The interview ended on time after twenty minutes.

Yan Xiaobei and Octaveer, who was still unsatisfied, left the University of Birmingham.

Octavir tossed and turned around and thought about how to make an excellent news report. He seemed very excited along the way and kept chatting.

"We should go back immediately, do you know, Zhuang, there are many thoughts coming out of my mind now, each of which is a very good idea. Professor Leon is very powerful. I have a deep understanding of why a person like him will succeed because of his self-discipline, meticulousness and seriousness."

"Oweier." Yan Xiaobei stopped him.

"What?" Octavier stopped reflexively and looked upwards, as if he had a psychological shadow on the scene that happened when he came. "What do you want to say, Zhuang." Only then did Octavier ask Yan Xiaobei.

"We should change the road." Yan Xiaobei said with a strange expression.

"Why?"

"Because the car is coming," said Yan Xiaobei.

"Car, is the car coming? What does it mean, Zhuang."

Boom!

A car on the street next to it lost control and walked straight through a clothing store, then collapsed the wall, like a wild wild horse, rushed out and came to the street where Yan Xiaobei and the others were, passed through Octavell, and then turned casually, hitting the telephone pole with a thunderous sound, and remained motionless.

Octavir was so scared that her face turned pale, her legs became weak, and she almost collapsed on the ground... If Yan Xiaobei hadn't stretched out to support her.

"You saved me again, Zhuang."

After coming over for a while, Octavell calmed down and was extremely grateful to Yan Xiaobei, but what puzzled her was why Yan Xiaobei knew that the car was coming.

Of course, it was seen with divine thoughts.

However, Yan Xiaobei replied: "My ears are very good, Miss Oveer."

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Octavier gave Yan Xiaobei a blank look and changed the route and returned to the newspaper.

Yan Xiaobei followed her step by step, secretly looked at her with her eyes, and found that the ominous aura on her body was still entangled with her, as if disaster could be caused at any time.

He is worthy of being the curse of bad luck.

Such people will be stuck even if they drink cold water, and they may even be choked to death.

When she returned to the newspaper, Octavier entered the work state with all her heart, concentrating on typing and writing articles. Yan Xiaobei sat beside her, looking at her nose and her nose, and began to climb the rooftop.

Layer after layer, step by step, step by step.

The lost divine thought was made up for it at an astonishing speed. Yan Xiaobei, who was climbing the rooftop, had no idea that time had passed, and the mysterious voice did not disturb him until...

"Hey, what are you doing, Zhuang." After writing the article and thinking there is no problem, Octavell handed over her interview to the editor-in-chief. When she came back, she found Yan Xiaobei sitting on her chair, motionless, as if she was asleep.

So he walked over and patted his shoulder gently.

Yan Xiaobei suddenly fell from the rooftop and returned to his body.

"Nothing, I'm just staring blankly. This is my hobby."

"Is that so, a strange hobby."

Octavier glanced at Yan Xiaobei strangely, and soon threw this little thought behind her, "Zhuang, I'm going to have dinner now, are you going to come together?"

"Of course, if you treat me," Yan Xiaobei knew that foreigners have always advocated the AA system, but unfortunately he didn't have a penny on him.

"No problem, you are my savior." Octavier agreed without thinking. "What are we going to eat?" She put on her coat and straddled the leather bag hanging on the chair on her shoulder, which was actually LV.

"Go and eat Chinese food." Yan Xiaobei knew that the staple food in Great Britain was apart from potatoes and fried fish, which was simply the best in the dark cuisine world. It was a pity that they could grow up with this kind of thing.

"Chinese food, a good idea," said Octavell. "I haven't eaten Chinese food for a long time."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go."

So the two found a Chinese restaurant, had a beautiful meal, and were detained in the dark prison for more than a month. Yan Xiaobei ate a meal a day, and it was not very delicious. After eating such delicious meals for more than a month that had been missing for a long time, he almost shed tears.

It's really not easy.

I finally came out of that place.

From then on, the dragon enters the sea and the tiger returns to the forest. No one can stop him. Those who deceive themselves and offend him will eventually pay the price, no matter who the enemy is.

