[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Wearing shackles, the upper body is empty, revealing a large piece of honey-colored skin.

Due to being pushed and pushed, the copper chains rubbed against his body constantly, sometimes revealing dark red marks underneath, which looked a little painful and—a little delicious.

Lydia couldn't figure out how Darcy, a standard upper-class gentleman, could sneak into the slave pile?

Uh, maybe it was because of tanning in Africa that he was caught as these slaves?

Lydia looked at her fair skin.Fortunately, I am not black.

but...

"System, what's the situation?" Lydia wondered, "Why is he here? He bound me?"

Why is he everywhere?

【Why is he a slave?I don't know...] The system paused, [I'll report it to the administrator of the virtual world, 03, maybe it's another smoke. 】

Lydia asked a few more times, but the system didn't reply her again.

The system disappeared inexplicably.

Lydia was not in a hurry to go back to the room. She leaned on the railing and looked at Darcy.

It's a rare spectacle, if you don't take a second look, it's like the circus passed by and didn't join in, and you will regret it later.

The system tells Lydia that she is enough to play casually on this ship until she disembarks——

Because she has given enough money and has a fabricated "grandfather" with a background in London, almost everyone treats her like a grandpa.I was afraid that if I was not careful, I would offend this little ancestor and cause disaster.

So it really is worth what you pay for. Her identity this time probably does not touch the principle issue, and she basically walked sideways on the boat.

Lydia watched for a while, and Darcy, who was tossed in a hurry, found Lydia standing on the boat and watching his jokes.

He frowned helplessly and glanced at her.

Oh, I can't read the joke.

Lydia walked down abruptly and stood beside Darcy.

The slave trader leaned forward fawningly, but Lydia gently pushed him away with one finger.

She gently pulled off the white glove on that hand, and then slowly raised Darcy's chin.

Darcy's hands were tied, and it was difficult for him to struggle, let alone resist.

Lydia did not miss the moment of panic in Darcy's eyes.

She and Darcy looked at each other for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed.

"He's mine," Lydia announced.

The slave trader hurriedly found out the chain that bound Darcy, and then stepped forward to hand it to Lydia in fear.

"I mean, he's mine," Lydia arrogantly stretched out her lambskin boots and kicked the hunched slave trader. "Don't you understand what it means?"

The slave trader froze.The deputy, who was still accustomed to observing words and expressions, stepped forward and handed over a large bunch of keys respectfully.

Suddenly, he unlocked Darcy's lock.

Lydia didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, so she dragged Darcy onto the boat.

She led Darcy, followed the waiter's guidance to find her own room, and then the two sat down facing each other.

"Why are you here?" Lydia looked at the ragged Darcy and asked with a smile, "Speaking of which, do you have a boat ticket?"

It was so funny, Darcy probably never lost such ugliness in his whole life.

"I was here as soon as I opened my eyes," Darcy asked in confusion, "What is the ticket?"

He didn't know why he didn't show up in the familiar place in Africa, but obviously he didn't have a ticket.

Just as the waiter came and knocked on the door, Lydia came over with a stack of clothes after a while.

"You change your clothes first," Lydia couldn't help but stuffed all the clothes to him, "It's really..."

Darcy is a little better now than if he hadn't.

When Darcy came out wearing a normal shirt, trousers and windbreaker, pulling his collar unnaturally from time to time, Lydia had already figured out the structure of her room.

A master bedroom, a second bedroom, and then the living room and kitchen.

Not to mention, it's quite big.

Seeing Darcy changed clothes, Lydia suddenly felt that the world was normal.

The waiter also brought some drinks, and she brought them over.

"This is the ship to Europe," Lydia poured herself a cup of tea, and stuffed Darcy with a cup of warm coffee.

The coffee that was just enough to hug for a while obviously calmed Darcy's mood, and he really wasn't as nervous as he was at the beginning.

"I got the ticket from mining," Lydia asked bluntly, "Mr. Darcy, how did you find this place?"

"I don't know," Darcy rubbed his teacup, "I've been here since I opened my eyes, squeezed in the middle of a bunch of people, and I don't know why..."

"In this case, you probably don't have a boat ticket," Lydia thought for a while, "I can take you in for a night, but let me say first, I won't give you the master bedroom."

Lydia boarded the ship according to the ticket. I don't know how Darcy got on the ship, but Lydia absolutely refused to give up the big bed.

However, in the same room?

"I..." Darcy obviously thought of this too.

