Chapter 76: Feysac RouletteTitle of the Book: Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be God Author's name: Abandoned. Chapter word count: 2069 words Update time: 2025-06-24 18:18:16
Thanks to Xio's consideration of the impact of her membership in the church, she only caused minor injuries to the gang leader named Tolin. Otherwise, she would have been transferred to the North District Prison as soon as she was arrested, and it would not have been so easy for Lu Mingfei to rescue her from there.
The two walked out of the police station one after the other, while Hadro and Tom behind them pretended not to have heard anything. Even though they knew that the two evildoers outside were going to cause trouble for the "appellant" who had benefited them, they had no intention of tipping off the police. Instead, they were chewing toothpicks and savoring their dinner...
"This is the survival rule of the East District." Xio led the way. He understood the boy's complaint that Darkholm was unwilling to reveal Thorin's name and the address of the safe house. He pointed to the police station behind him, which was still lit, and said, "He's being loyal by sending you the investigation report. Only practical benefits can move the guys here. The future... The East District can't see a future, and no one wants to be the future here."
She looked at Lu Mingfei. The cold wind that came from nowhere ruffled the boy's hair, and the air around him was stained with the fragrance of bitter orange and ink, which was out of place in the entire East District. Most of the surrounding buildings had no lights on, and the windows were sealed with something like tape to prevent the houses from being flooded into a swamp when heavy rain fell. The dirty curtains hung up like iron thorns, and they were blurry like the shadow of a hanged person...
"If you want to save this place, you must be prepared to be disappointed." Xio thought of the groundless news about the boy that he had heard in the afternoon, and said with some disappointment: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to discourage you...but they won't accept a well-dressed viscount."
"Yeah." Lu Mingfei actually understood that compared to the scum who also dug in the mud, he, who was accidentally involved in the East District, would naturally not be trusted by people like Darkholm. But this is also a good opportunity to completely separate "Viscount Ricardo" and "Don Quixote":
"You'll probably be able to see the house for sale tomorrow."
"...very good." Xio opened his mouth, but finally forced a smile: "I saw the news that your psychological clinic is about to open, working with 'Backlund's most dazzling gem'. I hope you will not be collectively condemned by the gentlemen."
"Please spare me." Lu Mingfei said weakly, not wanting to explain his next plan. "A Madam McKinney is already difficult to deal with. If the gentlemen of Backlund throw white gloves at me every day to challenge me to a duel... then can I make a fortune by selling gloves?"
"…"
Xiu didn't know what to say for a moment. She still couldn't keep up with the boy's overly jumpy thoughts. Her ability to bicker with Fors was just like playing house with children in front of Lu Mingfei. She opened her mouth and could say nothing except a mouthful of industrial waste gas. It was Lu Mingfei who took the initiative to break the deadlock and comforted him:
"It's fine if you can't connect, but compared to Archbishop Anthony, who was able to form a crosstalk group with me, the points you provided are still too bland."
He originally wanted to talk about Klein, but the letter that was going to establish contact between him and him in reality was probably still on its way, so he turned to slander the grumpy old man who was closest to him. At the same time, he followed the other party's "instructions", clenched his fingers to make a crisp sound, grinned and had a second-year syndrome outbreak: "We'll talk about tomorrow's things tomorrow. Tonight, the wheel of fate will turn for Mr. Thorin!"
This was one of the reasons why Lu Mingfei rescued Xiu in advance - as the "arbitrator" of the East District, she knew the addresses of a large number of gang leaders' safe houses. Since she could go to their homes to negotiate loan interest on behalf of her clients, she could naturally check the other party's location.
After about half an hour of busy work, they had checked two locations and now stopped near Mr. Tolin's third safe house. The dilapidated townhouse still had no lights on, and the overwhelming fog made the crimson moonlight yellow and gray. Like most of the houses in the East District, this place was messy and there were no signs of activity...
