Chapter 516 Ch515 Ambition

Chapter 516 Ch.515 Ambition

“Of course you don’t.”

Roland pushed the teacup that he had just emptied forward.

This action made Mason Lyle a little embarrassed: if he was to add a cup to the golden-eyed gentleman, he would have to drink one less cup later. But this man looked respectable enough, had a gun, and used words like those ‘gentlemen’ he had seen…

Roland didn’t know that his action had put the man opposite him in trouble, so he said to himself: “Welcome to London, sir. Your stay in London means that my sister can often see the performances of the Mud Ball Circus, right?”

Lyle was a little happy to see that he was not obsessed with tea: “Of course! Of course! If you like these little monsters, I’d be happy to let them perform for you—maybe even a solo performance would be fine!”

He rubbed his hands and realized that this might be a big business: “We can hire an extended carriage, put on thick clothes, and go to your house…”

Roland brought the subject back.

He really didn’t want to deal with this peacock.

"So, my friend, Halida, where is she?"

Mason Lyle said bitterly: "I don't know, sir. You see, the child was lost in just one night. She came to my tent crying and talking nonsense, what should I do?"

He said.

"I asked someone to look for her in the surrounding woods for an afternoon. You don't know, the child doesn't cry..."

Halida's brother was "missing" first.

Then, it was Halida.

The disappearance of the siblings was separated by several days.

Roland had a guess.

Fernandez had said it before.

The man who stole the eight-month-old baby of a couple in the South District and dug several graves.

He might be the culprit.

And Halida?

The brother was missing, and the circus owner was unwilling to spend time, so the sister would naturally go to find him personally.

So...

Where is Halida now?

On the bright side, she might be shivering in a corner of London.

Think of the worst...

Just like she had walked barefoot from the suburbs through most of the city to meet him at the station at the other end in order to find a doctor for her brother.

Roland did not show too much emotion in front of this peacock, nodded, and stood up to say goodbye.

"I will send someone to find her, sir." Before leaving, Roland suddenly asked: "You don't seem to have called the police."

"You can't call the police!" Mason Lyle said in surprise: "If you call the police, those people will come and peel off another layer of skin from me! Please, sir! I promise, I promise to send Anto to go around the city..."

The man rolled his eyes twice: "Or I'll leave it to you? You look like a big shot, and you have an extraordinary friendship with that lovely girl, right? I'll pay! Two shillings, how about it? Then, I will definitely thank you very much!"

Golden Smoke's puff of cigar cost more than two shillings.

Roland was too lazy to pay attention to this miser, and said goodbye hastily and left the tent.

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After Roland left, Mason Lyle also changed his clothes hastily, pulled up the tent stealthily, and called a carriage at the gathering place of the drivers.

He had a small house in the West District, close to the cross street that bordered the East District - it can be said to be the West District, or the East District.

The reason for saying the East District is that the actual plot of land belongs to the East District. If you go to the police, they will also be treated as the East District. Including various miscellaneous taxes, the specific location used by other people to describe, and,

There are not so many reasons to say it is the West District.

One.

It was "considered" the West District thirty years ago, but later the policy was changed and it was designated as the East District - but the people living there still think that their houses, and themselves, belong to the West District.

Because this policy is "not painful", it allows some people who are short of money but need a lot of land to whitewash their bumpy dignity and empty pockets to take advantage of it.

For example, Mason Lyle.

Yes.

Because of 'some reason', he is about to earn a large sum of money, or a magical self. So.

He plans to settle down in London and end the wandering life of the circus owner - as for the circus?

He found a new business to do.

"Freak Show, how about this name?"

The handsome man took off his shirt and leaned on the bare bed. The woman in his arms leaned on him like he leaned on the bed.

A head of not-so-pure brown-red long hair and wooden eyes.

Mei is a maid in a family.

Now she is a maid in a family and the lover of Mason Lyle.

No matter how poor the status of the owner of the Mud Ball Circus is, he will never marry a lowly maid - everyone knows that maids and tutors are not much cleaner than women who go out at night.

Like the woman in his arms, they know each other well.

It's just 'having an affair'.

"... Freak Show? "Mei said, took out a long and thin cigarette and bit it, letting the man light a match, tempting her to stretch her neck like teasing a pet dog, and then lit the cigarette foot just before it burned to her fingers.

The maid lay in her arms, puffing smoke, and her two rabbit-like front teeth stepped on the cigarette holder.

Mason Lyle liked her look, and that was why he fell in love with this girl.

Of course.

Later, when he heard that she was serving a widow who was not too old and had a lot of gold pounds, "infatuation" turned into "determination".

"You want me to help you 'deliver' the message again, Mason." The maid exhaled a breath of hot smoke and vented her temper in the man's arms: "The lady is very interested in you, but I can't always mention you in front of her, it's too weird."

"Yes, yes, of course not. I have to consider you, Mei." Lyle hugged her and flicked her earlobe with his index finger, making the maid tremble: "It's up to you. You decide everything, okay?"

He gently rubbed her forehead with his chin and kissed her hair with a little sweat and spring: "Then, I will be the man of the Burns family. Think about it, think carefully, Mei, my love. What kind of life will you live then?"

The maid put her arms around his neck: "Will it be better than now?"

Mason Lyle laughed: "They used to use mine to ring the clock."

This dirty talk made the woman in his arms laugh. She stretched out her hand, flicked off the ash, and rubbed her cheek against her lover: "... I've been waiting for you for too long. Why didn't you come earlier? I should have asked the coachman to go around and buy some potatoes and fish sauce..."

Mason Lyle was a little surprised: "You hired a carriage?"

The maid knew she had said something wrong, turned over silently, and threw the cigarette into the tea cup.

She turned back and hugged him.

"Okay, that's not much money."

"That's a lot of money, Mei." Lyle was a little dissatisfied: "Look, you have big feet, flat feet, and are good at walking. We don't have to take a bath, so why not walk? Our time is not urgent, you just walk over, and you can buy potatoes and fish sauce along the way..."

"Maybe you can also see the scenery of London."

"Think about things you don't usually think about..."

"Frugal. Mei, you have to learn to be frugal, this is the best virtue of mankind."

The maid named Mei was obviously not the first time to listen to his long speech.

The reason why she could endure it, in addition to the love she had for his face, was partly because this man was indeed somewhat charming - she meant that he had a chance to capture the charm of Ms. Burns.

If she could really succeed, not to mention her weekly salary (given the man's personality, his weekly salary would not increase), at least her status would be different - she had worked as a maid for the lady for a while, and naturally knew how much money she could squeeze out of her new identity after her status changed.

"What about you, Mason, my dear." She half-jokingly held up the man's face and asked, "You also came in a carriage, didn't you?"

"How could I be the same? I have something big to do..." As the man came under the quilt, his eyes gradually became ambiguous: "Look, something big is coming..."

He was about to turn over, but the woman below suddenly thought of something and pushed him with her arm.

"There are new lamb sausages... Mason..."

"What a waste, dear, what a waste. Use the ones just now, they are still a little smoother... You see, if a box is seven pence... we can save... I'll do the math..."

The maid rolled her eyes, opened the door, and said nothing more.