“Is this Nairobi?”

A sentence of English suddenly appeared in the savage in front of him, and his hoarse voice seemed to have not spoken for a long time.

"God, the savage is also a man of our empire? Where is he? Birmingham, Brighton or Newcastle."

William was full of surprise. Although he didn't hear what the savage said clearly, it was indeed in English.

"What did you say? Can you say it again?" Old Mike's kindness broke out again. He looked at the person in front of him with a dark face and a slutty face. Since he could speak English, he would not be a savage.

"Is this Nairobi?" asked the savage, who was obviously in poor spirits, again.

And old Mike also heard clearly what the other person said.

"Yes, this is Nairobi, sir, who are you? Where are you from?"

"Sorry, can I prepare some food and water for me? I think I have to recover some strength before answering your questions, because I think I will get dizzy after I can't hold on for long, because I've been dizzy many times, and there is no guarantee that I can wake up after dizzy again. What is certain is that I am British and from Edinburgh."

The savages who have come to civilized society may have relaxed their spirits and their bodies become shaky, as if they may fall to the ground at any time.

The two who had already confirmed that there was no danger immediately came forward and helped the savage when they heard this. They didn't care about the strong smell on his body, and walked towards the small bar half-held.

William knew some common sense, so he brought out some oatmeal leftovers from breakfast and added some minced meat, hoping to help restore the savage's physical strength.

The already confused savage instinctively poured the oatmeal porridge into his mouth, and soon ate it completely, then lay on the bar sofa and fell asleep.

William looked at Old Mike and said, "What should I do? Although he looks like we are British, he is not sure about his specific identity and whether there is any danger. Should he be allowed to stay here?"

"What can we do? Maybe his identity is extraordinary. Let's talk about everything when he wakes up. Maybe it will be a long time. I'll stay here to stay with you, don't worry."

Old Mike found a random seat to sit down and said, "Take out the one called liquor you bought from the Chinese Empire. I like its taste."

"Damn old Mike, you always think about some of my good things. Although I don't like its taste, do you know that it is so expensive? It costs a silver coin and a bottle, and only such a small bottle. The greedy Chinese Empire will sooner or later be buried by gold coins and silver coins."

William said complaining, but he showed with his actions that he was not a stingy person. He took out a bottle of Chinese-marked white wine and served a plate of barbecue.

"I think most people would rather be buried in gold coins than be poor, right?"

At this time, Old Mike took the wine and barbecue from William without hesitation, put two cups on it and filled it with it, and then sipped in the wine and barbecue. Judging from his expression, you can tell how much he enjoyed it now.

"This wine should be fragrant with barbecue. William, remember to buy a few more bottles next time, I like them."

"Damn it, you have to pay, sooner or later I will be drunk by you."

William, who was tricked by Old Mike's expression, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, choking him to tears, which made Old Mike laugh.

The two of them waited in the bar until the morning of the next day.

The two of them who had just enjoyed breakfast stared at the savage lying on the sofa and were still sleeping soundly.

"How long do you think he can sleep?" William asked as he looked at the savage.

"Who knows? You may wake up soon, or you may have to sleep for more than ten hours."

"He can really sleep."

"Maybe he had some accident. He would know everything when he woke up, right? Don't worry, there is food and drink anyway."

"Of course you are not in a hurry. You eat and drink mine. You have also cleaned up such expensive wine."

William rolled his eyes and said, looking at Old Mike with contempt.

Old Mike's face would definitely be thick when it should be thick. He just shrugged indifferently. Just as he was about to turn back to the seat next to him, the savage suddenly jumped up, like a beast's immediate reaction when it was in danger.

“Hi, stop, stop, stop.”

Old Mike reacted, held down the savage who was a little out of control and shouted loudly.

William, who was stunned, hurried forward to help.

It seemed that the savage had not yet recovered completely and was still very weak. The two of them subdued him easily. After a while, the sound of speaking came from under them.

"Sorry, I remember that I have returned to a civilized society."

The savage who was pressed down below muttered.

Old Mike asked again uncertainly: "Are you sure you have no problem?"

"Yes, thank you for your help. My name is Kevin, a sergeant from Edinburgh, the Royal Army's 7th African Division."

Old Mike slowly let go of him hesitantly, and exclaimed when he heard his self-introduction: "What, are you a soldier of the 7th Division?"

"Yes, can I give me some food first? I'm very hungry and haven't eaten enough for a long time."

William quickly brought up the plate on the coffee table. The savage who claimed to be Kevin was not polite. He immediately grabbed everything he could eat on the plate, opened his bow left and right, and swallowed and swept everything.

The two of them who had just eaten their fill looked at their eating behavior and felt that they might have eaten breakfast for nothing, but now they suddenly feel hungry again?

It didn't take long, and after Kevin swallowed his last bite of oatmeal, he stopped breathing a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, two gentlemen. I didn't expect that I could persist until I returned to a civilized society. This trip to hell made me desperate."

Old Mike suppressed some of the answers he was eager to know and introduced himself: "My name is Mike. You call me Old Mike like everyone else. Anyone who has been to Nairobi should know that there is a good person like me. He is William, the owner of this bar, and a stingy guy."

William, who was also eager to know the answer, rolled his eyes and ignored Old Mike's introduction to him.

"Sergeant Kevin, right? Can I ask some questions I want to know? You have also seen that your disappearance has caused people in the entire small town to escape from here one after another. I have been living here all the time, and I don't hope it will be the result."

"Yes, old Mike, I'll tell you everything I know, as long as you don't feel surprised."

"Well, it seems you've gone through a fantasy journey, right? Can you tell me in detail?"

Kevin's expression changed instantly. Although he couldn't tell the slut and mud on his face, he could tell from his slightly trembling body that his heart was not calm at this time. He did not think that this mission was a fantasy journey, but on the contrary, it was a hell journey that would only appear in nightmare.
Chapter completed!