"But I smell alcohol." Lu Mingfei closed his eyes. His enhanced physical fitness allowed him to detect the pungent smell of strong alcohol in the unpleasant air. So he didn't ask Xiu to pick the lock like he did in the previous two places. Instead, he kicked open the tightly closed door and walked in openly:
"Mr. Tolin, check the water meter!"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
But Lu Mingfei felt good about himself. In his life so far, he had always played the role of shrinking and giving in. If his body could still remember, then at an age when he should be feeling good, he had only learned two things: patience and compromise.
Even in this brand new world, he still thought too much, so much so that he hesitated when faced with trouble, and it took Archbishop Anthony's push to wake him up.
"There's a saying in my hometown, 'If the road is uneven, there are idle people to shovel it; if things are unfair, there are superior people to take care of them'..." Lu Mingfei turned around and said to the girl, and also to the guy holding a gun vigilantly in the bedroom upstairs: "Today, I am both idle and superior!"
Then the second floor burst into flames, and huge explosions echoed in the dead silent East District. The boy, who had been pointed at by a revolver for the third time, could not even feel the slightest bit of nervousness. The "audience" activated the dormant blood in his body in an instant, and the crisp sound of bones locking mixed with the gunshots, and then there were continuous crisp sounds.
The staircase was crushed by the tremendous force, and the door with a slight gap was shattered into pieces. Lu Mingfei did not even give Tolin the chance to fire a second shot. He twisted his hand out of joint and returned the revolver to the other party - by stuffing the muzzle into his mouth.
"It's not a good night, Mr. Thorin!" He stepped on the gang leader as if to vent all his anger, soothing the pain caused by his muscles locking his bones while spouting nonsense: "It seems that you are indeed better off than Darkholm. He can't even afford a pure gold watch... But have you heard of a saying? The greater the labor, the greater the responsibility... "
Thorin, whose teeth were pressed against the cold and hard metal, couldn't speak at all. The pain from his dislocated arm made sweat break out on his forehead. He could only stare with wide eyes at the young man who was beyond his comprehension and watched him present a piece of letter in front of him.
"Look, the letter of understanding." Lu Mingfei pinched the top few characters and raised his fingertips slightly: "I have written the title for you, so you don't need me to think about the content, right? You'd better think quickly, otherwise I can only play Russian... No, it should be Fusac roulette with you, the kind with five bullets."
He turned the cylinder of the revolver and closed his eyes at the same time, so that he didn't know where the empty bullet stopped, and then he fired under the board to make sure he was ready to shoot at any time.Chapter 77 Misunderstanding and the Person in ChargeTitle of the Book: Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be God Author's name: Abandoned. Chapter word count: 2021 words Update time: 2025-06-25 19:05:54
As a businessman engaged in service, retail, investment and other industries and having made certain achievements, Mr. Tolin is now not at all decent. The bruises left by Miss "Arbitrator" are still smeared on his eye sockets like oil paint. His jacket and shirt with delicate stitching were torn into pieces by Lu Mingfei's grip, and the arm that was still intact was stepped on together with the torso.
Of course, the two intruders were not very decent. Lu Mingfei squatted on the gang leader and put the gun into his mouth, which was unworthy of his priest robe decorated with stars; Xio, who had been locked up for several hours, also looked particularly embarrassed...
"I didn't expect that this was the first thing you paid attention to." Lu Mingfei blinked his eyes in disbelief, and used his "audience" ability to reread Tolin's micro-expressions. He couldn't help but sneered: "Service... After all, it's still controlling prostitutes, reselling banned drugs and loan sharks. You are really a 'decent person'. No wonder you called the police."
Unlike Darkholm, who had been barefoot for half his life and finally had shoes to wear, Tolin inherited the "family business" and could even barely establish some connection with the late Francisco - their ancestors were all Fenaporte people, and the custom of the Fenaporte people, or the Fenaporte southern gang, is that no matter what they do outside, they must change into decent clothes before returning home.
