In the castle of Viscount Moruo.
The large candle lit by turpentine lit the room brightly. Viscount Moruo sat behind the desk, holding a small seal in his hand, constantly turning, his expression unchanged, and thinking about the problems he faced recently.
The room was very quiet, and the curtains were drawn tightly. This was his private space, and it was one of the few places where he could completely calm down.
Just like when his father taught him a long time ago.
"You need to think deeply about the solution to the problem. You have to learn to discover the essence of the world by yourself. Any information provided by others will lead you astray. This is a qualified man."
Three days have passed, relying on the speed of the letter bird, the other party should have already received the message, but there is no reply now.
If they didn't do it, they wouldn't have to be so silent, but if they did it, it would be interesting to remain silent.
They know that their behavior is exposed, but they don't want to talk to themselves at the moment, and continue to delay time. There may only be two possibilities.
One is that they are still looking for opportunities to gain access to their own secrets to give them more confidence in negotiating.
The second is that the man in the prison is already an abandoned child, and the other party has already obtained what he wants to know and want, so he doesn't care.
No matter what the possibility is, it means that in the forest and the city below the mountain, the other party still has manpower, allowing them to have the time to act like this.
What a joke, myself.
Although it's just an incompetent viscount, but as the Moruo family that has passed down for more than 20 generations, is it really so shameless
Compared with the maliciousness of the other party, this kind of neglect and indifference made Viscount Moruo even more angry.
Hmph, if you are like this, then I have no choice but to break the net. Having lost that key item, it was almost impossible for him to open the ban in the ruins, which almost drove him to a desperate situation.
Viscount Moruo stayed in the study for a while before leaving the room.
"Sir, do you have any orders?" The loyal butler had been waiting for a long time when he walked out of the room.
"Tomorrow let the man who was caught be dragged into the city, declared his crime in public, and hanged."
"Oh, by the way, put two signs on him before he died, 'Fire-Eyed Warbler' and 'Blindfolded Man'. I'll see if they'll react to those."
"Yes, I understand now." The housekeeper bowed deeply, then silently followed behind the short man.
"Is the high-ranking investigator from Titania still here, let him come to see me and say I invite him to dinner."
"Yes." The butler responded again.
"If you don't let me get it, then I'll let you lose everything." In the corridor of gray stone bricks, Viscount Moruo showed a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.
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The resident of the Roentgen Chamber of Commerce, Loren Hill is sitting with a group of people in a small warm room. They were sitting in a group, with a burning pile of firewood in the center, burning with dead sticks and charcoal, exuding a rush of heat.
The residents of the southern border of the empire are different from those in the north. They belonged to the Green Empire later and still retain many of the past habits. Rather than a nice looking but inconvenient fireplace, they prefer a stove that you can sit around in.
There might be some smoke and ashes, making the room less tidy. But it's easy to build, and it also allows more people to sit by the fire, cook something along the way, and smoke the sausages hanging from the roof.
Because winter was coming, the local residents began to prepare things for winter, and Roland Hill was also sitting by the fire, learning to knit sweaters from the aunt beside him.
"Miss Messia is learning very quickly." A fat aunt sat by the stove, watching the knitting thread in the girl's hands gradually flatten, and praised it a little.
"Actually, I have been exposed to similar things before.".
The girl remembered the process of Baizao teaching herself how to weave in that remote mountain village in the east. Although it is not knitting, there are many similarities between the two, so it is easier to learn.
"That's really good. Generally, little girls do this less. It's all of us who are older."
The aunties smiled, most of them were local residents, servants in the resident, kitchen starters and the like. Apart from them, there were only four younger ones, including Loren Hill and Lottie, and two local girls.
At the moment, they are also learning to knit sweaters, but the stitching is not as neat as Roland Hill. Of course, if you want to talk about the worst, it's not these two, but Lottie who is thinking hard on the other side.
The eldest lady of the Duke's family, although she is good at dancing with knives and swords, is somewhat unsatisfactory when it comes to fine craftsmanship.
How did this stitch go in and hook together? She looked at the tangled wool in her hand and felt so difficult, but everyone was doing it, and Lottie didn't want to give up, she didn't want Sister Messia to think she was a favorite A girl who runs away without a will.
When that look came over from time to time, Lottie was warm and nervous. She hoped that this gentle sister-like girl could look at her, but she didn't want to reveal her weak side.
"If you don't have a clue, just put it down first, or sit with me first and watch it for a while, then maybe you'll understand slowly." The girl looked at Lottie, who was troubled, and beckoned to her to sit down. .
"Um."
Under the envious eyes of the other two girls, Lottie switched positions and sat next to the girl in the blond white dress, watching her hands slowly and skillfully interspersed the lines, her pale blue pupils were quiet and serious, a kind of A touch of tranquility emerges from this.
If only this were my sister.
Lottie thought for a moment, then shook her head lightly, and looked intently at Roland Hill's slender and white fingers. In the butterfly-like trajectory, she weaved the simple and unadorned wool into neat and beautiful clothes.
The appearance of the sweater looks very layered. The bottom layer is meticulous and smooth. There are raised stripes on the top to reveal the lines of the sweater. Then, between the stripes and the bottom layer, there are also small embellishments, which are like leaves. And small berries, make the dress look beautiful without being monotonous.
As the weaving time gradually elongated, part of it was placed on the white skirt at the knee, baked by the fire, reflecting a little luster of the silk thread. If you touch it with your hand, you can feel the softness and warmth of the woolen thread.
Watching this sweater slowly take shape, although it was not knitted by herself, Lottie also felt a touch of satisfaction and happiness.
"Is this dress knitted according to your figure?" She looked curiously at the girl in the white dress by the fire.
"No." The girl's quiet voice came from the fire.
"It's for you, Lottie."