Yan Xiaobei made up his mind to eradicate all enemies that were blocking him.

"Oweier." After dinner, Yan Xiaobei asked, "Oweier, do you live with your family now?"

"No, no, I live alone."

"It's so great. I don't have a place to stay. Let's go to your house to rest tonight."

"What?"

Although Octavier was very grateful to Yan Xiaobei for saving her, she was not so generous that she lived with the man she had just met for a day.

"Didn't I make it clear? I haven't been in this country for a long time and I haven't stayed yet. Why don't I go to your house to rest tonight?" He said such words without changing his face.

"Zhuang, I..."

"You don't agree?" Yan Xiaobei stared at Octavier with your indifferent eyes.

The blonde beauty was embarrassed by Yan Xiaobei's eyes, and she rushed to her mouth and didn't say it for several times. Finally, she sighed helplessly, "Okay, my house is big, and there are many empty rooms."

"Is that true? I'll wait and see." Yan Xiaobei said disrespectfully.

Half an hour later, Yan Xiaobei finally understood the true meaning of the saying that my home was big and there were many empty rooms.

Octavere's home is indeed very big, not so much as a home, but rather a manor.

Her home is an ancient manor that has survived in the 18th century and has been renovated and preserved for several years. When she walked into this manor, Yan Xiaobei seemed to have arrived in the 18th century, during the period of Queen Victoria, the empire that the sun never sets.

Every corridor and every brick and tile left a mark of time, and an ancient atmosphere permeates every room.

The mottled walls, the gardens full of creeping tigers, colorful gardens, and ancient villas, the exotic style is fully displayed at this moment.

On the walls of the villa's corridor, there are ancient portraits, each of which is a knight in ancient armor.

"I didn't expect that Oveer, your ancestor, was actually a knight." Yan Xiaobei was a little surprised.

"Oh, please, Zhuang, my father is still a knight now, and you should know the surname Irving."

"Irving, should I know?" Yan Xiaobei said strangely.

Octavir was stunned in surprise.

Yan Xiaobei said: "Sorry, if the surname Irving is as famous as Einstein, Newton, Copernicus, and Galileo, I think I will remember it, but it is obviously not."

"My ancestors are indeed not as famous as these people, but my ancestors were in the same era as these people. When these people faced my ancestors, they would never arrogantly raise their heads."

Yan Xiaobei suddenly realized, "Your ancestors must have been nobles at that time."

"Yes, there are my ancestors in the Knights of the Round Table."

When it comes to the Knights of the Round Table, everyone will think of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, but in fact there are far more than twelve Knights of the Round Table, but the most famous one is probably these twelve people.

Over time, everyone will call the Knight of the Round Table the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.

"Okay, Zhuang, it's no point in discussing these things. This is your room, and my room is next door, but I want to remind you, Zhuang."

Speaking of this, Octavir's tone changed.

"What?" Yan Xiaobeiyun asked calmly.

"Although I am very grateful that you saved my life, if you dare to trek into my room without knocking on the door, I will definitely kick your lower body and support you for the rest of your life."

Yan Xiaobei couldn't help laughing.

Octavir felt that she was underestimated and said, "Don't underestimate me, my swordsmanship is very powerful."

Yan Xiaobei was not surprised. It would be too bad if the descendants of the knights did not know how to sword skills.

It is natural for Octavere to know swordsmanship.

The swordsman of the Round Table must be unexpected, and it may be a very powerful swordsman.

However, if you lose the sword, the combat power of these people will be terrible. For example, this morning, Octavell was robbed by three gangsters with swords. If the sword is in hand, the three gangsters will definitely not be her opponent.

But in fact, not only did she not have a sword, but she even had wooden sticks around her. If Yan Xiaobei had not helped her, she would have been raped by the robbery of wealth and disaster.

"I understand. If there is nothing important, I will never break into your room." Yan Xiaobei said.

Octavir nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your understanding, Zhuang, you are such a gentleman."

“I think so too.”

After the two said goodbye, Yan Xiaobei returned to his room, and Octavier left her room.

Was the Knight of the Round Table? No wonder Octavere touched something like the magic weapon of doom.
Chapter completed!