She Is Not a Witch Chapter 105: The girl by the fire
In the castle of Viscount Morrow.
The room was brightly illuminated by a large candle lamp lit by turpentine. Viscount Morrow sat behind the desk, holding a small seal in his hand, turning it constantly, with an unchanged expression, thinking about the problems he faced recently.
The room is very quiet, and the curtains are drawn tightly. This is his private space, and it is one of the few places where he can completely calm down.
Just like how his father taught him when he was a teenager a long time ago.
"Think about the solution to the problem with a deep heart. You have to 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, relying on the speed of Xinniao, the other party should have received the message, but there is no reply yet.
If they didn't do it, then there's 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 has been exposed, but they don't want to talk to themselves at the moment, and continue to delay the time. There may be only two possibilities.
One is that they are still looking for opportunities, looking for opportunities to obtain their own secrets, so that they can be more confident in negotiations.
Second, the man in the prison is already an abandoned son, and the other party has already obtained what he wants to know and what he wants, so he doesn't care.
No matter what kind of possibility it is, it means that in the forest and the city below the mountain, the other party still has manpower, so that they can have leeway to do so.
It's really a joke, myself.
Although he is just a low-level Viscount, as the Moruo family that has been passed down for more than 20 generations, is it really so shameless?
Compared to the other party's malice, this kind of neglect and indifference made Viscount Moruo even more angry.
Hmph, if you guys are like this, then I have no choice but to die. After losing that key item, it is basically impossible for him to open the restriction in the ruins, which almost drove him to a desperate situation.
Viscount Moruo stayed in the study for a while before walking out of the room.
"My lord, do you have any orders?" Walking out of the room, the loyal butler has been waiting for a long time.
"Tomorrow someone will drag the captured man to the city, announce his crimes in public, and then hang him."
"Oh, yes, before he died, hang two signs on his body, 'Fire-Eyed Oriole' and 'Blindfolded Man'. I'll see if they will react to these."
"Yes, I understand." The butler bowed deeply, and silently followed behind the short man.
"The high-level investigator from Titania is still there, let him come to see me and say that I invited him to dinner."
"Yes." The butler responded again.
"If you don't let me have it, then I will let you lose everything." In the corridor of gray stone bricks, Viscount Moruo showed a cruel smile on his mouth.
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The residence of the Roentgen Chamber of Commerce, Lorraine Hill was sitting with a group of people in a small warm room. They sat in a circle, with a pile of burning firewood in the center, in which dead branches and charcoal were burning, exuding heat.
The residents in the south of the empire are different from those in the north. They belonged to the Green Empire relatively late and still retain many of their past habits. Rather than using a beautiful but inconvenient fireplace, they prefer this kind of stove that can sit around.
There may be some smoke and ash, making the room less tidy. But it is convenient to build, and more people can sit by the fire, cook something by the way, and smoke the sausages hanging from the roof.
Because winter is coming, the local residents began to prepare things for the winter, and Lorraine Hill was also sitting by the fire, learning to knit a sweater from the aunt beside him.
"Miss Mesia is a fast learner." A well-fed aunt sat by the stove, watched the weaving thread in the girl's hands gradually become smoother, and gave a small compliment.
"Actually, I have been exposed to similar things before.".
The girl remembered the process of Bai Zao teaching herself how to weave in that remote mountain village in the east. Although it is not knitting, there are many similarities between the two, so it is easier to learn.
"That's really good. Generally, there are fewer girls doing this. It's us old people who are doing it."
The aunts smiled. Most of them are local residents, servants in the resident, kitchen helpers and so on. Besides them, there are only four younger ones, including Lorraine Hill and Lottie, and two local girls.
At the moment they are also learning to knit sweaters, but the stitches are not as neat as Lorraine Hill. Of course, if we want to talk about the worst, it is not these two, but Lottie who is thinking **** the other side.
Although the eldest lady of the duke's family is relatively good at wielding swords, she is somewhat unsatisfactory in fine craftsmanship.
How did the stitches go in and hook together? She looked at the tangled yarn in her hands and found it difficult, but everyone was doing it, and Lottie didn't want to give up. She didn't want sister Messiah to think that I am a girl who likes to escape without will.
When that gaze looked over from time to time, Lottie was warm and nervous, hoping that this gentle girl like a sister could look at her, but she didn't want to expose her weak side.
"If you don't have a clue, just let it go, why don't you sit by my side first and watch it for a while, then maybe you will gradually understand." The girl looked at the distressed Lottie, waved to her, let She sits down.
"Yeah."
Under the envious eyes of the other two girls, Lottie switched places and sat next to the blond girl in a white dress, watching her hands gently and skillfully insert the thread continuously, her light blue eyes were quiet and serious , A faint tranquility emerges from this.
If only this were really my sister.
Lottie thought about ~IndoMTL.com~, then shook her head gently, looking intently at Lorraine Hill's slender and white fingers, in the butterfly-like trajectory, weaving the plain wool Create neat and beautiful clothes.
The appearance of the sweater looks very layered, the bottom layer is meticulous and smooth, and there are raised stripes on it, revealing the lines of the sweater, and then there are small embellishments scattered between the stripes and the bottom layer. Embellishments such as leaves and small berries make the dress look beautiful without being monotonous.
As the weaving time gradually elongated, part of it was placed on the knee white skirt, which was baked by the fire, reflecting a little silk luster. If you touch it with your hands, you can feel the softness and warmth of the wool. warmth.
Looking at the sweater slowly taking shape, although she didn't knit it herself, Lottie also felt a sense of satisfaction and happiness.
"Is this dress woven according to your figure?" She looked curiously at the girl in the white skirt by the fire.
"No." The girl's quiet voice came from the fireside.
"It's for you, Lottie."