"Master Karen, this is the menu for the supper."

Mrs. Jenny handed the menu to Karen. Karen took it, glanced at it, shook his head and said:

"It's too much. There are only five of us, one cat and one dog. We can't eat so much. It's too wasteful.

Let’s do this, just keep the first five dishes, one serving per person, eliminate the drinks, and serve them all with ice water, that’s it.”

"Okay, Master Karen." Mrs. Jenny took back the menu, hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage and asked, "Do you need Eunice to come in to decorate?"

"Is it okay for Eunice to arrange the dinner tomorrow, madam? The situation tonight is a bit special. I don't want my fiancée to be exposed to these things prematurely. Please forgive me, madam."

"No, no, no, I don't mean anything else. I just want to ask, just ask. Master Karen, you have the final say."

Mrs. Jenny immediately smiled and shook her head, then walked out of the restaurant holding the menu and told the servants to get ready.

Karen certainly knows what Mrs. Jenny means. As a mother, it is her right to think about her daughter.

It's just that this simple dinner is a little special. Anyone who is led into the performance hall by Alfred needs to keep this secret even from their own family members.

As for telling Eunice this secret now, and then letting Alfred develop Eunice into his disciple?

Be sick!

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Ventura walked into the restaurant with wet hair. When he saw Karen sitting in a wheelchair, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"It looks like I had a lot of fun with my friends today."

"OK."

"Where are they both?"

"He was taken away for treatment."

Karen nodded, not surprised by this result. After all, he had witnessed Ventura beating them all afternoon.

At this time, Muri walked in and sat down on the chair next to him.

Ventura said to Karen: "Brother Muri said he will give me guidance starting tomorrow."

"Cherish this opportunity," Karen said.

"I will, Captain."

"Master."

"team leader."

Alfred and Philomena came in.

Philomena stood at the table, looked at Karen, and asked, "Should I salute you?"

"I remember I told you that there is no need to deliberately change things as they were before, or as they are now, whether it's about your grandma or me."

"Okay, I understand."

Philomena sat down, and it could be seen that she was adjusting her breathing and heart rate again and again.

As a person who is accustomed to assassination as her way of fighting, this should be the simplest and easiest thing to do. It can even be said to be an instinct, but now, it is a bit difficult.

Ventura and Murry looked at each other, with smiles on their lips. It was the same when they came out of the performance hall. No, Philomena in front of them was much calmer than they were before.

Pu'er ran in, jumped on the dining table, and ordered Ventura:

"Little Shitou, help me tie it."

"OK."

Ventura stood up and helped Pu'er put on a small scarf for eating.

"Where's Kevin?" Karen asked.

Pu'er glanced at Philomena sitting opposite and said, "The stupid dog went to the roof to chat with his goddess."

There is another thing Pu'er didn't say, that is, the stupid dog should have been "hurt" by this autistic girl from the Fisher family.

The supper began to be served, and after all the arrangements were completed, the servants all exited, leaving the place to Karen and others.

Just as Karen was about to raise the glass of ice water, the restaurant door was gently knocked open, and Kevin walked in with a bump.

Ventura took a steak from his plate, poured a glass of water, and placed it in front of Kevin.

"Stupid dog, your sad journey of commemoration is over so soon?"

"Woof."

Kevin responded, then stared at Philomena intently.

"What is this? Does it have any special meaning?" Murry pulled out an Ace of Spades playing card from under the dinner plate.

Everyone else has this card under their plates, including the vase in the center of the dining table.

"Well, it doesn't have any special meaning. It's just to commemorate this gathering." Pu'er immediately explained. Obviously, this was arranged by someone else.

"A souvenir?" Murry pocketed the card, and Ventura and Philomena did the same.

Pu'er is very satisfied with their performance. He has always been a cat who likes to pursue a sense of ritual.

Karen raised the glass of water and said, "I am honored to have you by my side on the road to the future and to faith."

Everyone raised their water glasses, and Alfred was the first to respond: "It is our honor to follow you."

Others followed up: "It's our glory."

Pu'er also put his meat claws on his chest: "Glory meow!"

"Alfred?"

Hearing the young master calling him, Alfred stood up and said:

“Everyone;

We should not just see that our group is still small, we should see the purity of our group.

We should not just think that our current volume is not loud enough. In fact, the more at this time, the more clearly we can hear each other's inner voices.

We already have the present, and we can also control the future.

order,

new order,

Will be born in our hands!

cheers!"

"cheers!"

After the formalities, everyone started to eat.

When the meal was about to end, Alfred wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "Please stay for a moment after the meal is over, and I will organize a small study session on the young master's notes."

Everyone nodded.

Alfred was very satisfied with everyone's cooperation. When the servants removed the dinner plates and put them on the blackboard for a small study session, he found that his young master actually stayed there and took out his notebook and pen.

"Master, you can go and rest first. I will give you a summary report on the progress of your study report."

Karen shook his head and said, "Let's study together."

"Okay, Master."

Alfred stood up and walked towards the small blackboard and said: "Philomena, I will give you individual tutoring on what you have missed before. Our study topic tonight is:

"The Principle of Repeatability and Infinity of the Cognition Process": Knowledge is repetitive. Due to the limitations of subjective and objective conditions, the process of human pursuit of truth is not smooth sailing..."

…

After the study session was over, Alfred personally pushed Karen's wheelchair back to the bedroom. When he entered the bedroom, Alfred couldn't help but bent down and asked softly:

"Master, do you think there is anything I need to improve on in my study session today?"

"You spoke very well, very well."

"Thank you, Master." Alfred had a satisfied smile on his face.

"You go to bed early."

"Master, please go to bed early."

Alfred exited the bedroom and closed the door.

Karen continued to sit in the wheelchair, thinking about Alfred's lectures in his mind. He would write some things in his notebook, but rarely discuss and organize them systematically. In this regard, Alfred

He made up for himself, and he had a lot of original content, but it was all within the framework.

"No wonder many works were compiled by students and descendants. Maybe the sages themselves didn't think so much about it at the time."

…

The next morning, the weather was fine.

Karen would feel more comfortable if the wheelchair beneath her was replaced by a horse.

Today is the first time since I started to recuperate that I am ready to invigorate my body.
To be continued...