"I'm really excited!" Tolkien was still talking about this while sitting in the car. He rode a horse to Blackberry Manor, and it was obviously too dangerous to let him ride back not too far from the front line. In this matter, Grindelwald did not mean to protect him, but just said "safe all the way". Zhao Mai remained silent and invited him to get into his car.

"Your car is magical, and it's so much bigger inside than outside!" Tolkien obviously had an explanation of everything in his mind, greatly saving Zhao Mai's verbal words.

"This is Ado, my driver, and that is the maid Dogian." Zhao Mai introduced, "But most of the time I like to drive by myself."

"I'm glad to know you, you have a polite and excellent master, who is really not like the Orientals I know." Tolkien said: "I think..."

"I think you'd better not talk about this topic. Just know that I'm different from the Chinese you think now. To a certain extent, I have to say that I'm a century ahead of them." Zhao Mai didn't want to touch this topic. He wanted to temporarily cut off his connection with his motherland, especially after 1919, otherwise it might attract the attention of the transcendent, and the old man reminded him of this point many times.

"Okay, I respect your wishes." Tolkien felt that he could not see enough, could not figure it out, and could not figure it out. "Magic, magic", he murmured to himself. "Can you imagine that there is actually a magic school in England, and I can go there to school!"

"As far as I know, it's for the magician children. We are both in our twenties, won't you feel embarrassed?"

"Yes, but aren't you still there?" Tolkien said with a smile. "Awkwardness is really nothing. You may not know that it is the easiest day since the winter of 2016."

"Ah, the Battle of Somme." Zhao Mai nodded: "Most of your good friends die there, that must be terrible."

"I remember when we went there, shouting: Mom, be proud of me. But when my friend died, he called Mom, not for me, but just wanted to go home. I went with six best friends, three died on the battlefield, one died in the hospital. I and the other returned to England, but in fact, some of us were all dead on the Somme." Tolkien stopped here, took out a pipe from his arms, held it directly in his mouth, and did not ignite it. "Broken

Arms and legs can also be installed with prosthetics. What should I do if a disabled soul? After all, there is no prosthetics for the soul! My friend wants to get out of this terrible world. He has already pointed his gun at himself three times, his mouth, temple and heart once each. The only thing that made him not pull the trigger was just worried that I would let me live alone in this world, which is more pathetic and lonely than him. I hope that magic, or magic, can only be used to complete the soul and restore our initial peace."

"Are you married?"

"Of course, I was married before joining the army, and I loved Edith, whom I deeply loved, I think she was the elves in my life, and the only reason I didn't have the only reason to hold a gun at myself like a friend. Do you know what an elves are?"

"Probably..." Zhao Mai considered the current era, especially the vocabulary of elves, dwarves, orcs, which are familiar to later generations, and had not yet been given great meaning by Tolkien, he could only nod and explain: "I can know the meaning of this word through your tone."

"This is a very good talent," Tolkien said: "I admit that the harvest in love saved me, but no matter how strong the arms are, they cannot make up for the disability of their legs. Catching them correctly does not mean standing firmly."

"Can magic be different?" Although Zhao Mai didn't want to splash cold water on him, he still had to lay the groundwork for him. Even if he had magic, he was still a human being and would still endure the pain and hardships that human beings had to endure.

"That's magic after all, is it different, right?" Tolkien said: "What's better than regaining the chance?"

The idea that you won’t feel desperate for the second time is sometimes better than regaining the opportunity. So Zhao Mai will definitely not say it. He looked at the road ahead and said to Tolkien: “Okay, our goals are all Hogwarts and Magic, but how can we get through it? I got to Blackberry Manor because I got lost, but I don’t know how to go to England.”

"Turn left at the intersection in front and go to the barracks first." Tolkien said: "I was retired, but I applied for the identity I remembered on the front line. I think the advantage of writing something is still useful. I know the commander there, so I put the camp there. You must not just go to England like this, and you will most likely be regarded as a spy!"

"Can you solve my identity problem?"

"I can't, but George V can, either printed on paper or gold." Tolkien said: "The franc is fine. Originally, rubles can be used, but you also know that there was a riot there at the end of last year and the Tsar was overthrown."

"It's a revolution, not a riot." Zhao Mai corrected.

“There is no difference between the two words just for the economic impact.”

"I don't have pounds or francs, but I have gems and gold." Zhao Mai smiled, and Tolkien smiled, these things are actually better.

Zhao Mai drove into the camp of the British and French forces and was immediately welcomed. In Tolkien's description, he was "a distressed prince from an ancient mysterious family in the East, who met by chance on the edge of the battlefield. Because of Tolkien's language talent, the two finally established a connection and were invited by him to visit the great Great Britain."

I really want to roll my eyes and throw it over. How could anyone believe this story? But Zhao Mai forgot that it was in 1918, and this story is still very marketable. Moreover, Tolkien is a master of fantasy literature (the future), and his description was quickly "officially recognized". After Zhao Mai proved his wealth, especially after taking out exotic jewelry (to all people on earth) and giving it to the army generously and generously, all his troubles were solved.

Letters of introduction, signatures and legion stamps are the best passes of this era. There is no photo on it, and no one will take photos of everyone and print them on their ID cards. It will take many years to realize it.

However, Zhao Mai discovered that the most popular one was always silent Dogian, and he was never himself. He was suspected of not knowing English or French, or any language of the civilized world. This is a bad thing and a good thing, at least avoiding many unnecessary interrogations. Tolkien's higher education and his former military status made him very happy in the military camp, not to mention that the commander here had served in a legion with him, and was considered a "comrade-in-arms who had never met". As long as Tolkien guaranteed that "Mac Long Roar" was not a spy, then he was not a spy.
Chapter completed!