The large candlelight lit by rosin illuminated the room brightly. Viscount Moreau sat behind the desk, holding a small seal in his hand, turning it constantly, his expression unchanged, thinking about the problems he had recently faced.
The room was very quiet, and the curtains were tightly drawn. This was his private space, and it was one of the few places where he could completely calm down.
Just like how his father taught him when he was a teenager a long time ago.
"You must think deeply about solutions to problems. You must learn to discover the essence of the world by yourself. Any information provided by others will lead you astray. This is a qualified man."
Three days have passed. Depending on the speed of the messenger, the other party should have received the message, but now there is no reply.
If they didn't do it, there's no need to be so silent, but if they did it, it would be very interesting to remain silent at this time.
They know that their behavior has been exposed, but they don't want to talk to themselves at the moment and continue to delay. There are only two possibilities.
One is that they are still looking for opportunities to gain access to their own secrets so that they can be more confident in negotiations.
Second, the man in prison is already an abandoned son. He has already obtained what he wants to know and want, so he doesn't care.
No matter what the possibility is, it means that the other party still has manpower in the forest and the city under the mountain, allowing them to have enough time to behave like this.
It’s really a joke, myself.
Although he is just a low-ranking viscount, as the Moruo family has been passed down for more than 20 generations, do they really have so little face?
Compared with the other party's malice, this kind of neglect and indifference made Viscount Moreau even more angry.
Humph, if you are like this, then I will have no choice but to break the net. Without that key item, it is basically impossible for him to open the restrictions in the ruins, which almost forces him to a desperate situation.
Viscount Moreau stayed in the study for a while before walking out of the room.
"Sir, do you have any instructions?" Walking out of the room, the loyal butler had been waiting for a long time.
"Tomorrow, the person who was caught will be dragged to the city, his crime will be announced in public, and then he will be hanged."
"Oh, by the way, hang two signs on him before he dies, 'Fire-Eyed Warbler' and 'Blindfolded Man'. I'll see if they will react to these."
"Yes, I understand." The butler bowed deeply and silently followed the short man.
"The high-ranking investigator from Titania is still there. Let him come to see me and say that I invite him to have dinner with me."
"Yes." The butler responded again.
"If you don't let me get it, then I will make you lose everything." In the gray stone corridor, Viscount Moreau showed a cruel smile on his lips.
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At the headquarters of the Röntgen Chamber of Commerce, Lorraine Hill was sitting with a group of people in a small warm room. They were sitting in a group, with a burning wood pile in the center, with dead branches and charcoal fire burning in it, emitting intense heat.
The residents in the southern part of the empire are different from those in the north. They joined the Green Empire relatively late and still retain many of their past habits. Instead of using beautiful but inconvenient fireplaces, they prefer stoves where they can sit together.
There may be some smoke and ashes, making the room not so tidy. But it is easy to build, and more people can sit by the fire, cook something, and smoke the sausages hanging on the roof.
Because winter is coming, the local residents began to prepare things for the winter, and Lorraine Hill also sat by the fire, learning to knit a sweater from the aunt beside him.
"Miss Mecia learns very quickly." A fat aunt sat by the stove, watching the knitting thread in the girl's hands gradually become smooth, and praised her slightly.
"Actually, I have come across similar things before."
The girl recalled the process of how Bai Zao taught her how to knit in the remote mountain village in the East. Although it was not knitting sweaters, there were many similarities between the two, so it was relatively easy to learn.
"That's really good. Generally, there are relatively few young girls doing this. It's all the older people like us who do it."
Several aunts smiled. Most of them were local residents, servants in the residence, kitchen helpers, etc. Apart from them, there were only four younger ones, including Lorraine Hill and Lottie.
Then there are two local girls.
At this moment, they are also learning to knit sweaters, but the stitching is not as neat as Lorraine Hill. Of course, if you want to say the worst, it is not these two, but Lottie who is thinking hard on the other side.
Although the eldest daughter of the Duke's family is relatively good at wielding swords, she is somewhat unsatisfactory at fine craftsmanship.
How did this stitch go in and hook it together? She looked at the tangled yarn in her hands and found it very difficult, but everyone was doing it, and Lottie didn't want to give up just yet. She didn't want Sister Mecia to think that she was a fan.
A girl who runs away without will.
When that look came over her from time to time, Lottie was warm and nervous. She wanted this gentle girl like a sister to look at her, but she didn't want to expose her weak side.
"If you don't have a clue, just put it down first. Why don't you sit next to me first and watch it for a while? Then maybe you will gradually understand." The girl looked at the distressed Lottie and waved to her, asking her to sit over.
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"Um."
In the envious eyes of the other two girls, Lottie changed positions and sat next to the girl with blond hair and white dress. She watched her hands gently and skillfully thread the thread, her light blue eyes were quiet and serious, a kind of
A touch of peace emerged from this.
It would be great if this was really my sister.
Lottie thought for a moment, then shook her head slightly, looking intently at Lorraine Hill's slender and white fingers, weaving unpretentious wool into neat and beautiful clothes in their butterfly-like tracks.
The appearance of the sweater looks very layered. The bottom layer is dense and smooth. There are raised stripes on it, which reveal the lines of the sweater. Then, there are small embellishments scattered between the stripes and the bottom layer. These embellishments are like leaves.
and small berries make this dress look beautiful but not monotonous.
As the weaving time gradually lengthened, part of it was placed on the white skirt on the knees and was baked by the fire, reflecting a little luster of the silk thread. If you touch it with your hands, you can feel the softness and warmth of the wool thread.
Watching the sweater slowly taking shape, Lottie felt a touch of satisfaction and happiness even though she had not knitted it herself.
"Is this dress knitted according to my figure?" She looked curiously at the girl in the white dress by the fire.
"No." The girl's quiet voice came from the fireside.