So Xio's beating of Tolin in front of all his brothers was like rubbing countless blunt knives on his heart, and the raised burrs were all covered in blood. Whether it was the fists that had already been withdrawn or the fearful and mocking eyes of the brothers, the Black Second Generation could not bear it, but he had no way to deal with the violence of the Beyonders, and finally put all his hopes on the police...
"You are from the Church of Evernight." Tolin's teeth clicked against the cold metal, and he swallowed his saliva mixed with gun oil. "What does the East District have to do with you?!"
"I'm Gusu Murongfu, and I'm best at 'treating people in their own way.'" Lu Mingfei casually threw out a bunch of nonsense, pulled out the gun, wiped the saliva on the other's suit, put it against his forehead again, and changed his words: "You are a 'decent person'. Have you seen a play? When the playwright encounters a dilemma that cannot be solved in the human world, he will use a mechanism to send an actor who plays a god to the stage, and use the power of the gods to achieve a happy ending."
This was the method that Emperor Roselle first used in his dramas. Before that, no one dared to play a god. After he set this precedent, the seven major orthodox churches were very satisfied with this way of promoting their faith, so they promoted it. In the end, because of the identity of the "main creator", this method was given a name, called "Deus ex machina"...
"Damn Russell." Lu Mingfei didn't expect that the other party's name could be mentioned here. He was even silent for a second because of the message he read. He swallowed the nonsense he had prepared and said:
"Well, you go to the police and use your official status to say that she is a 'Deus Ex Machina'. Is it hard for Xio to accept that I am her friend? You use violence and deception to make unreasonable terms and want to take away her wife and children. I will also use violence to make you sign a letter of understanding and settle...whatever the debt is called..."
He completely lost his patience and used the muzzle of the gun to leave a mark on the other person's forehead: "My time is precious, do you want to write or not?"
After all, there was no second gunshot in the East District tonight. The moment Tolin realized that the young man in front of him would really shoot, he had already given in.
Things like dignity and decency seem so insignificant in front of a bullet. He begged for mercy very quickly and neatly. He straightened his dislocated dominant hand by himself, took out a fountain pen and wrote fluently on the letter of apology. Finally, he issued a debt relief statement for the borrower.
Not even the principal or the interest, nothing was asked for.
Lu Mingfei was so stunned by the East District-style arrogance at first and then respectfulness that when he got the two pieces of paper, he handed them to the "professional" for confirmation. Only after Xio indicated that there were no hidden clauses or hints that could be effective in court did he nod, put the revolver he got tonight into his pocket, and left side by side with the girl.
"Thank you." Xio held the harvest of the night in his hand and thanked again.
"No need. I promised to get you out before." Lu Mingfei waved his hand and took out his pocket watch to take a look. "I have to get back to the church before eight o'clock, so I won't see you off."
He didn't give the girl much time to react, and pointed to the villa not far away. The priest's robe on his body was inevitably covered with dust, and it was not suitable to wear it back to the church, so Lu Mingfei ran to the villa, changed into the formal suit designed by Mr. Sedes, waved goodbye to Hugh who was dazed on the street, and ran towards St. Samuel's Church, splitting the mist under the crimson moonlight, and finally even his shadow disappeared in the street lights.
It's fine. Standing at the corner of the street, Xio folded up the paper that was a little damp from the fog and put it away. He couldn't help but think of the boy's decision to sell the two villas, the scene of him distributing fruits to the children, and his attitude towards the black police and Tolin tonight...
The East District is a place with no room for kindness to grow. In the end, it still has to rely on privilege and violence. As a professional who has been in the East District for many years, Xiu actually doesn't want Lu Mingfei to be too involved with this place. Being a psychologist has much more prospects than doing useless work here.
"Ah..." The girl sighed, "I wish you a smooth opening."
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At 7:54, Lu Mingfei finally arrived at the door of St. Samuel's Church. He spent a few seconds tidying up his hair that was messed up by the night wind, and pushed open the door while adjusting his breathing.
Archbishop Anthony was sitting in the last row of the prayer hall, praying with his eyes closed. When he heard the door open and close, he opened his eyes and said with a smile, "You are punctual and look very happy."
