Chapter 105 The Girl by the Fire

In the castle of Viscount Moreau.

The large candlelight lit by rosin illuminated the room brightly. Viscount Moreau was sitting behind the desk, holding a small seal in his hand, turning it constantly, his expression unchanged, thinking about the problems he had recently faced.

The room was very quiet, and the curtains were tightly drawn. This was his private space, and it was one of the few places where he could completely calm down.

Just like how his father taught him when he was a teenager a long time ago.

"You must think deeply about solutions to problems. You must 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. Depending on the speed of the messenger, the other party should have received the message, but now there is no reply.

If they didn't do it, there would be no need to be so silent, but if they did it, it would be very interesting to remain silent at this time.

They know that their behavior has been exposed, but they don't want to talk to themselves at the moment and continue to delay. There are only two possibilities.

One is that they are still looking for opportunities to gain access to their secrets so that they can be more confident in negotiations.

Second, the man in prison is already an abandoned son. The other person has already obtained what he wants to know and want, so he doesn't care.

No matter which possibility it is, it means that the other party still has manpower in the forest and the city under the mountain, allowing them to have enough time to act like this.

What a joke, myself.

Although he is just a low-ranking viscount, as the Moruo family has been passed down for more than 20 generations, do they really have so little face?

Compared with the other party's malice, this kind of neglect and indifference made Viscount Moreau even more angry.

Humph, if you do this, then I will have no choice but to die. Without that key item, it was basically impossible for him to open the restrictions in the ruins, which almost forced him into a desperate situation.

Viscount Moreau stayed in the study for a while before walking out of the room.

"Sir, do you have any instructions?" When he walked out of the room, the loyal butler had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Tomorrow, the man who was caught will be dragged to the city, his crime will be announced in public, and then he will be hanged."

"Oh, by the way, hang two signs on him before he dies, 'Fire-Eyed Warbler' and 'Blindfolded Man'. I'll see if they will react to these."

"Yes, I understand." The butler bowed deeply and silently followed the short man.

"The high-ranking investigator from Titania is still there. Let him come to see me and say that I invite him to have dinner with me."

"Yes." The butler responded again.

"If you don't let me get it, then I will make you lose everything." In the gray stone corridor, Viscount Moreau showed a cruel smile on his lips.

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At the residence of the Roentgen Chamber of Commerce, Lorraine Hill was sitting in a warm small room with a group of people. They sat in a group, with a burning firewood pile in the center, burning with dead branches and charcoal, emitting intense heat.

The residents in the southern part of the empire are different from those in the north. They joined the Green Empire relatively late and still retain many of their past habits. Instead of a nice-looking but inconvenient fireplace, they prefer a stove where they can gather around.

There may be some smoke and ashes, making the room less tidy. But it is easy to build, and more people can sit by the fire, cook something, and smoke the sausages hanging on the roof.

Because winter was coming, the local residents began to prepare things for the winter, and Lorraine Hill also sat by the fire, learning to knit a sweater from the aunt beside him.

"Miss Mecia learns very quickly." A fat aunt sat by the stove, watching the knitting thread in the girl's hands gradually become flat, and praised her slightly.

"Actually, I have come across similar things before."

The girl recalled the process of how Bai Zao taught her how to weave in that remote mountain village in the East. Although it is not knitting sweaters, there are many similarities between the two, so it is relatively easy to learn.

"That's really good. Generally, there are fewer young girls doing this. It's all the older people like us who do it."

Several aunties smiled. Most of them were local residents, servants in the residence, and worked in the kitchen. Apart from them, there are only four younger ones, including Lorraine Hill and Lottie, and two local girls.

At this moment, they are also learning to knit sweaters, but the stitching is not as neat as Lorraine Hill's. Of course, the worst was not these two, but Lottie who was thinking hard on the other side.

Although the eldest daughter of the Duke's family is relatively good at wielding swords, she is somewhat unsatisfactory at fine craftsmanship.

How did this stitch go in and hook it together? She looked at the tangled yarn in her hands and found it very difficult, but everyone was doing it, and Lottie didn't want to give up just yet. She didn't want Sister Mecia to think that she was a fan. A girl who runs away without a will.

When that look came over her from time to time, Lottie was warm and nervous. She wanted this gentle girl like a sister to look at her, but she didn't want to expose her weak side.

"If you don't have a clue, just put it down first. Why don't you sit next to me first and watch it for a while? Maybe you will understand it gradually." The girl looked at the distressed Lottie and waved to her, asking her to sit over. .

"Um."

In the envious eyes of the other two girls, Lottie changed positions and sat next to the girl with blond hair and white skirt, watching her hands gently and skillfully insert the thread, the light blue

His eyes were quiet and serious, and a faint sense of tranquility emerged.

If only this was really my sister.

Lottie thought for a moment, then shook her head slightly, looking intently at Lorraine Hill's slender and white fingers, weaving unpretentious wool into neat and beautiful clothes in the butterfly-like trajectory.

The appearance of the sweater looks very layered. The bottom layer is dense and smooth. There are raised stripes on it, which reveal the lines of the sweater. Then, there are small embellishments scattered between the stripes and the bottom layer. These embellishments are like leaves. and small berries, making the dress look beautiful but not boring.

As the weaving time gradually lengthened, part of it was placed on the white skirt on the knees and was baked by the fire, reflecting a little luster of the silk thread. If you touch it with your hands, you can feel the softness and warmth of the wool thread.

Watching the sweater slowly take shape, Lottie felt a touch of satisfaction and happiness even though she had not knitted it herself.

"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 fireside.

"It's for you, Lottie."