The sparks are bright, and the dim yellow street lamps cast a blurry brilliance, illuminating the long street like a dream passage leading to a fantasy land. Small,...o
"You're just wasting your time wandering around like this. I know the best places to have fun and where the most beautiful dancers are."
The coachman showed an ambiguous smile that all men knew, jumped out of the carriage and went to help Downton, "There are some neighborhoods that are not safe at night."
"Take me to the ghetto!"
Downton pushed the driver's hand away and got into the carriage.
"What?"
The coachman thought he heard it wrong, until Downton repeated it, his expression became weird, as if he was looking at a pervert with a special quirk.
If you, a grown man, don't go to the Moulin Rouge to see the dancers, even if you can't find a nightingale wandering under the street lights to solicit customers, what the hell is going to the slums?
"Are you leaving or not?"
Downton frowned.
"Walk!"
With the thought that he is a bastard if he has money but does not make money, the coachman set out on the road, but he still kindly reminded him, "Noble sir, it is illegal to buy slaves privately in London. If you want prostitutes, you have to go to the slave market."
The coachman welcomed him and sent him off, and he had developed a sharp eye early on. Although Downton was in disguise and the clothes he wore were not gorgeous, the workmanship was definitely master-class. You must know that this kind of clothes is harder to buy than Chinese clothes, which means that he has a private tailor, and
With that kind of temperament, you can tell that he is someone who has been in a high position for a long time and gives orders all year round.
He is definitely not the kind of poor man who lives in the slums and wears good clothes and goes out to cheat and kidnap people. He must be buying and selling slaves. After all, those people are often too poor to eat. It is normal to sell their sons and daughters. Some women even come out.
Be a wandering warbler.
Downton was silent, admiring the night view. From time to time, carriages passed by. On board were well-dressed nobles and gorgeous women, who looked like they were going to a banquet.
The driver was a good person. After seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, he began to introduce the scenery of the slums, and also revealed some precautions during the process.
After the carriage turned onto a street in Nancheng District, the light immediately dimmed. The road was damaged and bumpy, and many street lights were broken. The pedestrians wandering on the street looked very unkind.
Creak!
The driver stopped the carriage at a dark intersection, "Six silver coins in total."
"Keep the change, please!"
Downton popped out a gold coin, which spun and made a buzzing sound as it rubbed against the air.
Click!
The coachman took a bite and felt happy. If this place wasn't too dangerous, he would really have waited here to pick up this high-roller again.
Walking around Downton. I am more and more surprised. Unlike those common slums, there is no disgusting smell in the air here, nor are there dilapidated tile-roofed houses and littered garbage. Instead, there are rows of neat huts.
Although it is narrow, it is enough for a family of four to live in.
In order to save the lamp oil, the women used street lamps to wash clothes and sheets, which will be delivered to the guests tomorrow. So they have to be busy until late at night, but they are used to facing a mountain-like workload.
Life is not easy, but some children are also helping.
Seeing Downton passing by, some women stopped what they were doing, stood up and bowed to salute. Their attitude was extremely respectful.
"Did you admit the wrong person?"
Downton did not respond.
"Big brother, give it to you!"
Under the watchful eyes of a group of playmates, a little girl ran up to Downton, held a small dragon made of clay in her hands, and handed it to him.
"Thank you. Very beautiful!"
Downton smiled and touched the little girl's head, took away the dragon, took out a gold coin, and put it in her hand.
"This...this is a gift for you...no...no money!"
The little girl stammered, bowed, put down the gold coins, turned and ran away. Her playmates immediately came up to her, chattering to her.
"Who do they think I am?"
Downton thought about it and waved to the little girl, "You all come here!"
A bunch of children ran over like pugs.
"Master Luo Wei!"
At one age, a name that Downton was unfamiliar with was shouted out.
"This is for you."
Downton did not explain, but took out some snacks from the war space and handed them to the children.
No one answered, but from the sounds of their swallowing and the hopeful looks in their eyes, Downton knew that they wanted it very much.
"Eat, it's Xiaolong's return gift!"
Downton said sorry to Lowe in his heart and set off on the road again, with several more little tails behind him.
"It's too late, go home!"