"Of course." Unlike what the "Arbitrator" imagined, Lu Mingfei had calmed down after teaching Tolin a lesson, and he didn't take Darkholm's concealment to heart. He was just in a hurry: "The trouble has been solved. I hope I didn't make Bishop Elektra wait too long... By the way, what exactly did he want to do with me?"
"Didn't Bishop Elektra say that?" The old man was also a little surprised.
"I haven't even seen him today." Lu Mingfei shrugged. "I thought it was a tradition of our church to be a riddle teller... ahem, reveal the answer at the end."
"... the church does have a tradition of keeping secrets," Archbishop Anthony said, "but that is not the case with Ms. Daly - she will be the head of the archives for some time to come."Chapter 78 DaleyTitle of the Book: Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be God Author's name: Abandoned. Chapter word count: 2160 words Update time: 2025-06-25 19:06:14
I thought you and Bishop Elektra were the heads of the archives room. Lu Mingfei muttered to himself. Since waking up, most of the people who refreshed in the archives room were the old man in front of him and the chatterbox bishop who was good at snitching. On the contrary, the frequency of the priests on duty was relatively low, so that Lu Mingfei forgot that Archbishop Anthony was the head of the entire Backlund Diocese, and Bishop Elektra was the administrator of the library next door...
The former is Sequence 3, and has been so busy that it is almost invisible during this period; the latter is Sequence 5, and if it were not for Archbishop Anthony's commission, and if Bishop Elektra had not just gotten married and was still enjoying the "half-vacation" benefits, it would never have been left in the library and archives to gather dust.
"In fact, it's a bit of a waste to let Sequence 7 be the head of the archives room." The old man saw through Lu Mingfei's thoughts at a glance and explained, "The Night Watcher team of the Backlund Diocese is expanding, and the priests on duty will also go to other dioceses to gain experience and accumulate merit. In about a month, Ms. Daly has other arrangements."
Lu Mingfei's mind suddenly jumped: "So she is my temporary babysitter?"
"If you are willing to pay her salary," Archbishop Anthony said with empty eyes, "please also pay Bishop Elektra and me."
"Talking about money hurts our feelings…" Lu Mingfei put on Rune Grandet's expression and followed the old man towards the archive room.
As a result, just as I was about to push the door, a lady wearing a black robe with a hood, blue eyeshadow and blush, and a silver chain with a white crystal pendant wrapped around her exposed wrist opened the door in advance, chuckled and said jokingly: "Talking about feelings can easily cost money... I heard this from a little guy."
It's definitely Klein!
You don't even need to think to know who said this. Do he and Old Huang have to force all the future travelers to death before they are happy? !
"I'm sure he and I will get along well." Lu Mingfei was glad that he chose the "audience" potion, otherwise he would have to grit his teeth to say these words, "You must be Ms. Daly, nice to meet you."
"I am also very happy to work with Your Excellency in the future." Daly smiled, "Bishop Elektra is right, you are really interesting and good at starting a topic... I am actually a shy person and not good at overly direct and rough interactions. You should understand that even interpersonal relationships need to be properly lubricated."
The lady who was dressed like a "psychic" and had a charming and bright smile was not as shy as she said. Her soft voice and fragrance even reminded Lu Mingfei of the witch who became an extraordinary item without even giving his name. He wanted to turn around and run away!
"Your reaction is very similar to that little guy." Daly covered her mouth and chuckled. She took a half step back and stopped teasing the boy who was not good at dealing with mature ladies. She said in a gentle voice: "I apologize, Your Excellency."
"No, it's okay." After hearing what he just said, Lu Mingfei felt that the other party's serious tone made him a little uncomfortable, so he followed the other party's topic and continued: "If there is a chance, I must meet the 'little guy' you mentioned..."
"Maybe there will be a chance soon." Daly chuckled, "Mr. Moretti is also a very interesting kid."
"Oh? Mr. Moretti?" He deliberately looked curious.
