Devil's Music

The next day.

The night before, when the influences of the late drinks made the group rest in the mansion who did not expect to wake up in the morning, they boarded the Rolls-Royce Limousine, which was waiting with Ilysher Usmanov.

When I got up and got to Shizuka, who was ready for Burya Burya, the car left for Ambleside and entered the village about 30 minutes later. Shizuka smiles as she sees the lake shore on a quiet plain adjoining the car window.

“Great Britain is an amazing country, with a rural village like this just 30 minutes away from London. ”

Ilysher Usmanov laughs.

“Right? There's no country in the world that can coexist in this bustling town and countryside. ”

A 20-minute walk from the capital reminded me of Nepal with the Himalayan Mountains, and I smiled without a word.

“Did you contact Arthur Hodgson in advance? ”

“No, I didn't. When you decide to invest in an early business like this, it's a precaution to look at the person as he usually is, huh? ”

A five-minute car stood in front of a house on three or four lakes. A frowning driver looks back at the navigation and says,

“Hey…… navigation guide is over. I think it's one of the three houses in front of me.... ”

Ilysher Usmanov opens the car door.

“Why don't you go down and ask him? ”

Ilysher Usmanov, who got out of the car with the group, approaches a white grandmother sitting on a bench in front of a house with a brown roof on a white wall.

My grandmother smiled and said, looking at the limousine that doesn't fit in the village.

“You must be a tourist. ”

Ilysher Usmanov gives out Arthur's business card and asks.

“Haha, no. I was wondering if he lives here. ”

The grandmother who looked at the business card with her narrow eyes, whether she could not see it or not, returned the business card again.

“I can't see you because you didn't bring a magnifying glass, just tell me your name. ”

“Oh, I'm sorry. This is Arthur Hodgson. ”

The grandmother looked around the house at the rear of the three houses. Like my grandmother's house, the house with the brown roof on the white wall was the first floor house with a small forest behind it.

“Hodgson's house is that house.... ”

Ilysher Usmanov smiles and puts her business card back in.

“Haha, thank you. Okay, let's go. ”

When I passed my grandmother, she simply gave me her eyes, and she reached out her hand to the gun.

“How handsome is this young man? ”

I stopped to think of my dead grandmother when I saw her smile. The grabbed grandmother's warm hand sat next to her and said.

“Hehe, grandma. ”

My grandmother looked at the case and said.

“I've never seen such a handsome young man in my life. Are you Asian?”

“Yes, Grandma. I'm from Korea.”

“Oh, Korea? The one with the World Cup? ”

Even Grandma, the grandmother of England, who thought she was different, laughed.

“Yes, it is. That was 20 years ago, and you still remember that, haha."

“Hoho, just a grandmother who has nothing to do but sit on a bench and kill time. Then why are you looking for Mr. Hodgson's house? ”

“Oh... I have something to do with your son. ”

“Arthur? Are you here for the boy? ”

“Haha, grandma's little boy, says he's over mid-twenties. ”

“You look like a kid no matter how big you are to someone like me I've seen since I was a kid. By the way, I thought you were going to the market with your mother...... Did you come? ”

“Really? Well, I'll go check it out. ”

“Yes, I'm baking an apple pie, but I'll be back in a minute. ”

“Haha, thank you, grandma. ”

The matter of letting go of my grandmother's hand told Ilysher Usmanov, who was waiting for her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, let's go. ”

“That's okay. You're good with your grandmother. ”

“Hehe, it reminds me of my grandmother. ”

Illysher Usmanov, who measured the age of the case, thought it would be rude to ask more if her grandmother had died and went to Hodgson's house without saying a word.

The house on the white wall looked like it was made of wood and had a dark brown door. Ilysher Usmanov, who was stuttering around the door, notices that the bell is missing and knocks on the door.

“Are you there? ”

After several knocks, the door opens with a rustling sound from the inside. A black man in his 60s grabs the door hook and turns to look like what's going on, and the gun opens his mouth.

“Hello, Mr. Hodgson. ”

When Gun calls his name, he is slightly surprised and asks.

“Oh… yes. Where are you guys from? ”

Ilysher Usmanov gives out a business card.

“I had a business meeting with my son. ”

He looks surprised at his business card with his eyes wide open. He hurriedly went inside the house and looked for a magnifying glass, then looked at his business card again and said in a slightly higher tone.

“Arsenal Holdings? Is this the Asuna I know? ”

Ilysher Usmanov smiles joyfully.

“Yes, that's right. ”

“Oops! Come on in. ”

When he sits on the old couch with two men who were guided into the house, he makes fun of himself and goes to the kitchen to boil his tea, and what he saw around the house spoke favorably to Ilysher Usmanov.

