The elevator took Bu Shuchang and Mary into the dormitory.
This is an ivory white dormitory, exquisite but very small. The servants urgently packed up the guest room, with a few simple pieces of furniture in full view. It is not that there are no other dormitories in the castle, and 100 million francs can be spent before the 21st century.
If they buy this castle, even if it has a bedroom of 200 square meters, the Collier family will look down upon it.
But what's that?
The night wind stirred the snow-white gauze curtains, bringing with it the decaying smell of water lilies in the distant pool. Mary was lying in front of the window, her bare feet on the floor. Beside the window was a mahogany carved table with a silver-plated tray on it.
, it carried a glass flask filled with red wine and two goblets, but one of the glasses disappeared.
The girl was lying on the bed, holding a book in one hand and tasting it from a goblet in the other hand. The dim light shone on her face, making her look graceful and comfortable.
She remembered two hundred years ago.
The misty moonlight shone into the Queen's farm in Versailles, and a dim crescent moon hung on the treetops, casting the mottled shadows of the leaves onto the second-floor bedroom of the Petit Trianon. That was the Queen's bedroom that year
She was only 10 years old. She curled up like a child in a white satin quilt embroidered with flowers and slept lightly, and her hand was holding another woman named Mary. That was her mother.
She stared at the girl under the light quietly. It had been a long, long time since she had such feelings as now...it didn't seem too sincere, and the relationship between them was just a matter of interest.
But so what?
It was a stormy night with thunder and lightning.
She hid in the basement and slept lightly, and the discomfort caused by her blood-sucking impulse made it difficult for her to control. She locked herself to the iron bars of the basement with silver handcuffs to prevent herself from running out and hurting others. She was as pure as a lily, but
The result of her innocence was that her hands began to ulcerate. The handcuffs fell off, and the vampire's powerful recovery power healed her rotten hands instantly. But she wrapped the handcuffs back with bandages.
Later, her entire arm was rotten.
Later, the ulcer spread from the arm to the chest.
She still didn't take off the handcuffs.
Until the girl personally destroyed the hole she had sealed with a boulder and put a handful of something she had never seen before on her head. When she panicked, he took her out of the basement and fed her something to drink.
The first blood since becoming a vampire.
From that moment on, she began to trust that girl unconditionally.
Mary smiled and jumped onto the slightly crowded bed between the two of them, burying her head on Bu Shuchang's chest... just like Mary did to her mother two hundred years ago.
Jess heard the noise upstairs and shrugged at Andrea, "It looks like the girls' night activities have begun."
"I feel the same way." Andrea understood this deeply. "There is a saying in Chinese called 'Three women, one play.' It's not just one play, it can rival the classical music performances and dramas at the Grand Theater." "So you have experienced a lot of similar things." Jess picked up the goblet. This was a wine that was just brewed last year. He planned to keep it for five years before opening it, but before that, he wanted to taste it first.
It will be easier to control in the future.
"Men are called brothers. Brothers are drunk at best and do some unreasonable things, such as running around naked." Andrea took out a cigar and said, "What about women? They are called 'best friends' or '2B' in Chinese."
SB, "Little Sweetie" and the like, in foreign countries, you can only call them by their first names. But is this serious? It's not serious at all. Two women can talk from the earth to Pluto, and three women can tear apart all the feather pillows in the house.
It has to be smashed, what about more than three? Two nights in a row, they danced all night. If I were here, they would drag me to watch horror movies all night, and then each of them would slap me in the face... Yes
No fire?"
"No fire." Jess's face was so wrinkled that he could kill a fly, and he was sore from the wine in the glass.
"Really, your family is also in the tobacco business, why don't you even have a lighter at home?" Andrea stood up, turned around and walked to the stove.
"No matter how rich or powerful someone is, as soon as they come to my house, I'm sure they will lose several fire engines." Jess shook his head.
"It would be a waste if you didn't sell lighters." Andrea responded angrily.
Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the white snow was wrapped in it and hit the glass hard.
Looking at the bad weather outside, Jess asked: "How sure are you of this operation?"
"One to two percent." Andrea said habitually in Chinese.
"Speak English."
"I think you should really learn Chinese. After you learn it, you will find that the meaning that Chinese can express is definitely something that cannot be expressed in English." Andrea said slowly, "Ten percent.
Or about 20 percent."
"Such a low... no, such a low probability, aren't you going to die?" Jace asked.
"This is the probability after Marie Theresa comes. Before she came, it was probably even less than 5%." Andrea took a puff of her cigar.
"Then you are still going?" Jace's face turned pale.
"There is no way, just like the Chinese saying, 'There is no quiet time, but someone will carry the burden for you.' Some things must be shouldered by someone," Andrea said.
"I always feel like you guys will never come back." Jess sighed, "I'm still thinking about waiting for you to come back and open a bottle of oak barrel red wine to celebrate."
Andrea sat back in the chair and looked directly into Jace's eyes: "I'd like to lend you some good words."
"Actually, I have always had a question." Andrea said again.
"What?"
"Why do so many wonderful things happen around junior schoolmate Bu Shuchang?"
"What do you mean?"
"On her flight from the United States to the United Kingdom, an assassination occurred, although the school girl solved it easily." Andrea recalled carefully, "There was a vampire attack while heading to the Bois de Boulogne, and there was another person here.
Controlling armor attacks...I always feel like the school girl has something similar to a GPS on her body."
There was deathly silence in the living room, except for the sound of heavy breathing and heartbeat.
There was a tremor in Jace's voice: "Is it a coincidence? Could it be that he came to attack Mary? After all, the real danger is Mary, not Bu Shuchang."
"It's hard to say." Andrea lowered her voice, "She may have been exposed to something."
After a long silence, Jess asked the servant to bring a bottle of red wine. It was the real 1982 Lafite, which he bought for US$50,000 on the black market.
He filled Andrea's cup, not as if he was tasting it, but more as if he was filling it for the soldiers going to the battlefield.
"Please bring Mary back, I will hold the wedding of the century for her." Jess said unexpected lies.
Andrea looked at the playful guy in front of her in surprise, then smiled and clinked glasses with him: "I don't think Mary will like you."
"Maybe!" Jess raised his eyebrows, like a boy preparing to do something bad, "The worst case scenario is having children first and getting married later."
"She is the rose of your French Bourbon dynasty!"
"But roses are also competed by many people, aren't they?"
The two understood each other and couldn't help but laugh.