Downton didn't dare let them follow, even if they were familiar with the environment here.
"Master! Master!"
A petite girl wearing a maid outfit shouted and ran out of a side road. After seeing Downton, she felt as if she had seen the savior. She ran over with great joy, picked him up and left, "Hurry up!
There are bad guys."
After only crossing three long streets, Downton could already hear the men cursing as they pulled a woman and tried to take her away.
"Let her go!"
The maid scolded that as long as the young master was around, she was not afraid of these people.
"This noble gentleman, it is natural to pay back debts. You will not hinder us, right?"
The man leading the team had a scar on his face. He spoke humbly and looked at Downton without any trace.
"Master Luo Wei, I don't owe them any money." The girl who was dragged away saw the scarred man taking out a contract and quickly clarified, "I am here to be a dancer, I did not agree to be a prostitute!"
"But it's right that you paid twenty gold coins in advance, right?"
This method has been used so often that even if he goes to court, the scarred man can escape unscathed, so he is confident.
"How much money does she owe you, I will pay it for her!"
Facing a group of low-level nobodies, Downton did not even bother to use force.
"I'm afraid this won't work!"
The scarred man was very depressed. Logically speaking, he could get money and make a lot of money, but this girl was named by a viscount, and he couldn't afford to offend her.
"What? My gold coins are worthless?"
Downton frowned.
"This is a matter for Viscount Angke."
The scarred man was carried out of the backstage.
"Anke? What the hell?" Downton became impatient, "Either take your money and get out, or die here. As for the Viscount, go back and tell him that if you are not convinced, go to the Golden Tree House Hotel to find me!"
"snort!"
The little maid arrogantly put her hands on her hips and snorted, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
"A total of one hundred and fifty gold coins!"
The scarred man decided to compromise.
"Don't give it to them, I don't owe that much money."
The girl was anxious.
"Don't worry!"
Downton took out two gold tickets with a face value of one hundred dollars and handed them to the scarred man. Just as he reached out to take them, Downton grabbed his neck.
"If you cause trouble with her again, I will pull out your souls and pour them into mechanical puppets, so that you will be unable to live or die for the rest of your life!"
The hanging spider pattern in his left eye flashed past, radiating divine power. When the scarred man woke up, Downton had disappeared.
"Boss, are you okay?"
"Why did you let that scapegoat go? I saw there were a lot of gold tickets in his wallet. That was a big fat sheep."
"That one seems to be Master Lowe. Let's not mess with him. He has a good reputation in the slums. He funded the construction of those houses."
The minions were all talking about it. A boy who lived locally couldn't help but muttered that he didn't want a good man like Lowe to suffer.
"Well, I'm going back to the countryside. It's too difficult to make a living in the city. Besides, I've left my wife and children behind for too long."
The scarred man did not dare to tell his men. His clothes were soaked through. At the moment Downton told him, he really felt that death was lingering around him, but he did not know that this would become a luxury.
It is simply blasphemy that a humble human being dares to accept money from the Servant of God. He must be given the cruelest punishment.
"Master!"
The girl was very frightened.
"Stop talking, use this money for emergency relief. Don't go to places like pubs. Find a serious job." Downton interrupted the girl's thanks. "If you want, go to the Golden Tree House. Someone will help you."
You arrange the work."
After the girl left with a lot of gratitude, the maid immediately screamed and hugged Downton's arm, "Master, I admire you so much, you saved another person's life!"
"Are you sure you didn't admit it wrong?"
Downton joked.
"What are you admitting?"
The maid tilted her head, blinked her beautiful eyes, and looked at Downton inexplicably. She stood on tiptoes and reached out to touch his forehead, "You don't have a fever?"
"fine!"
Downton shook his head, unable to communicate with this idiot maid.
"Master, it's time to go back, otherwise the housekeeper will scold you if you let him know!"
The maid kept talking about everything that happened that night, and dragged Downton into a carriage.
"It shouldn't be a trap, right?"
Downton was very curious about that Lovie. How similar must the face be for so many people to recognize him?
The carriage meandered and finally stopped in front of a quiet mansion. There were only two or three servants, and judging from his attitude, it was clear that Luo Wei was usually very kind to them.