"Klein Moretti, he is from Tingen, and was accidentally involved in an extraordinary incident." Daly explained patiently, "He should have officially joined the Nighthawks now. If he is a pure civilian staff, he should come to Backlund for further training in a while; or after becoming an extraordinary person, he will take turns here in a few years."
"I'm looking forward to it." Lu Mingfei nodded.
"I'm glad you two can find a common topic." Archbishop Anthony, who had been silent for a long time, interrupted the conversation and waved to Bishop Elektra, who had been daydreaming for a long time, asking her to come over and asked, "Have you introduced the sorting method of the relevant information to Ms. Daly?"
"Of course," Bishop Elektra replied, "Ms. Daly has a good memory."
"Because I have a friend whose memory is not that good." Daly replied with a smile, a hint of tenderness flashed in her green eyes, but it was well hidden. She continued with a smile: "Although the Sleepless One can buy us more time, you two should pay attention to sleep. Of course, the same goes for His Excellency the Favored One."
I always feel like I am just a by-product, and even they are just by-products... Lu Mingfei did not miss the fleeting tenderness, but he did not think of gossiping about the object of female admiration in front of her. He just wanted to torture Klein when he had time later to see if he knew the path of the "Insomniac", a man with a not-so-good memory.
"Does the 'Sleepless' pathway also affect memory?" he asked, following up the topic.
"Normally not." Bishop Elektra replied, turning to Daly: "But there are always priests who take advantage of the power of the 'Sleepless One' to over-expend their sleep time. Perhaps you should remind them."
"I tried, but he's a fool." Daly complained, "He never understood other people's hints."
You definitely don't mean to sleep more! Lu Mingfei leaned back slightly, and heard Bishop Elektra continue to describe the dangers of lack of sleep that may cause loss of control. He couldn't help but suck his teeth -
This chatterbox lolita is only good at dealing with little girls, and has no understanding at all in front of mature women who like to tease others. He must have suffered a lot in front of Ms. Daly before, otherwise, with Bishop Elektra's language skills, he would not have stared at the ceiling in a daze when they came in.
"Your Excellency." Lu Mingfei interrupted Elektra's chattering. He looked up and saw Archbishop Anthony looking at the middle-aged man with pity. He sighed and said, "We all understand the horror of losing control. Miss Daly will not watch her friend lose control, right?"
"Yes, I write to Tingen's night watchmen every once in a while, reminding them to monitor each other's sleep." She gestured, "He just has a poor memory, and he is still a long way from losing control."
"Oh..." Bishop Elektra frowned, feeling that the air was filled with an atmosphere that only he couldn't blend into, so he nodded somewhat disappointedly, "Then I'll go back to the library first."
"I also have work to do." Archbishop Anthony stood up and paused before leaving, reminding her, "Ms. Daly, the church does not prohibit love between believers, as long as it is free and equal."
"I understand." Dai Li nodded slightly, feeling that she was a little talkative tonight. However, she had never concealed her admiration for Dunn, but a certain idiot could not see it, and she did not dare to open her heart to him because of the past, so she could only sigh and turn to look at Lu Mingfei:
"Perhaps after your Psychological Clinic opens, I will be the first customer."
"By the way, bring your friend here as well." Lu Mingfei blinked, "I'll give you a 50% discount."Chapter 79 Left Hand to Right HandTitle of the Book: Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be God Author's name: Abandoned. Chapter word count: 2076 words Update time: 2025-06-26 16:52:27
Chatting with Lu Mingfei is a very relaxing and surprising thing, because you can neither guess what he will say next nor what you are about to say. In addition, the boy has a very casual personality and does not have the slightest airs of a follower. As long as you are willing to listen to his nonsense, even if you are a dog, he can sit on the steps and share a long list of life insights...
