"Eileen, Weinerson, actually I have always had a dream in my heart, that is, just like our father, I can sail away and do things that interest me. Of course, I will not leave you behind, I promise."
Father, Jason’s old father?
Poor girl, if you knew that old Jason's father once had a fantasy about a big-assed lady who liked to have affairs, and also said that I would like to try it if I had a chance, maybe you wouldn't want to be like him. Set sail.
Weinerson's expression was a little unnatural. He cursed Jason in his heart, and then said:
"Jason, as a younger brother, I fully support your ideals, but do you really understand the sea? Well, or...have you ever heard of...pollution?"
Erin sighed slightly and said:
"Sangana Engels, my classmate and my good friend."
Sangana Engels? A girl with long wavy golden hair, green eyes, and a cheerful personality suddenly appeared in Weinerson's mind. She was under twenty-seven and half a year older than Irene.
I heard that her parents are loyal believers in the God of Sleep and Crimson. They go to church almost every month to pray for Crimson's blessing.
"Ok, I know."
Mies, Gropius, and Weinerson nodded at the same time, saying that they remembered their sister's friend.
"Her fiancé Ocles is a sailor. In order to get engaged to his beloved girl Sangana, he took the initiative to choose a three-masted sailing ship to Florence, which seems to be called the 'Black Pearl'. It takes about a week to go back and forth, and you can earn a salary of 30 pounds."
Erin described the situation first, then sighed again and continued:
"Sangana said that he originally planned to go to sea again and get engaged as soon as he came back. But unfortunately, bad news came today. Oakles disappeared in the Scandinavian white desert a few days ago. On an unknown island, it is reported that it has encountered pollution, and now there is no way to find even the body."
Pollution that makes people disappear?
"Miss, you should understand what I mean. The memories of three years ago have caused me pain for a long time. Nothing in this world is more important than my family. I have already lost them and I don't want to lose you again, my dearest brother. ." Irene persuaded Miss with a serious expression.
Um...Actually, Miss just said that she had this idea. Erin, you must say it so firmly.
Weinerson didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He thought for a few seconds and said:
"Eileen, Miss didn't say she must go, so you don't have to worry. What's more, his situation is different. After all, he's not engaged yet, so he doesn't need to worry about getting married, right?"
"Yes, that's right. I just don't have any plans to go out temporarily. I don't have enough experience. Well, it's temporary."
No, Miss, where has your usual composure gone to say something like this at this time?
…Weinersen and Gropius simultaneously covered their faces with their hands and complained crazily in their hearts.
"Of course, there won't be any in the future. I swear, I won't do anything dangerous, never." Mies patted her chest and said confidently.
"Gropius, Vinassen, and you two."
After hearing Mies' answer, Erin's eyes immediately moved to the remaining two younger brothers and asked persistently.
"swear!"
swear? Do we want it too?
Gropius was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face twitched unconsciously.
"You must also swear like Miss, not to do dangerous things in the future." Irene's eyes were extremely sharp and her expression was firm.
"Okay, we vow to never do anything risky or make Erin worry."
After watching her three brothers swear to her in turn, Irene said in a relaxed manner:
"I only have you three brothers, my last remaining family, and I don't want to lose any of you."
"But it needs to be tested once to see if the oath you just made is suspected of deception. I will do a divination tonight and pray to the Crimson God to tell me your true thoughts. This is the latest inquiry ritual divination I have learned."
Praying to the God of Sleep and Crimson?
God asked about magic. Sister, you really know a lot. You asked the Crimson God a question in the middle of the night and asked Him to respond to you. Are you sure this is not blasphemy?
Weinerson shook his head angrily and amusedly. He walked up to Irene, gently touched her delicate little face, and kissed her forehead gently:
"I promise, Erin, we won't do anything dangerous. This is not encouragement, but a promise."
I don’t know since when, Weinerson got used to the encouragement that belonged to Irene, and he changed this encouragement into a promise between relatives!
"OK, all right!"
"Don't just chat. We have all forgotten about dinner. Let's put the tableware right away. Today we will eat potatoes and beef, as well as pan-fried meat and fish, cream cakes, and the best roast goose. In short, let's celebrate a little bit, celebrate Victoria. Nathan successfully received the admission letter, celebrating our future college students and celebrating the beginning of changing the fate of the family..."
.........
Hill District, 18 Pelican Street, Magician Hotel.
The waiter at the front desk was reading the newspaper boredly. Due to the curfew policy of the Kingdom of Ghent, in the evening, apart from sporadic carriages passing by, the only people left on the streets were drunkards wandering the streets.
At this moment, the bronze streetlight outside the door suddenly flickered, and the light seemed to dim a lot.
Um?
She raised her head and saw a woman holding a long dark brown leather suitcase standing at the door through the gap in the newspaper in her hand.
This lady is 1.65 meters tall, wearing a very delicate retro mattress skirt, and pure white Rudal boots on her feet.
Her long hair, as thick as a black forest, spreads down to her waist, and she wears a pair of unilateral glasses on her small and delicate nose, giving her the feeling of walking out of an ancient medieval castle.
A lady with an outstanding temperament, elegant steps, and a great figure. Well, and this outfit...could she be some noble lady?
As a woman, the waiter at the front desk habitually looked at the other person's clothing and temperament first.
She immediately heard the elegant lady say in a childish and unique voice:
"One night, single room."
"2 farthings 4p."
The waitress took out the white room price list from the counter, first reported today's room price, and then asked:
"Ma'am, do you have any identification?"
Proof of identity is not only taken seriously by the Kingdom of Ghent, but also by all countries on the entire Phaedras continent.
Of course, for the identity registration process, almost no one will comply with the use of real names. This involves personal privacy issues, so it is just a formality on the surface.
"some."
The lady put down the dark brown rectangular suitcase, took out an identification document from the inner pocket of the sleeve, and handed it to the other party.
"Al Ross..."
The waitress whispered while registering, then she opened the drawer, found a marked iron key from inside and said:
"Room 1323, check-out time is 2 o'clock sharp the next day."
"Thanks."
The elegant lady took the key, picked up the dark brown suitcase and walked towards the stairs.
At this time, a waiter in clothes carrying a rag, a basin and other things came down from the second floor at the top of the stairs. When he met the lady, he bowed and said:
"Hello ma'am, is there anything I can do for you?"
His eyes first glanced at her dress, and then fell on the long dark brown suitcase she was carrying.
"No, it's very light."
The lady's delicate mouth curved slightly. After speaking, she did not stop and went up the stairs and entered Room 1323.
After closing the door and putting down the suitcase, she raised her right hand and took off her monocle:
"I actually don't like catching mice..."
