photo of the other party.
But Dimit did not dare to hold the spotlight directly to meet Minister Moriarty, because that might disturb Aiwass and make him unhappy. So he simply put the camera, camera stand and spotlight, along with his tall and clumsy photography assistant, outside the hotel.
If you have a pleasant chat, you may be able to take a photo when they leave.
Dimit didn’t 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 went to elementary school, and then came to work on Glass Island.
This time it was Aiwass who invited him to dinner. He worried that his disgrace would affect Aiwass.
He has made up his mind that he only wants the cheapest dish. No need to drink either. It might be embarrassing if you drink too much, and it might stain Aiwass' 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. But the waiter at the door didn't care about 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 the 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, moved his Adam's apple up and down, and swallowed silently.
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 filled with dishes. There is no waiter, norNo servants.
This is obviously unreasonable.
Generally speaking, distinguished guests like Minister Moriarty must bring an entourage with them when they go out. Even if his elf butler is not on the glass island for the time being, he should still bring his personal maid with him. And there should always be some waiters in the house
A little cool breeze blew in when the door opened. Aiwass raised his head and saw 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 carefully through the door. Come on, sit 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."
"The dishes are all there." It's 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. It might get cold if you don't eat it, so eat it quickly. "
Everything is served
Dimit 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 by one."
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"That's it. "
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 moved to another table. And this custom comes from iris. According to the rules of this kind of 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's 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, "Just kidding. In fact, I roughly guessed the time you would come over, so I asked the waiter to bring all the dishes over at the designated time. Look at them, they are still warm.
"This way you can eat while sitting down, and you won't be too nervous. You don't know how to start a conversation, and you don't have to look at me to say a word. If we sit face to face like this, wouldn't you look like It’s as painful as going to jail
“Eat quickly. Otherwise, if the food gets cold, it will be a waste. "
Aiwass urged.
Looking at Dimitte looking at a table full of dishes and not knowing where to start, he introduced it to him, "I recommend this." Grilled crab with crab mousse with caviar and sweet corn. The crab meat won't taste good when it cools down. ”
“Oh, okay”
Dimit subconsciously obeyed Aiwass’s suggestion.
And the delicious crab mousse was instantly It caught his heart. He wanted to swallow it, but he was worried that it would be too rude in front of Aiwass.
"Try this later, roasted pigeon. And this, smoked beef tenderloin, beef heart with mushroom sauce. ”
While Dimit was still reserved, Aiwass just continued to recommend food to him enthusiastically. EvenThere was so much that I couldn't eat it all quickly. And Dimit had no time to think about anything else. He even forgot that he was here for an interview. He could only concentrate on eating the food that had become lukewarm, hoping to eat it before it became cold and at least not waste the food.
Looking at 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. Please remember to bookmark, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft