At 6 o'clock in the morning, the melodious and ethereal jingling of bells came from the distance, signaling the beginning of a new day!
Bustling mobile vendors set up stalls on the stone brick roads on both sides of Mink Street. They looked at the travelers coming from the direction of the pier not far away, and showed warm smiles.
In the bathroom on the second floor of the single-family house at No. 6 Mink Street, Irene was wearing the newly purchased light-colored Basil dress, and her feet were wrapped in pure white stockings. She looked a little hasty. She looked at the elm half-length mirror. Look to the right and examine every detail.
The stockings made of silk are so beautiful, and they feel very different when worn. However, they are too expensive. If it weren't for Miss, I would never spend 25 French dollars to buy such a pair of socks.
Eileen puffed her pink lips, it is true, young girls around 25 years old, it is natural to love beauty!
About twenty minutes later, when she walked out of the bathroom, she looked back at Weinerson's room, heard the faint snoring coming from inside, smiled, and quickly went downstairs.
In the winter in Faslanca, mornings are not particularly cold because due to the temperate maritime climate, the overall minimum temperature usually does not reach below freezing.
Compared to the noise on the black brick road below Frank's apartment on No. 31, the open street in front of him seemed a little lonely. The crimson moonlight had not completely faded away, and the surrounding area was dark and silent, with only the light of the gas street lamp shining quietly.
She took out her pocket watch from her inner pocket, clicked it open and saw that the time had just reached 6:35.
In the past, at this time, I was already at least halfway to the post office.
Is it too luxurious to take a trackless public carriage to and from get off work every day? Although the overall weekly salary has now reached 4 pounds...
Mies and Gropius were not engaged yet, and Weinerson also needed money for college. No, we had to talk about the two of them on Saturday, which would definitely not work.
While her thoughts were racing, she unknowingly arrived at Reston Bridge when she suddenly saw a two-horse, four-wheeled tram approaching.
Strange, isn't the tram supposed to be in the Seal District at 6:45?
Aileen was slightly surprised, thought for a moment, then stepped forward to greet him and waved to stop.
"Good morning, miss." Looking at the elegantly dressed Irene, the coachman skillfully stopped the horse.
The staff member responsible for collecting fees next to him rubbed his groggy eyes with his hands and yawned from time to time.
"How much does it cost to get to the Faslanka Post Office Building?"
"3p, miss." The person responsible for charging the fee replied with his eyes closed.
At 3p, it’s not too expensive.
"Okay." Irene said as she took out two 2 pennies from her bag, handed over the fare, and got on the carriage. She saw that the double row of seats inside was empty and there was not a single passenger. The whole carriage was very deserted. .
"You are first, miss." The coachman turned his head and said with a smile.
Then, the black reins shook, and the four brown horses took steps and started running back and forth.
"I rarely took public carriages before. Well, has the route changed now? I remember that it should be in the Hill District at this time before. After all, there are more passengers there than in the Waltz District." Eileen sat close to I casually asked about the location at the front of the carriage to distract from the nervousness of riding a carriage for the first time.
The coachman sighed and said:
"You're right, Miss, but it's not working now. It will be impossible to get through the Hill District for at least three days or a week."
"Why?" Erin asked in surprise.
"I don't know. I only know that the police have blocked the northernmost road in the Hill District, from Lexington Public Hospital to Center Street. No one is allowed to enter that place since last night." The coachman's tone changed. Got to be heavy.
The toll collector next to him added:
"That area is now taken over by the St. Honavitch Night Watch. It is said that there is a supernatural event. It is not clear whether it is true or not."
"Another extraordinary event happened?" Erin frowned suddenly, her eyes trembled unnaturally, and scenes of dust-laden memories broke through the shackles and floated in front of her eyes...
Dawn gradually broke, and the few remaining stars embedded in the crimson sky quickly disappeared. The public carriage drove quickly towards Dongcheng District, with only four passengers on board along the way.
After Irene eased her mood a little, she stopped talking and closed her eyes. When the sun rose completely, the public carriage had arrived at Herring Street in Dongcheng District.
"Miss, let me help you!"
"Thanks."
Irene got off the carriage and quickly entered No. 44 Herring Street. After passing through a relatively large square, she arrived outside the Faslanka Post Office Building...
.........
In the huge and magnificent banquet hall, burning grease candles stood on the silver-white crystal chandeliers.
This kind of wax oil, made from whale belly fat, burns in a red flame and emits a soothing fragrance, emitting a light that is no less dazzling than a gas lamp.
On the long tables with ancient carvings of curly grass patterns, delicious food such as musk roast goose, pelican liver, grilled lamb chops, caviar, pan-fried oysters, Rust red wine, sweet fruit wine and so on are placed.
In the candlelight, they reflect the attractive color of oil.
