In this snowy season, it is not easy to get fresh fruits. Mr. Irving, the new owner of Fukuoka Villa, is much more generous than the old Mr. Irving. I don’t know how much money he has to spend for today’s dance.
This Christmas Eve this year is unforgettable for all the neighbors of Fortress Villa.
Now everyone believes that Owen may have other income besides Fukuoka Villa, and is far richer than they thought, and they don't know which girl here he will propose to.
On the way to the church, everyone was talking about what they saw and heard at Fukui Villa today.
Many people are speculating whether they need to pay window tax for such a large Christmas tree glass house.
Ordinarily lights should not be subject to window tax, not to mention there is only a Christmas tree inside.
But after all, it is like a small house, and except for the roof and base, the rest is made of glass. The criteria for whether to pay this tax are very flexible.
It was a different topic among the servants. Everyone had heard the story of the True God from the servants of Fucui Villa, but they still believed it with suspicion.
What kind of God is so good in this world? Not only does he give blessings, but he actually gives us food!
God will not give these things to his believers. The servants think that the servants of Fortress Villa are exaggerated and bragging.
After seeing off the guests, Owen stood by the glass lamp, looking up at the magical glass lamp and thinking about the glass tax.
Xia Qingdai, wrapped in a white fur cloak, stood next to Owen, followed his gaze at the solar glass lamp, and asked curiously: "What are you thinking about?"
Of course Owen knows everything about his God: "I wonder if I have to pay taxes on this glass house."
"Ah, pay taxes?" Xia Qingdai was surprised. She didn't check this information. "What taxes do you pay?"
"Window tax." Owen briefly explained the laws on window tax.
Xia Qingdai was speechless and said: "Your ruling class also imposes a lot of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes. There is even a window tax, which is outrageous."
Owen did not comment on Xia Qingdai's words, but quietly admired the bright lights in the night.
Xia Qingdai suddenly remembered something: "Oh, no, the small house I put down on your farm today will also have to pay taxes. I'm afraid they can't afford it."
Owen said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I'll take care of it later."
Xia Qingdai also realized what tax she was afraid of, so she waved her hand boldly: "Just pay it, it's okay, just charge it to my account."
Just getting some flour, rice, and meat is enough to solve this window tax.
As for those poor peasants thinking about sealing the windows, how could they allow such a thing to happen under Xia Qingdai's nose?
Her little man doesn't have to be in such a miserable state!
Owen bowed slightly to Xia Qingdai and asked her: "The moonlight is nice today and the snow has stopped. Miss Xia, are you interested in going for a walk on the country road to see the night light?"
Xia Qingdai readily accepted his proposal.
So Owen took Xia Qingdai out of the yard.
Two hundred meters outside the castle, there is a large lake, which is now completely frozen, like a crystal diamond inlaid on the ground.
Xia Qingdai suddenly stopped and looked back. The castle was already a hundred meters away. The two huge solar lights illuminated everything around her as bright as day.
Oh my God! She left the confines of the terrarium!
The scenery in front of her was something she had never seen before!
What the hell does this happen?
There are too many doubts in Xia Qingdai's heart that need to be solved. This matter must be clarified immediately!
Owen saw her stop, turned his head to look at her and said, "What's wrong?"
Xia Qingdai looked up at Owen, then at the snowy countryside in front of her, and said, "Just stand here and wait for me. I'll be back as soon as I go."
Owen was confused, but still said without any objection: "Okay."
Owen stopped here, and Xia Qingdai ran towards the village road. After running about a hundred meters, white mist appeared in front of her again, and she could no longer go forward.
She stopped where she was and waved to Owen: "Owen, come here."
Owen stepped forward obediently.
A magical scene happened. When he started to move, Xia Qingdai could continue to move forward.
After trying everything in this way, Xia Qingdai figured out that it was not impossible for her to leave the castle, but she had to take Owen with her!
After leaving the confines of the castle, she could move within a hundred meters of him.
As for why it was Owen, it might have something to do with him being the owner of the castle. Of course, this reason is Xia Qingdai's own guess.
When she returned to the castle, Xia Qingdai's face turned purple from the cold.
Although the white fur cloak on my body is warm, I don't wear much underneath. It's just a single-layer long-sleeved red velvet dress with a large part of my neck exposed. It's strange that it's not cold!
When the two entered the castle, the servants had almost finished the cleaning work.
On Christmas Eve, people are accustomed to keeping vigil and eating around the fireplace. This is the choice of most people.
The servants are also warming themselves by the fire in their servants' room. There are still strawberry chunks and pies left today, so everyone can eat them to their heart's content.
Owen led Xia Qingdai to the living room on the second floor. Of course, the fireplace had already been lit.
The two sat in front of the fireplace, warming themselves by the fire, drinking hot chocolate and orange juice, and quickly warmed up.
Looking at Xia Qingdai's little face that was burned red by the fire, Owen's face also turned slightly red.
"You're still up so late today, are you going to keep vigil on Christmas Eve?" Xia Qingdai asked while drinking orange juice, while spreading her thoughts.
In modern times, she squeezed six oranges into juice in the old castle and gave it to everyone to drink all night long. There was still a lot left over. It was really cost-effective to eat when she got smaller. Next time she brings grapes and asks everyone to press wine.
"Yeah." Owen took a sip of orange juice, "Actually, I haven't spent Christmas Eve in many years. The last time I spent it was in church with my father."
"Then why don't you go this year? I think everyone seems to be going to church."
Owen smiled: "I'm not religious now."
"ah?"
Owen cast his gaze on the firelight of the fireplace, his cheeks were slightly hot, and he said softly but firmly: "I believe you."
"Ah!?" Xia Qingdai quickly took a sip of orange juice. This ancient person was quite down-to-earth and knew how to worship the "true god".
She felt that she had led the people in the castle astray in their beliefs. In the past, they were all focused on dedicating themselves to the Lord, but now they have tasted the sweetness and found that the divine fragrance can still appear!
Xia Qingdai was a little embarrassed, feeling like she was about to carve out a three-bedroom apartment, drinking juice in silence and listening to the crackle of firewood in the fireplace.
After a while, Xia Qingdai stood up: "You can continue to keep vigil, I will go up to rest first. Oh, by the way, is that room given to me now?"
Owen nodded: "Yes."
"Okay, good night!" Xia Qingdai waved her hand and flew away like a butterfly.
