Children are like this, let alone expect any good treatment from girls. The church had no extra money to spend on the girls, or the dean would not have asked every family that took away an unwed mother to pay for the care of their premises. However, many people would rather refuse the care of the nuns, with the exception of Drea. The girls were not paid for the hard work they did every day, and Manai knew where the money went.
Sometimes she thought that Mayor Morton was inspired by the monastery to tax every weather change in Bonfire Town.
——Bonfire Town. She was suddenly reminded of the gray skies of Winnie Watts.
At this moment, the southern part of the Eastman Kingdom must be shrouded in the golden harvest moon and the cold frost moon. The fields are golden and the forests are fiery red, but only the veins of evergreen appear pale and pale. It usually snows before the full moon night in Whinniawaz. Bonfire Town is even earlier. Under the dark brick walls, many more business travelers than usual would pass by, like a long and beautiful river pouring into the bay. The guard put on thick gloves. People began to prepare for the extremely dark night, furs were dried, meat was either salted or dried, firewood was piled in dry corners, and livestock wandered under the eaves. The most precious ones are various spices and wheat. Merchants will raise the prices to horrifying levels, while aquatic products are almost extinct.
"Yes." She forcibly cut off her thoughts and let the ice and snow leave her mind. "They can speak some simple vocabulary, but not long sentences, and they don't understand most grammar."
"We have our own language, but my mother said that the first thing I learned was the lingua franca," the little lion cooed. "She was shocked."
The language of lions. Maybe they were very difficult to say, Manet thought.
"I said 'mother'." Roma pinched her throat very high. "This is the universal language. Then I said 'hungry', which is a roar and the language of the grassland. These are what my mother told me." Suddenly Aiken caught a strand of her blond hair, and she giggled, scratching the baby's palm with the end of her hair. There was a pure and straightforward desire in her voice that made Manet tremble all over.
She looked down at her son, who was focused on playing, and imagined what it would be like when he called for his mother. But she soon realized that in two years he would call another woman mother, and he would also have the opportunity to call him "father." She found that she didn't like this tingling feeling in her heart, as if a part of her life had been taken away abruptly, and the hole left was filled with cold wind and snow day and night. Even the blossoming northern scenery could not warm her soul.
"Don't deceive yourself, Dorothy. You must love Aiken, but you don't realize it. There is no mother in the world who doesn't love her child. He is connected by blood and soul with you. His life is given by you, and he Your destiny starts with you.”
"I don't deserve to love him." Manai's tone was like reciting a scripture. "I am a sinner. I brought it upon myself."
Roma clenched her fists. "This isn't right. There must be something wrong-"
"You say Gaia is wrong? He is the kindest and most beautiful god among the gods. He takes in sinners who have been abandoned by society and gives us a place to live. I should thank Him. "I should atone for my sins.
"But a kind God will not separate a mother from her child alive!" Roma's voice suddenly rose.
"Please be quiet, Miss Roma..." She had a premonition that fury was rising in the girl.
"Your god is lying! You are all lying! Why can't you admit that you love him? Why don't you dare to hug him? There are always people in this world who impose their wishes on children, thinking they will understand. When Aiken grows up When he is older, if he asks, 'Who was the person who took care of me when I was born? I miss her so much' - do you still think he will have a better life? Will you be ashamed that you gave birth to a child? "The little lion stared at her, "Helen told me that witches advocate that 'people must rely on their own will to change their destiny.' Why don't you even have the courage to change the future, Dorothy!"
"You do not understand--"
"So what if I don't understand! I don't care about that much!" The little lion head started to mess around, "I want you and Aiken to be together, and I want to bite out the throat of that hateful old woman! I will kill that damned woman Burn the cemetery clean! That’s what I’m going to do, I can do whatever I want. After I turn those transfer documents into ashes, let’s see which idiot dares to sell Aiken to someone else!”
…
"You've asked enough." Andrew said dissatisfied.
"Compared to the puzzle, this is not enough."
"What's wrong with this girl?"
"She was the third deceased. She was found not long ago in the house of Gardner Reynolds. Oh, Gardner was Hobson's tobacco supplier. . . . Am I flattering the gambler by saying that?"
"That's what it sounds like," Wittek responded.
"But in fact, the amount of tobacco he consumes in a day accounts for about one-fifth of the entire blind alley. If this guy's origins hadn't been clear, I would have suspected that he was some mysterious creature that feeds on dried plant leaves. The reason It was obvious - he was selling the tobacco with Gardner."
"How do you know how much tobacco he has?" Andrew couldn't help but say.
