The soft light caressed the calm Stolen, and many people were still in their sleep unwilling to say goodbye to Duke Zhou.
But Mir suddenly jumped up at this moment. The movement startled Emilia, who was still running a pastry shop in her sleep, and woke up: "Did the boiler explode?"
"What kind of boiler?" Mir was stunned for a moment, and then apologized for disturbing her sleep: "Sorry, I had a pretty scary dream."
"That's it. Then why don't you come and sleep on the bed? I just had a sweet dream, and I might be able to give it to you again," Emilia said blankly, her head obviously still a little confused.
When Mir heard her confused words, he couldn't help but raise a gentle curve at the corner of his mouth: "Your sweet dream can't be passed on to others, so go to sleep now and don't let the sweet dream escape."
Emilia shook her confused head: "I won't sleep anymore, I won't sleep anymore, reality is more beautiful than dreams."
After saying this, she was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red, and her sleepiness flew away at this moment.
“Listen,” there was a creak at the door, and Mir opened the door of the cubicle with a smile: “Aunt Zoe is here, it’s probably morning now.”
"Good morning, Mir," Zoe opened the store door with a smile and saw Mir who was in a good mood.
"Good morning, Aunt Zoe, I'm going to trouble you today too," Mir stretched out, and Emilia also had an idea at this time: "Good morning, Aunt Zoe."
Looking at the two people walking out of the cubicle one after another, Zoe showed a hint of an aunty smile on her face.
In the restaurant at the corner of Haowu Street, Mir and Emilia were sitting opposite each other. There were various snacks and fruits on the table.
Zoe had had breakfast before coming to the store, so she did not come with the two of them.
During the meal, Mir asked curiously: "Amelia, do you know Lawrence?"
Emilia, who was biting a small cake in her mouth, was stunned for a moment: "Is it the earl? There is only one Lawrence among the nobles, is it him?"
"Yes, yes," Mir nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said without blushing or heartbeat: "I found a diary from the past, which said that he would hold a wedding yesterday, and also stated that he would invite me. As a result, I didn’t receive the invitation letter. After all, it was a way to retrieve my past memories, so I wanted to ask him.”
"I know why he didn't invite you!" Emilia looked proud of having figured it out, her little nose almost turned to the sky: "He held the wedding in the palace. The palace is the common private property of the nobles. If nobles want to hold a party or wedding there, they cannot invite commoners.”
After saying this, Emilia suddenly looked angry: "Those nobles have never considered civilian friends at all. They don't know that a casual invitation will be recorded in the diary. Even if they lose their memory, they can find it." Remember the roots."
Hearing this, Mir was stunned for a moment: "Maybe he has other considerations..."
"Humph, he's not worthy of being your friend," Emilia said angrily: "Mir, you can't suffer this injustice. Although the wedding is over, I know where his manor is. Let's point it at his nose. scold!"
"ah?"
. . . . . . .
Looking at the huge manor in front of him, Mir subconsciously tightened his collar. Emilia pouted, with an angry look on her face, and took Mir's hand towards the gate of the manor. She looked like a child who had been wronged and took him away. Theoretical mother.
"Your...Mir, Madam," the housekeeper in front of the door looked at Mrs. Mill with a puzzled expression, who had only appeared in the newspaper two days ago.
Of course he knew this lady. Although Stolon was a large city-state with a hundred thousand people, there were not many nobles. His job required him to remember every noble so as not to offend someone without knowing it. them.
And the noble lady in front of her, although she is also a noble, has become a mediator between the nobles and the common people. In other words, she has become a commoner with the skin of a noble.
"Are you here for the wedding?" The butler bowed slightly. He could indeed offend an empty-headed nobleman, but that didn't mean he would offend him. Lawrence didn't like fools: "I'm sorry, the wedding ended yesterday. ”
"Call Lawrence out!" After Amelia finished speaking, she put her hands on her hips and looked in the direction of the manor.
"Um..." The butler's head was going through a brainstorm, and he was thinking about whether to call or not. Judging from the tone and face of this noble lady, he probably didn't come to congratulate her.
If you don't call, you will definitely offend this short-term noble. If you call, you will most likely offend Lawrence.
