After leaving Renard alone in the war-level underground air raid shelter, Allen and the others returned to the courtyard on the ground.

It was still late at night, and it was the darkest and quietest time of the day.

However, in Dilno City, the atmosphere at this time is not very peaceful.

The commercial street in the distance is bustling and noisy, colorful and brilliantly lit, making it a lot noisy when it was supposed to be a quiet night, as if it was a downtown city during the day.

Alan and the others, in this background sound that became faint due to the spread of distance, walked to the courtyard, next to a lively and lush tree.

There is a pavilion built here, which is not huge, but it is considered to be exquisitely conceived and has extraordinary memory.

And Allen could vaguely see that this pavilion is not only casual but also in line with the aesthetics of architecture.

I don’t know if it’s because Allen has experienced so many things, but Allen’s perspective on things is very different from that of ordinary people.

It's not extraordinary, but more because of career.

For example, if someone else comes to visit this courtyard here, he will definitely be amazed at the exquisiteness of the courtyard, and even those with higher vision and better aesthetics may see the staggered layout in this courtyard and have a surprising idea.

But in Allen's eyes, the first thing he paid attention to was often where this courtyard is easy to defend but difficult to attack, where it is convenient to escape, where there will be ambush, and where there may be mechanisms...

This may be a bit strange in the eyes of ordinary people, but it has to be said to be a good habit that can greatly improve survival rates.

Therefore, the moment he saw this pavilion, Allen discovered the extraordinary.

A pavilion is just a appearance, and if necessary, it can also be a bunker and a defense project.

Because Allen could clearly see that when the pavilion was first built, it took into account this factor and left enough room.

As long as it is needed, in a very short time, this pavilion and even this courtyard will change greatly.

However, Allen just glanced at him and walked directly into Austin.

This is Austin's territory. If Austin doesn't know the mystery, it is simply an insult to his wisdom.

Moreover, Austin has been struggling in the underground world of Gria for so many years, how could he have never been exposed to these things, and how could he have no experience in this area?

So, Allen had no intention of speaking.

Although it is good intentions, it has a plan to show off when speaking, which can easily make people feel bad.

Austin walked in front first, greeted Allen and Renard to sit down. Then he took out the tea sets and tea leaves that had been prepared from the space magic tool, and made black tea for the two of them on the spot.

The boiling boiling water hangs from the teapot, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, the river of heaven droops, falling into the beautifully decorated teacup, without causing any splashes of water.

Austin's movements are simple and smooth, not as complicated as the mainstream tea making techniques today, but they have their own style.

The white, boiling heat rises from the teacup, adding a bit of warmth to this cold night. It is inconsistent with the hustle and bustle in the distance, but it has a unique beauty.

"Austin, is there anything else?"

After getting off the train, Allen had already taken out his long knife from the iron box and carried it to his left hand.

When I sat down before, Allen even put the long knife on his knee as usual.

The five fingers are slender, as white as jade, and the hands are stroking the knife as if they are playing the piano. The expression is quiet and calm, as if they are not worried about the current situation.

"Well, we have to wait for one more person."

"who?"

"An elder, the person my father trusted the most back then, was also the one who encouraged me to support the situation in Dirno City for so many years."

Austin carried a teapot and filled a cup of black tea for the vacant seat, his tone full of reverence and nostalgia.

There was no movement on Boer's face, and he was calm and calm as usual, as if he had known about this.

Alan took a sip of the black tea in front of him, not surprised by this.

After all, Born is not only the right-hand man of the black market broker Austin, but also the only partner who escaped with Austin back then.

Yes, partners, not subordinates.

With such a life-and-death friendship that has shared hardships, their relationship has long been no longer subordinates, and words like subordinates can be described.

If we had to find a definition, Allen felt that Bor should be Austin's most like his partner's retainer.

That's why Allen was not surprised that Bol knew about this. He even felt that after so many years of running-in and companionship, Bol now knows Austin best.

Such thoughts kept flashing in Allen's mind, and then they returned to nothing in a flash.

These trivial matters are just a little bit understood, but as for more, they are other people's private affairs.

More importantly, who will be the next person, and how much help he can bring to them, so that they can fight to the ultimate goal of moving south.

Alan sat upright, even upright, like a long sword that was unbending, showing its sharpness.

The breeze was gentle late at night, passing through small streets and alleys, bypassing the tall buildings, passing through the streets, entering this secluded courtyard, blew the big trees next to the pavilion.