"The way these profiteers store contraband is indeed ingenious, but it cannot escape the eyes of Agatha Poirot." The detective wanted to tell them her discovery in a humble tone, but now she was a little carried away. "Do you mind if we go upstairs and have a look, Mr. Verner?"
"This is not the first time you have gone up there," the maintenance man said coldly. He stood up while grinding his teeth.
The first room upstairs was Bertha Verner's bedroom. The doors and windows were closed, but when they opened the door, they still felt a rush of coolness. The temperature here seemed to be even lower than downstairs, and it was noon when the temperature was rising. The two patrol officers shivered.
"Is your deceased wife's soul still here?" Witek looked suspiciously, "I heard that she was a devout believer in Gaia, and she should go to the goddess' heaven now."
Andrew gave him a hard look. "Don't talk nonsense."
"We searched this place," Picol reminded her.
"you?"
"I searched the bedroom with Biller, but we only found garbage and tools for beating people." Picol had the support of his superiors and did not give the tower's maintenance master any face. "There is a bottle of spoiled healing potion in it, which Ms. Bertha should have brought back from the medical department."
"Yes, but the tobacco leaves have nothing to do with the healing potion. She just wants to treat her own wounds." However, there will always be new wounds, so it is better to bring out a bottle of poison to relieve herself once and for all... Agatha didn't know Bertha What was she thinking at the time, but she must have been desperate.
"You've searched this place all over," Verner said. "There's no amazing amount of tobacco."
"Sovero may not be tobacco." The detective lady walked forward and opened the blood-stained dressing cabinet. There are bottles of different styles neatly arranged inside, and the brands are all very cheap. "At first it appeared in liquid form, and later it was made into powder and crystallized. Now it is mixed into tobacco as an ingredient, and the appearance after extraction is probably changed again." So it makes sense that the patrol officers can't tell the difference. . "Perhaps the storage conditions have also changed...but it still retains one of the most obvious characteristics." She opened the bottle cap with force.
...Like popping a balloon, the torrent of magic burst out from the small bottle, washing away everyone's fire.
Agatha smiled and buckled the gag, and the room was silent. Andrew's expression was as hard as a tree trunk. Picol's mouth opened wide, while Wittek, the bald man, backed away with a look of fear on his face. The detective took a panoramic view of their performance, and then spread his arms, meaning - isn't this what he found?
…
Herod's horses can be heard neighing in the streets, but it is unclear whether these flying creatures are horses. Maybe the Ministry of Education would suggest adding new elective subjects to the curriculum, Agatha thought, since they don't have to take exams anyway.
The carriage spun in mid-air and landed unsteadily on the ground. The driver coughed and collected the fare, then climbed down from the carriage to pick up his hat that had been blown away by the wind. The sun was scorching badly at the moment, and without a hat he would probably lose a layer of skin on his face. A knowledgeable veteran would not make such a mistake.
"I don't understand what you are doing at all, Mademoiselle Poirot. Isn't Andrew Hobson's accomplice? Why should you let him go?"
When he got off the carriage, Wittek almost felt dizzy. He stumbled on the stone steps, making a sound like a barrel hitting the stone slabs.
After Agatha found Sovero's hiding place more than ten minutes ago, Andrew Verner's attitude changed dramatically. He neither became angry nor denied it. The maintenance engineer stood there calmly, just one step away from the door, but had no intention of escaping or silencing him. "You found a treasure in my wife's cabinet." He explained calmly.
"After the last search, we knocked down all the bottles." Picol found another suspicion. "Now they're standing up on their own."
"So these cannot be Lady Bertha's things. She had already passed away to heaven at that time." Wittek stared at Andrew closely, his eyes dark. "Stop making excuses, Mr. Andrew. Your trick has been exposed. We'd better not waste any more time."
"These are not mine," the maintenance man continued to emphasize, as if he thought the sheriffs were idiots. "They are the things Hobson left in the house. I just hid them to avoid your unfounded suspicions."
"Perhaps the truth potion can prove your innocence. But do you believe this?"
"..."
While he was still silent, Agatha shook the cosmetic bottles one by one. The movements made one suspect that she was trying to see if there would be foam inside. "These things are not very pure," she commented. "It is said that the color of the real magic potion Sovero is 'as bright as molten gold', but there is a bit of light green in it. It seems that you will have a hard time."
These words made the maintenance man furious instantly.
"What do you know, woman!?" he growled, gripping the doorframe tightly, the wood groaning in his hands. "Have you seen that idiot Gunther? He is still daydreaming, right? This guy is full of lies and is the same as Hobson! I tell you, that woman is weak and incompetent. She will not dare to betray her until she dies. I!"