This didn’t take long to think about. The butler got the answer almost instantly. Between offending the short-selling nobles and possibly offending Lawrence, he chose a compromise:
"I will explain your arrival to the count, but today the count is spending his life with his wife. This is the most important day in the count's life. He does not want to be disturbed. I hope you can understand that today is really important to the count. He Love you madam."
Emilia was stupefied by these words. On the first day after her wedding, she was happily spending time with her wife, but suddenly she was scolded in the face. This...
Thinking of this, he turned around and glanced at Mil, who looked innocent.
The confusion in his eyes immediately dissipated.
He deserves this.
"Lawrence! You son of a bitch!"
A clear and angry curse spread throughout the manor, and the butler's face immediately turned dark, and his eyes were as wide as bells.
"You! You!" He hesitated for a long time and was speechless.
Before the housekeeper could chase them away, a calm tone came from inside the manor: "What's wrong? Who is scolding me?"
Hearing these words, the butler's face turned pale and he quickly strode to the manor: "Sorry, sir, I didn't have time to expel them."
After a while, Mir saw a strong body with a tough face, which was in sharp contrast to the poor boy huddled in the corner on the gray ground.
"You clearly agreed to Mir and invited him when you got married. Why did you end up holding the wedding in the palace?" Before anyone came, Emilia spoke first: "Do you know that your casual words? He even wrote it in his diary!”
The butler looked stunned, who to invite? Mir? This civilian? Who invites, Earl Lawrence? A count invites commoners to his wedding?
He had worked in this manor for ten years and had never heard of the count having a civilian friend, let alone inviting him to the wedding.
But just when he was about to curse, Lawrence on the side spoke first: "Huh? Oh, yes, my old friend, I'm sorry, this is my fault, how could I forget you."
Mir on the side twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a strange expression: "Lawrence, you are really my 'good friend'."
"I'm sorry that my negligence has caused you to suffer the discomfort. Come in first, my old friend, the housekeeper, and entertain my friends. I'll go and tell Angelka."
After Lawrence said these words, he ran back quickly, leaving the butler alone in the cold wind. He called the earl by his name without being punished or even cursed. After all, this world is crazy. Yeah, I'm still crazy.
'Lawrence' walked quickly to the manor, to the second floor of the villa, pushed open the room, and said urgently to the beautiful lady who was crying in tears on the bed: "Look out the window and tell me, they are all who is it!"
Anjieka wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked without answering, "So, you lied to me, right? We have known each other for ten years, and you have been pretending for ten years?"
"Yes, yes, I lied to you. This is just the kind of person I am. Don't worry about this for now. Tell me quickly who those two people are!"
Anjieka turned her head with a look of despair, looked out the window, and fell limply on the bed: "That's Mir and his wife Emilia."
After hearing the answer, 'Lawrence' walked out of the room without looking back, leaving Angelka alone, slumped on the bed as if dead.
But after a while, Anjieka sat up with a trace of doubt in her eyes. Mir and Emilia had only appeared in the newspaper once two days ago. At that time, Lawrence handed the newspaper to her with an approving look. How could he forget? ?
Emilia looked confused and was led by the confused butler, and Mir, who looked strange, sat in the green hall of the manor.
There is a long table in the living room, which is filled with delicious fruits and vegetables.
Even if no one is visiting, the fruits and vegetables here will be changed daily.
The surroundings were silent, just like everyone in silence, strange and tacit understanding.
"Oh~ My old friend Mir, it's been a long time no see," until an extremely exaggerated shout in the distance broke the silence, and many birds were frightened and flew away in all directions.
"Oh, my old friend Lawrence, it's been a long time since we last met," Mir responded with the same exaggeration: "Listen, my old friend, you didn't invite me to your wedding. I understand. After all, you want to give me Madam, the most perfect wedding, you have been in love for ten years, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's it. My old friend, I'm sorry for not informing you at the first time." 'Lawrence' covered his chest affectionately, as if he had experienced incomparable grief: "My best old friend Mir, In the best wedding with my wife, I chose the latter. When I made this choice, I felt extremely sad in my heart, but please understand me, old friend Mil, I love Anjika so much."
"Oh~ My old friend Lawrence, where is that beautiful pocket watch on your chest? That is your most cherished treasure," Mir asked with a smirk on his face.