Lilith Moore wears a purple palace dress with ruffles, high waist, lace trim and leg-of-mutton sleeves. Her upper body is tightly corseted and her waist is very thin. She wears gothic leather shoes. Her overall figure looks extremely tall.
The golden bangs hanging down on both sides of her cheeks were slightly curled in piles. Her appearance was impeccable and her temperament could not be improved.
As long as it was a banquet in the aristocratic circle, she would always become the focus of everyone and be forced to be at the center of the banquet.
But this time, Lilith just sat there quietly, looking abstractly at the elegantly or gorgeously dressed gentlemen and ladies in front of her with an attitude that didn't belong here, and took a sip of sweet iced tea from time to time.
"The extraordinary power of the Water Soul Card is indeed magical. Except for the spiritual eyes, no one around me can touch me."
Lilith touched the pleats of the purple lace skirt with her right hand wearing a white gauze glove, and whispered softly.
Suddenly, she saw a new figure!
It was a tall girl wearing a pure white gauze dress, with white skin, delicate facial features, and elegant brown hair decorated with many crystals and gems.
In terms of appearance and temperament alone, this girl may be slightly inferior to Lilith, but there is always a kind of captivating feeling between her frown and smile, especially the faint flush on her cheeks, which makes people can't help but think about it. Lian Lian.
"Who is she? Why haven't I seen her before?"
Lilith's eyes stayed on this girl, looking at her with pure curiosity.
Others in the banquet hall also obviously saw the girl, which caused quite a commotion for a while, especially the middle-aged men who usually called themselves gentlemen. They were wearing black suits and straightened their huge beer bellies. They couldn't help but go to her. The girl is close to him.
She... I always feel like I have seen her before somewhere. She seems to be Connie Oro, the youngest daughter of the Duke of Oro, who is about the same age as me.
But I remember she was just a greedy little chubby girl, and her figure was not that good at all. She was still the same when I saw her last month...
"Oh, dear beautiful lady, may I have the honor of asking you to dance?"
Baron Clough's hair was slicked back. He walked up to Connie Oro with a glass of Rust red wine, a smile appeared on his thin face, and he performed a standard Ghent etiquette.
"Are you...Baron Clough?"
Is it Baron Clough?
Lilith and Connie responded at the same time, but one of them spoke and the other thought.
This pervert couldn't help but come over, but Clough should know Connie, why didn't he recognize her?
Or is it that he usually focuses on beautiful ladies and never paid any attention to Connie before?
"Oh my god, I didn't expect you to know about me. I'm not very scared."
Clough put down the wine glass and stroked his meticulously combed hair with both hands. Just when he was about to pose gracefully as if inviting a dance, he heard Connie's childish and sweet voice:
"Sorry, Baron Clough, I don't want to dance just yet."
"...In no mood?"
Clough's eyes opened slightly, and this obvious rejection made him stunned for a moment.
"Haha, well done!" Seeing this scene, Lilith smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth and cursed Baron Clough in her heart.
That's how it should be done. This pervert has lured many ladies into bed and abandoned them in the end. It's really bad.
But Connie has changed so much. Fortunately, I still have some impression of her voice. Her... voice...
A flash of lightning suddenly flashed through her mind, and Lilith suddenly remembered the secret party. At the party, one of the members bought the "Mother" card. Her voice sounded very close, or it was this voice.
No, is that the change brought about by the Blasphemy Cards?
The person who sells the "Mother" card seems to have indeed said that it will make people change and be full of charm, but this... change is too exaggerated?
At this moment, Connie seemed to notice something. Her already flushed cheeks were tinged with a hint of crimson. She turned her eyes slightly, turned around, and quickly moved towards the left side of the center of the banquet.
What is she looking for?
Lilith followed her gaze and saw a young man with quite good looks among a group of conservative nobles wearing top hats, black tuxedos and beer bellies.
Conard Henry!
The current King of Ghent, the eldest son of Henry III!
At this moment, Prince Conrad is standing in front of these members of the House of Lords and the Conservative nobles. His posture is very humble. He has a learning attitude from beginning to end and participates in conversations from time to time. This should be his intention to get into the political arena... .
Today, Councilor Osman praised Prince Conard three times, his eyes full of expectations. He is not a conservative... By the way, he almost forgot that he was Conard's teacher...
And Duke Darren, as one of the three conservatives, usually has a serious face, but today he is smiling. Is this a statement?
Strange, Connie actually blended in? What’s in your hand is... a strand of hair? It should be hair, right?
She and Prince Conrad seemed to have a very happy chat, completely ignoring the several council members... Hmm... where was the humility just now?
However, Conrad's face became very strange, and he glanced at Duke Oro guiltily...
Well...they were separated, their steps were hurried, their expressions were panicked, no...everywhere they went led to the back garden!