The leaves rustled and danced in the night wind, and the mottled black silhouettes swayed under the moonlight, as if there were ghosts wandering.

The night gradually became deeper, but it became quieter.

The tea has been added several times and the black tea has been replaced once.

But Allen and the others were not in a hurry, just sat there quietly, without saying or talking.

The prosperity remains in the distance, and the noise is even more hustle and bustle. Those sleepless people who have made up their minds seem to be blooming all their passion at this moment, venting their long-hidden anger, unwillingness, and bitterness.

But in the courtyard where Alan and the others were, there was a gentle breeze and the moonlight was still there.

On February 11, 11:35 in the evening, the guests arrived.

The shadows of the pavilion shining by the silver moon and the shadows of the big trees lie on the ground in the direction of the moonlight, demonstrating their existence.

The same is true for Allen and the others, and they appeared in the shadow of the pavilion and formed a wonderful silhouette.

However, at this time, there was an extra figure next to the shadows of the three of them.

"Uncle Acheson."

Austin raised the black tea that had just been purchased, which was just warm and delicious, and saluted respectfully at the silver-haired man who had been sitting there at some time.

Seeing this, Allen and Bol did not sit there as if nothing was wrong, and also stood up and saluted respectfully.

However, it can be clearly seen that the etiquette of Austin and Bor is more solemn and respectful, while Allen's etiquette is more ordinary, just the etiquette of elders.

Of course, this cannot be said that Allen is wrong.

After all, to be honest, Allen's etiquette at this time is already the most suitable for the current situation.

You know, compared to Allen's etiquette, the etiquette of Austin and Bor respect a lot, is because Acheson is not only an elder, but also a benefactor who helped them escape back then, and is also the biggest supporter who has supported them over the years. It is not an exaggeration to thank such a person with such a gift.

It can even be said that etiquette alone can no longer express their gratitude or show their sincerity.

But Allen is different. Although the other party has great kindness to Austin and Bor, he and Allen have never known each other before.

Allen has never received the favor from the other party, so naturally he doesn't need to be like Renard and Bor.

Therefore, it is reasonable that Allen's etiquette is just a simple respect for the elders, and it is not as solemn and cautious as Bor and Austin.

"good."

Austin and Borg went on a big gift, their heads were lowered, but they never received any response, but they had no complaints and just maintained their original posture.

It took a long time to hear a reply with a tremolo.

Allen's etiquette was simpler than the other two, so he could see the expression of the silver-haired man sitting in the reserved main seat.

After seeing Austin and Bor, his body trembled slightly, and tears seemed to flash in his eyes.

When it was time to answer the two, his tone could not help but tremble, mixed with a slight choking sound.

Allen seemed to be able to understand the other party's unfinished semantics and understand the other party's meaning.

But he was not trying not to say it, but was worried that he would unconsciously lose his composure and lose face before the two younger generations. So in the end, he just said a good word.

Austin and Bol seemed to understand this, so even after hearing Acheson's response, they deliberately slowed down and sat down and looked up.

"It has been more than eight years since we parted, and the young master has grown up."

Acheson seemed to have escaped from the joy of reunion at the beginning, and his agitation had calmed down a lot. Although his face was still filled with an unstoppable smile, Allen could sense that more of it was his relief and satisfaction with Austin.

"Uncle Acheson, thank you for your hard work for so many years."

Hearing Acheson's sighing words, Austin couldn't help but say with respect and extremely seriousness.

"No, no, no, it's worth it to wait until you come back, Master."

Acheson just smiled, his tone was not as angry as he had experienced so many years of hardships, nor as fatigue as he had been cautious for so many years, but only deep satisfaction and the ease of lifting a huge burden.

Alan was standing aside, quietly watching the conversation between the two, silent.

At this time, he is not needed to play, nor is it the time for him to play.

These two people have been separated for many years, and when they meet, it naturally takes a long time to express their feelings to each other.

What they need at this time is not the invisible guys to interrupt them, but a stage for free talk.

Of course, Allen also believed that this time would not be too long, after all, their current situation could not tolerate them being so leisurely.

Austin and Acheson naturally knew what degree was. Even if they were too immersed in for a while and forgot time, Allen would make them remember the most important thing at the moment.

However, Allen believed that they would not have come to this point.
To be continued...