Lydia narrowed her eyes, "Mr. Darcy, you won't tell the good-hearted me that I took you in, will you?"

She picked up the wooden plank with some gear marks on the side, and snapped it off, "Otherwise, I have no choice but to ask you to go outside."

"I don't think I'm that vile," Darcy put down his glass. "Miss Bennet, you can rest assured."

Lydia watched Darcy walk out of the room angrily, a little dazed.

"System, did I say something wrong?" She asked blankly.

The system did not answer.

She panicked a little, "System? System?"

Still no response.

Lydia sat for a while, then stood up uncomfortably.

No, she has to go out and see.

As soon as he went out, he met Darcy who seemed to be having a physical conflict with the crew.

"You are not allowed to board the ship without a ticket!" The crew pushed and shoved Darcy, "Since you can't get a ticket, you low-class man, get out of here!"

Darcy's behavior in front of her was not the same as usual. His eyes were cold, and he pinned the crew to the wall in a few moments.

Looks a little irritable, and seems a little impatient.

Lydia frowned, but quickly accepted him like this.

After all, he is a gentleman of high society, so it is impossible that he has not learned self-defense. It seems that his understanding of Darcy will change again.

"You ￥%#..." The crew kept cursing, as if even if they couldn't beat Darcy, they still wanted to take advantage of it.

Darcy punched him.

The crew shut up, but their eyes were full of viciousness, as if it meant "I want you to look good when someone comes later".

"Don't fight, you don't fight," the good show is almost over, and Darcy probably has enough fights, and Lydia stepped forward and pulled the sidelines, "I brought this gentleman up, my man, If you have something to say, why use force?"

She pretended to look at the bruises on the crew's face, "It's not good to hurt your peace."

Lydia pulled Darcy back, leaving the guy who was out of his mind after drinking a little wine behind him.

"Hey, the little boy who looks like a woman trembles when he has some money, and he doesn't know where the money came from," the crew member lay on the ground and said harshly, he spat behind them, "Come on Such a person, both of them are not fun."

Darcy clenched his fists, unable to bear it any longer.

But before he could turn around, Lydia had already walked quickly to the crew.

Rolling up her sleeves, she rushed over at a high speed, bent down and picked up the hammer beside her.

Then facing the crew, he showed a more "kind" smile than before.

"Sorry, I didn't hear clearly, what did you say just now?" Lydia squatted down hypocritically, staring at the crew members who seemed to be out of their minds.

She broke it easily, and the hammer broke suddenly like a biscuit stuffed with jam.

"Hold, I'm sorry," the crew member said subconsciously, "I was wrong."

Seeing the terrified expressions of the crew members, Lydia felt relieved.

"Next time you see us, you will know what to say and what not to say, eh?" She shook the hammer in her hand.

The crew nodded in a daze.

After threatening the crew, Lydia found that being crushed by force was too——comfortable.

She threw the broken hammer aside, clapped her hands, and shook the crumbs off her hands.

"Let's go," she dragged Darcy to the room quite casually, taking small steps happily, as if she was about to jump up.

Lydia didn't see it, but when she took Darcy's hand naturally, his ears turned red.

Darcy moved his lips, but still didn't speak, and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

After dragging her to the door of the room, Lydia realized that it wasn't Kitty she was dragging.

… No wonder the touch is not very good. Darcy's hand is a circle bigger, and the skin on the palm is also hard and rough, not as soft and white as Kitty's hand.

Lydia let go of Darcy's hand in embarrassment, and turned her head uncomfortably, "Since there is no boat ticket for the time being, you can stay with me first. You sleep on the sofa."

She pointed to the large sofa over there, and said bluntly.

Although it is very unladylike and unsafe to invite adult men to live in the same room, Lydia doesn't care.

Anyway, it's not the first time she's not a lady, and she doesn't need to be afraid since her image is completely gone.

As for safety...

Lydia squeezed her fingers.Even if the system is gone and Mr. Darcy lives with her, maybe Darcy is the unsafe one of the two.

After all, she has mastered the skill of finding diamonds in the mine, and it is no problem to punch a child.

"No need," Darcy became uncharacteristically polite, "I'll go look outside, maybe there is a spare room for a night."

He loosened his collar. "Let's not bother Miss Bennet."

"There are rooms," Lydia glanced up and down at him, "Do you have money?"

After waking up, he groped himself and found Darcy who had nothing but clothes, and fell silent.

Just as he was about to say something, he noticed a slight rustle coming from the bathroom.

The two looked at the bathroom door at the same time.

who?