After Mir finished speaking, the butler also cast a slightly puzzled look at Lawrence. Mir was indeed right. It was indeed the Earl's most cherished pocket watch and he had never taken it off.
"This...I..." There was a thin layer of sweat on 'Lawrence''s forehead.
The sharp-eyed butler saw Lawrence's embarrassment at a glance. He was going through brainstorming in his mind. Could it be that Mr. Mill was not actually an 'old friend' but...
And that pocket watch is actually...
Thinking of this, the butler took a deep look at Earl and Mir. His heart was filled with confusion but his expression remained unchanged. They met, they all met. No wonder, he didn't know anything about their acquaintance, and the important wedding, I didn't invite such an important friend. I met them all.
"Ahem~" The housekeeper first glanced at Amelia with pity, then coughed again, attracting everyone's attention: "That pocket watch is very important to the master (everything in the past was not false), But the master has something he cherishes more, and that is his wife Angelka. The thing he cherishes the most is given to the person he cherishes the most (give it up, hide it, and everyone is safe.)"
'Lawrence' looked at the butler who was over fifty years old with a face of surprise. He breathed a sigh of relief and gave the butler a big thumbs up in his heart: "Yes, that's it. You really understand me so well. No one can compare with me." You are better suited to be a housekeeper.”
"Thank you, sir. Your approval is my greatest honor." The butler bowed to Lawrence with a solemn expression, but his heart felt like he was going through the river and the sea. He was stable and his bonus was stable.
"Tsk..." Mir glanced at the butler with a displeased look on his face, wondering if this butler was a heretic.
Seeing Mir's displeased expression, the housekeeper felt even more pleased. Everything was correct. It seemed that everything was as he thought: "Mr. Mir, you can take time to visit me today. I am very happy." I'm happy, but today is the first day of marriage between the master and his wife after all. Now, the master is neglecting Anjieka too much (quickly, get out of here.)"
'Lawrence' looked at the housekeeper with a grateful face, look, look, what does life mean?
Mir looked at the housekeeper speechlessly. It was still the same problem. This housekeeper was probably not a heretic.
"Lawrence!" Mir stood up with a serious face. Everyone's eyes were looking at him at this moment: "Do you remember when we first met? Do you still remember what we discussed together? You Remember what made us friends?”
"This...this..." Lawrence's face was sweating, and he was asked three questions in a row, and he didn't understand.
But at this time, the butler was brainstorming with a serious face. The first meeting would not be a serious place, and the content of the discussion could not be made public. What made them become 'friends' must not be revealed. of.
"Mr. Mill, the only thing in my heart right now is Angelka (it's over). They are very happy together, just like you and Emilia. Happiness always makes people forget many things (the ending of persistence is only brokenness), What’s more, it’s always hard for people to remember things about friends (just friends at the moment).”
"You bastard!" Mir couldn't help but swore. He stood up and wanted to grab the butler's collar. Lawrence quickly stood in front of the butler. He didn't want his precious mouth to be hurt: "Calm down. Old friend."
Looking at the two people in front of him, Mir took a deep breath and tried to calm down his mood.
"Old friend, I have neglected Anjieka for too long. I have to go back to accompany her." 'Lawrence' issued an eviction order: "Butler, send my friend off. I'm sorry, Mil. I will definitely come to visit you next time. .”
"Please, sir, madam." The butler bowed his waist very politely and extended his right hand to guide, as if everything that just happened was an illusion, and he was even happy in his heart, the bonus was doubled, it was guaranteed!
"Lawrence!" Mill's loud voice came again, causing everyone to turn their attention to him again.
The housekeeper saw a hint of impatience on the count's face, thinking that it was time to be a villain, and wanted to start crushing people.
But before he could speak, Mir spoke again: "I have lost my memory, Lawrence, I have lost my memory, do you understand what I mean?"
Amnesia? What does this have to do with the earl? Do you want to extort money? Just when the housekeeper was about to scold him, Lawrence looked serious and looked at Mil with slightly narrowed eyes: "Have you lost your memory?"
Then he looked at Emilia next to him and asked, "He lost his memory? When?"
"Just a few days ago," Emilia said without thinking too much, "the doctor said that the explosion might have affected the brain."
As soon as Emilia finished saying this, Lawrence raised his eyebrows and looked at Mir. The two looked at each other and smiled, as if everything was in silence.