If only he wasn't a "spectator". Bishop Elektra, who had temporarily ended his "nanny" life, propped up his chin with the heel of his palm and stared at the empty library in boredom. In the past few days, he had become somewhat accustomed to the tacit reading time in the morning -
From time to time, Lu Mingfei would talk about his wife, Joanna, saying things like "I have the potential to be a prime minister" and "Lolita control" that were difficult to understand; he would take out a notebook from his pocket and talk one by one about the noble ladies and young ladies who had recently inquired about "Viscount Ricardo" in the church. The air was filled with a happy atmosphere.
"Alas..." The bishop felt uncomfortable all over. He closed the "Apocalypse of the Night" in front of him and planned to go to the prayer hall to look for believers who were willing to listen to his sermon. But before he got up, he heard a hurried knock on the door, so he sat back in his chair and adjusted his expression:
"Come in."
"Good morning, Bishop Elektra." Lu Mingfei pushed the door open, pulled a chair and sat down opposite Bishop Elektra in a very familiar manner.
Although the room has been moved from the archives room to the library, the interior layout is actually not much different. The only difference is that the file bags on the bookshelf have been replaced with neatly bound books. The thick book covers are put together like scales biting each other. Just by looking at them, you can imagine the feeling of being squeezed when taking them out.
Bishop Elektra's expression was numb. The middle-aged man who was still missing the other person a few seconds ago vividly demonstrated the complexity of the human heart. The corner of his eye twitched and he said, "Good morning, Your Excellency the Favored One."
"What's with that welcoming yet repulsive look on your face?" Lu Mingfei looked around, finally landing on the bishop's face, and pinched his chin as he analyzed, "Are you missing the time when we played 'funny life' in the archives room? Although Ms. Daly is not a good partner, to be honest, your rank is a bit low compared to mine, Your Excellency the Bishop."
"...I don't miss it at all." Bishop Elektra said with her neck stiff.
"It's a bit disgusting for a man to be arrogant." Lu Mingfei was still mumbling, "Or maybe he has Stockholm syndrome? I am a psychologist."
Bishop Elektra forced out a stiff smile like a PowerPoint presentation: "Sir, what on earth are you doing here? You were defeated by Ms. Daly, and you come to me to find confidence?"
"No, I haven't been to the archives room today."
"Um?"
"It's about the East District." Lu Mingfei had gradually gotten rid of his bad habit of scratching his head. He stroked his pocket watch and said, "I went to the headquarters of the Backlund Post this morning and spent 7 pounds to book a week's worth of advertising."
"Sell the house?" Bishop Elektra remembered what she had taught the boy and lowered her voice. "Are you taking action so soon? Although I helped you with the plan and promised not to tell Archbishop Anthony, you don't need to report such a small matter to me, right? No, you don't need to report to me whatever you want to do."
Whether as a member of the Church of the Goddess of Night or simply as a resident of Backlund and a friend of Lu Mingfei, Bishop Elektra was very happy that the boy was willing to work hard to improve the living environment of the residents of the East District. But no matter what his identity was, he was not suitable to get involved. Masked vigilantes were no longer in the fantasy zone of middle-aged men.
"Let me make it clear first, I don't want to be Sancho, nor do I want to be Rocinante." He had a good memory, and he remembered the difficult-to-pronounce name that came out of the boy's mouth after only hearing it once.
"If you really don't want to fight alone, go find Miss Audrey and her dog... Even Miss Dilcha and her roommate who you rescued yesterday are more reliable than me. At least no one in their family will ask you in a shrill voice: 'Why did you come back so late?' 'Where did the perfume come from?' 'Am I not beautiful anymore?' ..."
"..." Lu Mingfei looked at the bitter-looking Bishop and roughly guessed how miserable he must have been after working overtime last night. He couldn't help but draw a crimson moon on his chest and said devoutly, "May the goddess bless your marriage."
"May the goddess bless you, Your Excellency." Bishop Elektra followed instinctively, and then brought the topic back, "Don't pry into the happy life between Jonah and me. A brat like you won't understand... Tell me, what exactly do you want me to do? Be as brief as possible."
"Buy my house." Lu Mingfei summarized.
