She Is Not a Witch Chapter 105: The girl by the fire
In the castle of Viscount Moruo.
The large candle light lit by pine resin illuminates the room brightly. Viscount Mo Ruo sat behind the desk with a small seal in his hand. He kept turning, his expression unchanged, thinking about the problems he faced recently.
The room is very quiet, and the curtains are tightly drawn. This is his private space, and it is also rare place where he can completely calm down.
Like him a long time ago when his father taught him to be a teenager.
"You must use your heart to think about solutions to problems. You must learn to discover the essence of the world by yourself. Any information provided by others will lead you to a bias. This is a qualified man."
Three days have passed, relying on the speed of the letter bird, the other party should have received the message, but now he has not responded.
If it wasn't for them, then there is no need to be so silent, and if they did it, it would be interesting to remain silent at this time.
They know that their behavior is exposed, but they don't want to talk to themselves at this moment, and they continue to delay time. Maybe there are only two possibilities.
First, they are still looking for opportunities, looking for opportunities to obtain their own secrets, so that they can be more confident in negotiations.
The second is that the man in prison is already an abandoned son, and the other party has already obtained what he wants to know and wants, so he doesn't care.
Either way it is possible, it means that in the forest and the city under the mountain, the other party still has manpower, so that they can have the leeway to do this.
What a joke, myself.
Although it's just a low-profile viscount, but as the Moruo family that has passed on for more than 20 generations, does it really have no such face?
Compared with the other party's malice, this neglect and carelessness made Viscount Mo Ruo even more angry.
Hmph, if you are like this, then I have to die. Having lost that key item, it is basically impossible for him to open the prohibition in the ruins, which almost pushed him to a desperate situation.
Viscount Mo Ruo stayed in the study for a while before leaving the room.
"My lord, do you have any instructions?" When he walked out of the room, the faithful butler had been waiting for a long time.
"Tomorrow, someone will be dragged to the city by someone who was caught, and he will be announced in public and then hanged."
"Oh, yes, put two signs on him before he died, "Fire-Eyed Warbler" and "Blindfolded Man". I see if they will react to these."
"Yes, I understand." The butler bowed deeply, and then silently followed the little man.
"The high-ranking investigator from Titanya is still there. Let him come to see me and say I invite him to dinner."
"Yes." The butler responded again.
"If you don't let me get it, then I will also let you lose everything." On the gray stone brick corridor, Viscount Moruo gave a cruel smile on his mouth.
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At the residence of the Roentgen Chamber of Commerce, Lorrain Hill was sitting with a group of people in a small warm room. They were sitting in a group. In the center was a pile of burning wood, which burned with dead branches and charcoal fire, exuding the heat of attack.
The residents of the southern border of the empire are not the same as those in the north. They belonged to the green empire relatively late and still retain many of the habits of the past. Rather than using a nice but inconvenient fireplace, they prefer this kind of stove that can sit in a crowd.
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 by the way, and smoke the sausage hanging on the roof.
Because winter is coming, the local residents began to prepare things for the winter, and Lorrain Hill also sat by the fire, learning to knit sweaters from the aunt on the side.
"Miss Messia learns very quickly." A fat aunt sat by the fire, watching the woven thread in the girl's hand gradually level, and she praised it slightly.
"Actually, I have been exposed to similar things before.".
The girl remembered the process in which Baizao taught herself how to weave in that remote mountain village in the east. Although it's not knitting, there are many similarities between the two, so it's easier to learn.
"That's really good, generally little girls do this relatively rarely. It's all of us who are older do it."
Several aunts smiled, most of them are local residents, servants in the resident, kitchen hands and so on. Apart from them, there are only four younger ones, including Lorrain Hill and Lottie, and the other two local girls.
At the moment they are also learning to knit sweaters, but the stitches are not as neat as Lorrain Hill. Of course, if you want to talk about the worst, it is not these two, but Lottie who is thinking about it on the other side.
The eldest lady of the duke’s family, although she is quite good at dancing swords and swords, she is a bit unsatisfactory in her fine craftsmanship.
How did this stitch go in and hook together? She looked at the tangled woolen yarn in her hand, and it felt so difficult, but everyone was doing it, and Lottie didn’t want to give up.
She doesn't want Sister Messia to think that she is a girl who likes to escape but has no will.
When that gaze comes over from time to time, Lottie is warm and nervous, hoping that this sister-like gentle girl can look at herself~IndoMTL.com~ but she doesn't want to expose her weak side.
"If you don’t have a clue, just let it go. Or sit by my side and watch for a while, so maybe you will understand." The girl looked at the troubled Lottie and waved to her. She sat down.
"Hmm."
In the envious eyes of the other two girls, Lottie changed positions and sat next to the girl in the blonde and white dress, watching the gentle and skilful hands continue to intersect the thread, the pale blue eyes were quiet and serious , A kind of tranquility emerged from this.
It would be great if this is really my sister.
Lorty thought slightly in her heart, and then shook her head lightly, looking at Lorrainhill’s long and white fingers intently, woven the unpretentious woolen yarn into a neat and beautiful trajectory in that butterfly-like trajectory Clothing.
The appearance of the sweater looks very layered, the bottom layer is meticulous and smooth, with raised stripes on the top, revealing the lines of the sweater, and then there are small embellishments scattered between the stripes and the bottom layer. These Embellishments like leaves and small berries make this dress look beautiful and not monotonous.
As the knitting time gradually elongates, part of it is placed on the white skirt on the knees, and it is baked by the fire, reflecting a little silky luster. If you touch it with your hand, you can feel the softness and softness of the wool warmth.
Looking at the sweater slowly taking shape, although she didn't knit it by herself, Lottie also felt a touch of satisfaction and happiness.
"Is this dress woven according to her figure?" She looked at the girl in white skirt by the fireside curiously.
"No." The girl's quiet voice came from the fire.
"It's for you, Lottie."