"No need for late night snacks."
After asking the maid to leave, Downton walked into the study room. What he saw were tall bookshelves filled with books.
"It covers a wide range of topics!"
Homer teased that there were dozens of language books, ranging from dragon language, elven language, to the eccentric lizard language, and underground murloc language.
This is definitely not just a show, because everything is explained above.
From the most popular opera picture books to obscure philosophical books, we have them all.
"Oh my god, Finnegans Wake, Being and Time by Heidegger, don't tell him he can understand them all!"
Homer's exclamations grew louder and louder, and finally he was completely convinced when he found a stack of manuscripts written with various data and texts.
On the window sill of the study, there is a simple bronze observation machine, with white paper and a ruler beside it. It seems that Lowe is calculating the position of a certain star.
Downton sat down and looked through the manuscripts. To understand a person, it is natural to start with his words.
The maid burst in with a donut in her mouth, saw her master reading a book, and quickly left quietly. She knew that the master hated others disturbing him at this time.
Some were fascinated by it, and it wasn't until three o'clock in the morning when the maid came in with breakfast that Downton came back to his senses and looked out the window, his eyes feeling a little sour.
"Master, it's time to eat."
Breakfast is very simple, consisting of a glass of milk, two slices of bread, and an egg. Just being able to afford these books makes Lowe worth a lot of money. However, his breakfast is so simple, which shows that he lives a relatively self-disciplined and simple life.
Waiting until midnight, Lowe did not show up.
"Master, it's time to go back, someone sent an invitation!"
After sighing, Downton took out a piece of paper, apologized, wrote down some thoughts, and stood up to leave.
When the bell of the arrival of the people came from the distant bell tower, a tall and tall young man appeared in the study without warning, as if he had always been there.
There was a soft sound of footsteps, and the young man's fingers slowly traced the spine of the book, finally stopping on a book with a red cover.
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra?"
The young man smiled. Seeing that everything in the room was intact and placed in its original place, he couldn't help but feel a lot of affection for the uninvited guest.
Even if a person who loves books is bad, he will not be bad at all!
"Master!"
The girl was wearing a white nightgown, holding an angel doll in one hand, standing in front of the door. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, but she was still sleepy.
"go to sleep!"
The young man picked up the left message.
Now in London, as mid-summer is approaching, the situation is strange and various forces are ready to take action.
The West is a continent where theocracy is supreme, but in Britannia, it is above the imperial power, because the great Queen Madeleine expelled the divine messengers and completely shattered the shackles that had been strengthened on the people.
Here, the Holy See is more like a mascot and a kind of spiritual comfort. When citizens encounter trouble, they are more willing to solve it with their hands instead of praying to some god.
Therefore, in the royal court, the power of the Holy See was extremely weak, and was replaced by the Queen, the Iron Masked Prince, Black Charlie, and the Eldest Princess.
The queen's power is unquestionable. She is aloof and overlooks the fight between her three heirs.
The Iron Masked Prince lives in seclusion and hates these intrigues the most, so he is the weakest. Black Charlie gets the support of the military, especially the Knights of the Garter, which makes his subordinates the most powerful. The Imperial Prime Minister and the nobles in robes of the House of Representatives are the most powerful.
He was standing behind the eldest princess.
Because of the existence of Madeleine, the Brittanians did not have much prejudice against women in power. Instead, they hoped that another Rose of the Devil would appear and restore the glory of the Plantagenet Dynasty.
This internal fighting in the palace that has lasted for several years will finally come to an end at the Crown Prince Ceremony.
The first person to send an invitation to Downton was the eldest princess Freya, inviting him to a dinner party. Whether it would be an olive branch or a Hongmen banquet has yet to be decided.
"nervous?"
Also traveling with him were Sissi and Elaine. They looked at Downton's silence and didn't know what he was thinking, so they asked.
"What are you nervous about?"
Downton asked.
"That princess may be your sister!"
Sissi glanced at Elaine, and the meaning was self-evident. Freya was a blood relative.
"I only have one sister!"
Downton's words made Elaine smile and hug his arm hard, but then she began to complain, she didn't want to just be a sister. (To be continued...)