Although what happened yesterday was terrible, it was also a good opportunity - those who wanted to bring benefits to the East District were either idiots or young people who had not experienced the beatings of society. It was reasonable for them to retreat after encountering setbacks. It was perfect for Lu Mingfei to let go at this point in time.
But the problem is, he doesn't really want to give up, nor does he really want to sell the house.
Even if it is just transferring money from one hand to the other, there needs to be a "Don Quixote" to take over.
"I've also thought about moving out directly and turning it into a secret base." Lu Mingfei spread his hands helplessly, "But if there's no fair 'sale', the neighbors won't even know that the place has been sold."
At this time, he couldn't help but miss Klein again. It would be great if he was in Backlund. The two were of similar size and age, and they knew what Lu Mingfei wanted to do. They were likely willing to help pretend to be Don Quixote and come to buy a house. In comparison, Bishop Elektra was not so suitable. Even with a mask and a hat, he exuded the temperament of a middle-aged man...
"Perhaps you should become a 'hunter'." Bishop Elektra was not a "spectator" and could not see the boy's inner complaints, but she could intuitively know that he was up to no good. After a long silence, she gave a reply: "Okay, after all, I gave you the idea."
"Great, without further ado..."
"Wait!" The middle-aged man held Lu Mingfei's shoulder and said, "Let's put your house on the Backlund Post for two days."
Lu Mingfei was confused: "Why?"
That's all gold pounds! With 1 pound a day for advertising, you can rent a nice house in Cherwood, deduct the cost of food and water and gas, and you can also arrange a maid, a cook, and a servant for yourself!
"So, young people have no social experience." Bishop Elektra said in a long tone: "You posted the ad in the morning and sold it in the afternoon, which arouses suspicion... Moreover, let the incident last night ferment, but many people witnessed you..."
Table of contentsChapter 80 LetterTitle of the Book: Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be God Author's name: Abandoned. Chapter word count: 2127 words Update time: 2025-06-26 16:52:48
Backlund Queen District, Earl Hall's Manor.
The closer Audrey got to adulthood, the less homework she had to do. In addition, the Earl already knew that his beloved daughter had become a Beyonder, so even if he didn't point it out, he would still give her more time to do as she pleased. Even if she just read more esoteric occult stories, it was better than knowing nothing about that dangerous world.
As usual, the personal maid Anne sorted out the invitation letters sent yesterday, knocked on the door and walked into Audrey's room. But unlike before, today she was holding a stack of envelopes, which were compacted like a cast iron tower, standing in front of the young maid's chest, somewhat blocking her vision, but her movements were still gentle and precise, and she saluted:
"Miss."
"What are these?" Audrey turned around and blinked curiously.
The maid who was helping her with her hair moved her feet in coordination, without any pause in her work. She deftly gathered her brilliant golden hair behind her ears and spread it out, then separated a few strands into braids, which she piled high behind her head and secured with a shell-white hairpin, while the rest of the hair fell naturally along with the pearl at the end of the hairpin.
The other maids followed suit like tightly meshed gears, applying restrained and elegant makeup to "Backlund's most dazzling jewel" and embellishing it with "rose tea" perfume. After natural evaporation, it would emit a just right elegant fragrance during the afternoon meeting...
If she is willing to be a vase noble, Miss Audrey only needs to breathe and smile to survive in Backlund, and the rest can be left to the maid. Anne couldn't help but flash thoughts through her mind, and shook slightly, throwing away the talkative viscount's shadow, and took the initiative to explain:
"This is an inquiry letter sent to Montgomery Manor. It has not been completely completed yet, so it was forwarded here."
The advertisement in the Backlund Daily has begun to show results. The influence brought by Audrey Hall's golden signboard has far exceeded expectations. In addition to the capital, young people in nearby cities have also seized this opportunity to try to establish contact with Count Hall's jewel in the crown.
"Because these are the first batch of letters, they may have special meaning to you." Anne knew her young lady's character and knew that she would easily read the letters herself out of strong curiosity, so she did not flip through them without permission, but took them all.