“It's not a very good house, is it? ”

Ilysher Usmanov nods and looks around. The old couches and tables were strewn with corners to see if the animals had eaten them, and the tables with old mechanical TVs, not LCDs or PDPs, were antique, but very old looking furniture.

Many picture frames with embroidered walls of the house had family pictures, from black and white to colored pictures. The pictures of bright families playing on the lake had the same background as black and white pictures and color pictures.

“Look at the pictures, they all have the same background. This must be a family that's lived here for quite some time. ”

Illysher Usmanov's words turn his eyes to the photograph, nodding slightly, and a black man walks from the kitchen with his car on a tray.

When the man who saw it got up quickly and accepted the tray, the black man who gave thanks sat in an empty seat.

“Tsk tsk, thank you. You're a decent young man. Nothing prepared, but try the chamomile china my wife made from the mountain herself. ”

Ilysher Usmanov, who tasted tea, opened his eyes wide. Ilysher Usmanov asked if she saw the car steaming in a teacup with surprised eyes.

“A leaf like this on a mountain? ”

The black man smiled and said.

“Haha, the leaves from the mountain at the back of the house were dried by the way they came down from my great-grandmother's block. It tastes good, right?”

“It's not enough, but it's the kind of car you want to commercialize. Thank you for the wonderful car. Mr. Hodgson.”

“Haha, call me Toby. Toby Hodgson. ”

“Oh, Toby. Nice to meet you. I'm Ilyshire Usmanov.

“W-what? Ilysha...? ”

“Haha, I'm Ilysher Usmanov. ”

“Ah... That's a tough name, huh. What about this decent young man? ”

I smiled as I listened to them.

“It's Kay, Toby. ”

“Haha, fortunately your name is easy. Let's see... I think I've heard that name somewhere... ”

As Toby looks at the gun and thinks of something, he shakes his head.

“Memory's getting worse as you get older, huh? ”

“Haha, no. No wonder you don't know. ”

“Haha, thank you for understanding, but... is it business to want to meet our son...?" ”

Ilysher Usmanov nods and laughs.

“I saw the watch your son made. I had to refine it a little bit. ”

Toby smiles and says.

“He's still a child, and I'm more worried about him wanting to become an owner than stepping one step at a time. ”

Ilysher Usmanov shakes her head.

“It's quite possible. When you have good designers and good equipment, you come here because you see the potential to be a brand of handmade watches. ”

Toby looks at Ilysher Usmanov, slightly surprised, and smiles brightly.

“Haha, you don't recognize these precious guests, thank you for taking good care of my son. Then Arthur and his wife went to the market. You're gonna have to wait a little bit. What do we do? ”

Ilysher Usmanov gestures.

“I didn't make any appointments in advance, but that's okay. ”

Toby wakes up from his seat thinking about his chin.

“Your precious guests have been busy, but you can't just sit here and watch your son's workshop in the basement. ”

Ilysher Usmanov rises in glow.

“Oh! Good. This is a curious workshop for a watchmaker. ”

“Haha, the watchmaker is so embarrassed to hear the sound of an engineer. Come here."

The stairs leading down to the basement were outside the house. Toby, lying diagonally next to the house, opened the sliding door that was pierced down, went in first and lit the lamp, and the dark staircase lit up, and he immediately heard Toby shout.

“Come down, be careful on the stairs. ”

Curious Ilysher Usmanov goes down to the basement first. His steep staircase slows him down and makes it difficult to get down.

The moment I stepped down the stairs to go down to the basement, I turned my head to something strange and saw someone standing at the boundary where the forest began on the plains behind my house.

“W-who is this? ”

The blonde woman in a white dress is a little separated, unable to discern her face. Watching the woman with one foot inside the staircase takes a long look at her.

The woman does nothing special but stares at the case. He looked at her with a strange look and waved his right hand unknowingly as he realized that he was the only one looking at him even when he looked around.

It doesn't look far away, but you can see her smiling as the gun gestures.

I don't know how it feels, but when I feel the opponent smiling, I wave and smile, and the woman waves a hand as she sprays it.

When strangers greeted, they went into the basement with a smile because it was a Western culture that smiled or greeted people just by making eye contact with people coming and going different from the Koreans who come from the border.

During the winter months, the woman stands on the edge of a blue forest and quietly lowers her hand. Her deep blue eyes glow over Toby's house.

“You've finally met your last child, Kay. ”

As she stared at the house for a moment, she soon disappeared from there like a lie.