Chapter 393 Reporter Dimitri
Black ribbons have been hung on the treetops.
Demeter was extremely excited when he received the notice from the Temple of Silver and Tin.
His fingers couldn't help but tremble as he repeatedly stroked his precious camera in the carriage, wriggling uncontrollably as if there were thorns under his butt.
He is a reporter from The Glass Steps.
Two months ago, he was present when Aiwass bravely fought against the ferocious deformed limb demon at the awarding ceremony of the "Order of the Holy Sword".
To be more precise.
He was the reporter who, out of intense fear at the demon's appearance, became obsessed with taking photos of it. He was also the one who finally took photos of Aiwass and Gordon after they defeated the demon.
Gordon's armor was tattered, his helmet falling off, revealing a stoic face covered in sweat and stains. Aiwass, sitting in a slightly deformed wheelchair, had blood oozing from his chest. The Order of the Holy Sword pinned to his chest was stained red with his own blood, shining like a ruby in the evening light.
It became the best photo he had ever taken in his life.
From then on, he was no longer just a photographer, but became a special reporter for the Glass Steps Newspaper.
It can be said that it was that photo that changed his destiny.
To put it more deeply, it is because of Evans that he is what he is today.
The benefactor who saved his life and helped him take his life and career to the next level.
- Unlike those who only knew Aiwass from newspapers and therefore liked to point fingers at the overly young "Minister Moriarty", reporter Dimitri admired Aiwass very much.
Because he was really there the whole time.
The demon emerged from that man's body right in front of Dimitri. He knew how terrifying that twisted and ferocious demon was, and how chilling the fear that completely paralyzed the brain was.
That was a horror that could never be captured in a static photograph. Not to mention, the terrifying photo he took of a demon tearing through a human body and crawling out hadn't even passed the editor's approval to be published in the newspaper.
And in front of that demon, as a disabled person with limited mobility, when he could clearly be escorted and evacuated safely, he still mustered the courage to fight for others - this kind of bravery and perseverance is much better than those knights!
If he doesn't become a knight, who will?
Because of this, every time he talked with his colleagues in the newspaper office, or heard someone making sharp comments about Aiwass while out for interviews, Dimitri could not help but go over and say a few words for Aiwass.
There is no doubt that reporter Dimitri is Edwards Moriarty's number one fan!
Perhaps this reputation reached Aiwass himself...
Today, when reporter Dimiter was about to get off work, he suddenly received a notice from the editor-in-chief.
It was said that the new Minister without Portfolio and a close confidant of Queen Isabella, Edward Moriarty, was planning to be interviewed, and specifically asked for him—the reporter who had taken his photo at the investiture ceremony.
The newspaper didn't dare to neglect it and immediately sent Dimitri out. But even if the editor-in-chief hadn't forced him to come and Aiwass hadn't specifically asked him to come, Dimitri would have asked the editor-in-chief to give him this opportunity.
The agreed interview location was not too far from the newspaper office, in White Queens. But they still took a horse-drawn carriage - walking was too slow and might make them sweat, which would be too rude.
Dimitri put on his best clothes, took a notebook and a pen, and walked carefully into the agreed restaurant.
This is a restaurant owned by the owner of Iris. It has high reviews and the prices are very high.
Not far away was the villa complex where the knights of the Round Table Hall lived. Several ministers lived within 500 meters of the area, patrolled day and night by white-feathered griffins and arbitrators from the Arbitration Hall.
As an interview, it is best to ask the other party for a photo.
But Dimitri didn't dare to hold up the spotlight to meet Minister Moriarty directly, 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 the conversation was enjoyable, you might even be able to take a photo when they leave.
Dimitri didn't recognize the restaurant's name—it was a cursive lettering of the iris flower, with no translation at all. Dimitri only attended elementary school before coming to Glass Island to work.
This time, Aiwass invited him to dinner, and he was worried that his embarrassment would affect Aiwass.
He had already decided that he would only have the cheapest dish. He didn't need to drink. If he drank too much, it would be embarrassing and might stain Aiwas's clothes or the carpet.
However, he still felt uneasy when he saw the interior decoration.
The short young man wearing a beret stood at the door of the restaurant, looking so embarrassed at the soft wool carpet on the floor of the room.
He stood at the door, repeatedly and vigorously wiping his shoes on the mat before daring to go in. The waiter at the door did not ask anything about his clothes or behavior, obviously Aiwass had already given instructions.
The waiters treated him with respect and courtesy and led the young reporter into the private room on the second floor.
As soon as he entered the door, Dimitri smelled the rich and fragrant aroma of food in the house.
He sniffed subconsciously, his Adam's apple moving up and down, and he swallowed silently.
He recognized Aiwass immediately.
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 food. There were no waiters or servants.
This is obviously unreasonable.
Generally speaking, a distinguished guest like Minister Moriarty would always be accompanied by an entourage. Even if his elf butler wasn't currently on Glass Island, he should still have his personal maid with him. And there should always be a few waiters inside the house...
When the door opened, a cool breeze blew in. Aiwas raised his head and saw Dimitri standing at the door, not daring to come in.
The smile on Aiwas's face was particularly friendly. He pointed in front of him and said, "Please sit down, Mr. Dimitri."
"...Yes, Minister Moriarty."
Dimitri walked in cautiously and sat down hesitantly.
Before he could ask, Aiwass smiled and said, “I thought you might be nervous, so I asked them not to stay here.
"All the dishes are here. I'm sorry I didn't ask what you wanted. But I think I ordered quite a lot. If you don't eat them, they might get cold, so eat quickly."
All ready?
Dimitri picked up his knife and fork and whispered, "I heard that when ministers eat, they always like to eat one dish at a time..."
"That's right."
Aiwass nodded. "At the Temple of Silver and Tin, they don't serve too many dishes at once. If they're not enough or if they get cold, they're removed and moved to another table. This custom comes from Iris. According to the rules of restaurants like this, they usually serve the food one course at a time to preserve its flavor."
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.
Seeing that he looked startled, Aiwass laughed. "I was just kidding. Actually, I roughly guessed the time you would come, so I asked the waiter to deliver all the dishes at the designated time - look, they're still warm.
"This way you can sit down and eat without being too nervous. You won't have to look at me and be at a loss for words when you don't know how to start a conversation. If we sit face to face like this, won't you feel like you're in prison?"
"Eat quickly. Otherwise the food will get cold and it will be a waste."
Aiwass urged.
Seeing Dimitri looking at the table full of dishes, not knowing where to start, I introduced them to him: "I recommend this. Baked crab with crab mousse, caviar and sweet corn. The crab meat will not taste good when it gets cold."
"……Oh well!"
Dimitri subconsciously obeyed Aiwass's advice.
The delicious crab mousse instantly captured his heart. He wanted to swallow it in big mouthfuls, but he was worried that it would be too rude in front of Aiwass.
"And then try this, roasted squab. And this, smoked beef tenderloin and heart with mushroom sauce."
While Dimitri was still holding back, Aiwass continued to enthusiastically recommend food to him. There was so much food that he couldn't finish it quickly enough. Dimitri had no time to think about anything else, even forgetting he was there for an interview. He could only concentrate on eating the now lukewarm food, hoping to finish it before it got cold—at least to avoid wasting food.
Watching the young man in the distress of happiness, Aiwass, who was actually seven or eight years younger than Dimitri, just smiled and swallowed his food in big mouthfuls with the same cheerfulness.
(End of this chapter)
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