"I really can't imagine my life without you, Anne." After the other maids finished their work and bowed and left the room, Audrey stood up and hugged her personal maid, sharing some of the taste of "rose tea" with her, and praised her, "You are always so reliable."
She took the stack of letters and began to read from top to bottom. But most of them were familiar names. Young nobles from Backlund appeared one by one, with flowery congratulations, but none of them were real psychological counseling. The excited girl quickly lost her desire to read, puffed her cheeks and said:
"Why all compliments? I think this is also a kind of mental illness."
"Because you are not even interested in commenting on them." Anne gently pointed out the other person's thoughts, "Compared to these congratulations, your focus these past two days has been on the East District."
"Annie~" The noble lady crossed her legs and acted coquettishly.
"Impossible, Miss." The maid closed her eyes, ignored the charm of her own lady and shook her head, "I will never let you go to the East District! Earl Hall will never agree to it!"
This is the bottom line. Just as Lu Mingfei thought, the innocence that Earl Hall carefully nurtured should not be worn away by messy things. The East District is a land of material poverty, and the lack of material will inevitably lead to the lack of other things. The middle-aged man who already has a small belly is just an ordinary father when it comes to his daughter.
The only difference is that he has dirty money, but he can protect purity.
Anne sighed quietly, but in the end she couldn't resist her mistress's stubborn gaze. She took out a fully cut newspaper from the lining of her maid's skirt. The layout and style were as close to the Backlund Daily as possible, but a closer look revealed that it was a poor imitation. After all, the Post was not a commercial giant spread all over Loen, and even the advertisements looked a bit messy.
"This is Viscount Ricardo's property in the East District," the maid explained. "He is also leaving that area. Miss, perhaps you could listen to his opinion first."
"House for sale?" Audrey asked doubtfully, "I didn't even know he bought a property in the East District. What kind of trouble did he run into?"
"It's his friend." Anne recalled the known intelligence. "Last night, someone witnessed Viscount Ricardo running wildly on the streets of Cherwood. It was disgraceful. Earl Hall has suppressed the matter. According to the investigation, Viscount Ricardo's friend committed 'intentional injury' in the East District. He took the other party away from the police station under the identity of 'Darkness Follower' and obtained a letter of forgiveness."
Isn't this against Loen law? Usually, a letter of forgiveness is required before taking the prisoner away... Audrey rubbed her fingers together, thinking there was something else going on, so she asked:
"His friend is..."
"Hugh Dilcha, a bounty hunter."
"female?"
"Well, a..." Anne gestured near her lips, "a lady about this tall. There is another roommate, you should remember her, the author of Stormy Heights that is on your bedside."
A young bounty hunter who managed to make a name for himself in the East End; a famous writer whose only name appeared in literary salons; and a viscount who had connections to the East End for unknown reasons... Audrey couldn't figure out how these people got together.
Her thoughts were somewhat scattered. She stood up and compared her height with the maid, then raised her hand from her chin, recalling the descriptions of Lu Mingfei and Lady Sissi in "Storm Heights". She couldn't help but tremble her shoulders and suppress her laughter - a single viscount and a divorced writer with children, this kind of fantasy was really too rude!
Audrey stuck out her tongue in her heart to apologize to Lu Mingfei, and turned on the "audience" state to calm down: "Well, Mr. Lu Mingfei doesn't want to say it, maybe I can get some information from the two of them... Send an invitation to Miss Wall for the literary salon this afternoon."
"Okay, Miss." Anne nodded and turned to look at the half-opened letters on the table. "What about these consultation letters?"
"Just some meaningless congratulations." The girl put them away, not intending to look at them again. But the moment she picked them up, she smelled a familiar scent that was different from perfume, so she flipped through them again.
Sure enough, she found an envelope that looked familiar, with cold colors and the scent of moonflowers. It was extremely similar to the one that Lu Mingfei had previously entrusted the Bishop to deliver. The address was still Montgomery Manor, but the recipient was not Audrey, but Ricardo Mingfei Lu.
As for the signature——
Klein Moretti.