Time flies by silently, and the crimson color outside the window sinks to the west, until a faint golden light shines in the east, and the horizon is tinged with dreamlike colors.
At this time, there was movement in the next room, and soon, brisk footsteps could be heard in the corridor.
"Irene is awake?"
Weinerson was slightly startled. In the memory of the original owner, Irene would wake up on time at six o'clock in the morning every day. If she encountered something that needed to be done, she might wake up earlier.
Of course, this does not mean that Erin likes to get up early, but that it is caused by the influence of the biological clock left in her early days.
This starts with enlightenment education. She is different from Wienerson. Education was not completed in the free schools established by the Kingdom of Ghent. It was the result of the "Free Education Act". When she was studying, the Kingdom was still No similar bill has been enacted.
Her enlightenment education, like most women's, was completed every weekend in a junior high school affiliated to her church based on her own beliefs. No matter what kind of church she was, classes started very early.
In recent years, due to the promulgation of the Free Education Act, many free public schools have been established, like bamboo shoots after a rain. Among them, the biggest contributor is the last heterosexual king of the Kingdom of Ghent, the Prince of Wales.
Of course, this is under the premise of strictly maintaining the principle of religious neutrality, and does not involve the disputes between the Honavitch Church, the Poseidon Church, the Iron Sun Church and the Holy See of Light.
Unlike most girls, Eileen has given up on the concept of being a qualified housewife. She likes divination, tarot cards, ancient languages and other occult things, and is determined to be a qualified occultist.
In terms of education, based on her love for her youngest brother and her understanding of the importance of culture, Eileen immediately clapped her hands and decided after hearing people around her discuss that Weinerson was extremely talented in painting and would have no problem getting admitted to an art university. , even if he borrows debt, he must create good painting conditions for him.
In July last year, 17-year-old Weinerson started his first university entrance exam. Due to problems such as studying too late and having a weak foundation, he could only regretfully fail the exam and have to start over again for another year.
At the same time, Weinerson's two brothers, Mies and Gropes, worked as porters at the dock. In recent years, affected by the colonial colonial rule of the great voyages, both cargo throughput and import and export merchant ships have increased significantly. .
In order to let their sister and brother live a good life, the two took the initiative to accept more arduous porting work, often staying up late and working overtime on the docks with harsh conditions, just like they did these days.
It’s not that Weinerson has never thought about helping his sister and brother reduce their burden. Every time he applied to go to the dock to work with his brothers, thinking that this was in line with his status as a civilian, all he got in exchange was Irene’s rejection:
"Weinason, you should study hard and get into college. This will be the greatest help to us."
There are many similar teachings, and Weinerson also tried his best to study and paint. However, as a commoner, he felt strongly about his own shortcomings when he first came into contact with painting and learning.
For example, the perspective relationship in sketches, the use of black, white and gray, color style trends, etc. These are complex and difficult to grasp knowledge.
For the children of the aristocracy and the upper class, it was a hobby that they had to learn since they were young. However, he had not been exposed to it for the first time until the beginning of last year, so he often stayed up late to study, barely catching up with others.
Memories about his sister and brother jumped in Weinersen's mind. It wasn't until the wooden door handle turned and the door creaked open that he suddenly woke up. He immediately turned his left hand behind his back and grabbed a sketching stick with his right hand. The stick of charcoal is held in the palm of the hand.
As for the ring that will send people into that mysterious space, it's better not to let Irene see it. Who knows if this ring will cause other situations out of control, maybe even more terrifying and weird!
"Weinersen? Did you sketch all night? Didn't I tell you not to stay up late?" She opened the door and saw her youngest brother standing in front of the door holding a charcoal bar, and then asked with a confused frown. .
Eileen is in her twenties, which is supposed to be the most attractive stage for women. However, due to work fatigue and taking care of the family, her body looks very thin.
Looking into the other person's same amber eyes, Weinerson forced himself to calm down and smiled with an unnatural expression on his face:
"Sister, I didn't stay up late painting, I...I was looking...for inspiration."
"Looking for inspiration?"
"Yes, looking for inspiration."
Weinerson raised his right hand holding the charcoal bar and made a few gestures while trying his best to hide his left hand behind his back to cover up the existence of the bronze ring on his index finger!
Among the mottos of world-famous painting masters, the most talked about is inspiration. They praise inspiration for making a work achieve the essential requirements of qualitative change. Everyone has inspiration, but it needs to be found, and it is not so easy to appear. .
There was no problem with Weinerson's explanation, but Irene was not easily fooled. She walked into the room expressionlessly, took out an earthy yellow crystal from her right wrist and hung it in the air.
Weinerson looked at the earth-yellow crystal full of impurities, and subconsciously thought: "No, sister, are you serious?"
"Crystal, crystal...tell me, did Wernerson stay up all night?"
Erin asked the same sentence seven times, but the crystal hovering in mid-air remained motionless.
"Right, sister, I didn't lie to you."
Weinerson, who was relieved in his heart, immediately looked at his sister.
Erin stood there, staring at the crystal pendant. At this moment, the citrine swayed slightly, and Weinerson's expression suddenly became dull. At the same time, the bell of the cathedral rang in the distance, and the sound was far away. And ethereal...
.........
At 6:20 in the morning, the drizzle of rain enveloped the entire Hutton Mar.
In a luxurious villa on Ireland Street in Castleton District, Lilith Moore was preparing to enjoy a rich and tempting breakfast.
The huge hanging crystal chandelier hangs down from top to bottom, and the exquisite long table with carved hollows is placed with wine, white bread, honey, jam, fried foie gras and not too many salads.
In the Kingdom of Ghent, in Hetonmare, the traditional breakfast for many middle and upper class people is white bread with butter, honey, jam or preserves, and drinks include milk, tea or coffee.
Of course, sometimes brioche is savory rather than sweet, and cured meats, smoked rice sausage or cheese are added.
The coal fire burned hotly in the fireplace, and the melodious bells of Silver Cross Cathedral rang in her ears.
Lilith picked up this glass of Rust red wine with its charming fragrance and shook it to make the wine inside ripple. At this moment, an inappropriate doorbell rang outside the door.
Although Lilith's tutor was very good, she could not help but be disturbed at this time.
"Miss, Bishop Karl is here." Nia, the maid in a black and white skirt, whispered to Lilith.
Carl?
Wasn't he with Archbishop Ruskin? Why are you free to come to me today?
Lilith was not very interested in Karl, the young bishop who was hailed as a genius by the church. She felt that these people were just idiots who only guarded their graves every day.
Hey, Lilith, I know you don’t like wood very much, but I still want to meet you. After all, dad asked you to join the Honavitch Church, although...
She frowned slightly and immediately put down the red wine glass. She stood up gracefully and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror with intricate patterns engraved on it.
The mirror reflected a blond girl wearing a light green palace dress. She had ruby-like eyes, which was the unique eye color of the Welsh family in the Kingdom of Ghent.
Lilith smiled at herself in the mirror. She was elegant, charming, and intellectual. She was no worse than the noble princesses in the Royal House of Lords.
"Miss, do you want to see Mr. Karl? He seems to have something important to do."
