noble pharmacist

Anderson understood why Ryan insisted on coming to Oak City.The day after speaking with Bailey he went to a packed bar.Anderson was sitting at the bar drinking gin in boredom. Ryan took out a copper sign of a double-headed eagle and dangled it under the nose of the boss. Then he followed into the back room and came out with a heavy sheepskin in his hand. The bag swayed like gold coins.

Oak City looks like an ordinary town, but after living for a long time, you will find that it is more prosperous than other places: bakeries, flower shops, restaurants, and blacksmiths are all available.The street is a neat stone road, and there are stone flower beds on the side of the street.Many well-dressed children were chasing and playing on the street, and the carriages scattered as they rattled past.

Every evening the sweet smell of baking bread fills the town, from neighborhood to neighborhood.

There is a fixed assembly time on weekends, and Bailey the Black Bear will explain the latest resolution to the citizens on the square, and punish the convicted criminals in public.

In the very center of Oak City is a huge square with a high platform in the middle.Go up the long steps, with the gallows on the left and the guillotine on the right.

The bodies of those executed were immediately lowered and buried in an open space reserved for the penitent behind the chapel.

Anderson had to admit that the town run by the Liberals was much more orderly than Chateau Ayer under the aristocracy.The people are more satisfied, rich, democratic and free.

"With such a big site, aren't you afraid of the Royal Knights?"

"The Royal Knights have long disliked Oak City, but they can't take care of things. Here, Earl William pays a lot of tribute every year, and the Earl turns a blind eye. In addition, self-government is a The privilege of tax-paying towns—they can’t catch any evidence of involvement with the Liberal Party. There are a large number of spies every year, but the people here have a very strong awareness of guarding against the lackeys of the Royal Knights.”

"However, the Royal Knights seem to have moved again recently." Ryan shrugged.

Ryan bought a new carriage, added winter clothes, gave Cecilia a new bracelet, and then took Anderson to a tailor's shop to order a fine dress.Through the full-length mirror, Anderson saw Ryan holding the exaggeratedly colored oriental silk and gesticulating on him, his eyes slit into a smile.

"There must be lace trim on the lantern sleeves, and the buttons must be covered with satin of the same material—the bare pearl buttons are exquisite, but the wrapping with exquisite materials can create a sense of unity, making the dress withstand pickiness..."

Ryan was very excited, and Anderson was extremely dissatisfied: "Are you making a wedding dress?"

Ryan hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek: "Yes. My dear, I suddenly feel insecure, and I think it's best to act quickly."

Anderson was in no mood for his gags.While the tailor was measuring his clothes, he kept noticing a group of children throwing stones at each other outside the shop.Look carefully, a group of children are throwing stones at a little boy with red hair.The little red-haired kid fought back by grabbing a handful of pebbles he picked up from the lake.

"Royal lackeys!"

"Get out of Oak City!"

Lane was paying, and Anderson chased him out.

Turning and turning, the local children stopped chasing, and the red-haired boy was still running.Anderson stopped him at the end of an alley: "Tony! Stop!"

The little brat slammed into the door at the end of the alley, a bump the size of a goose egg appeared on his head.Tony Stone, the boy who delivered dinner to Anderson at Fort Aiye, pressed his forehead aggrievedly: "You are the lackeys of the royal family! You are not loyal to Denton and His Majesty..." He suddenly raised his head with a look of surprise: " Huh, Mr. Anderson?"

Anderson stuck a few crushed mint leaves on the kid's forehead and asked him why he was here.The little kid was reluctant to speak, but the wooden door behind him suddenly opened.

A young man with short silver hair leaned forward: "Tony, who are you talking to?"

"Lord Albert, this is my friend Mr. Anderson, who has treated my mother before." The little boy said.

The silver-haired young man named Abel narrowed his eyes and looked at Anderson, and pushed open the door: "Oh, that's it. Since he is my brother's friend, please come in and have a cup of tea."

Anderson frowned—Tony called him "my lord"...the two were clearly not brothers.

Very ordinary resident room, more comfortable than usual.There was a thick wool rug on the floor, and the white jacquard tablecloth on the dining table was beautiful.It was time for afternoon tea, and the tableware on the table was made of silver, polished and polished by a silver-haired young man named Abel.He knocked on the door of the inner study and brought in the silver teapot and refreshments on a tray.

Someone in the door sighed: "Abel, no need. Bring in the bandages and medicine."

It took only a moment for Anderson to recognize whose voice it was.

It must have been more calm, accurate, and without emotion/color at the beginning.

The silver-haired youth took the tray out again, and went in again with clean bandages and herbs.When he walked, his waist and legs were straight and straight, reminiscent of a specially trained knight squire.

The wound seemed to be in pain, and the person inside the door could hear a slight groan as the bandage was changed.The little kid pulled Anderson's sleeve: "Master Marquis misses you very much."

Anderson suddenly came back to his senses, the teacup in his hand fell to the carpet with a bang, and the hot black tea splashed on him.

The movement inside the door suddenly stopped, and Abel poked his head out with a look of reproach, and then retracted and explained a few words.

There was a sudden silence at the door.

Anderson stood up to leave.

When he reached the door, the door of the study creaked open.

"Wait." Anderson turned around and saw Seth leaning on the door frame, "Master."

He was only wearing slim-fit trousers, and his bare upper body was wrapped in bandages from the waist up.There were bright red blood stains on the newly changed bandages.Seth looked a little tired, his eyebrows and eyes were deeper, and his face was much thinner than when we met last time.

Anderson suddenly remembered the man in the cloak who knelt down to him on the other side of the lake a few days ago, and suddenly felt that he understood who it was.

"Are you injured?" Anderson regretted after asking, remembering that this should be the wound he left when he stabbed Seth in the heart.During this period of time, he only cared about Ryan, and completely forgot that Seth was no less injured than Ryan.

Seth said nothing, just looked at him.

Anderson walked out resentfully.

After walking two steps, he felt something shaking in his pocket, and Anderson reached out to protect it, and the dragon egg rolled out if he was not careful.

He fell straight to the ground.

It split in two with a snap.

Anderson's heart turned cold when he looked at the baby dragon egg.

Then one crawled out of the broken eggshell...

lizard?

Just under five inches long, a dark, reptile.It has no wings yet, but there are two small protrusions on its back, which may or may not be able to grow into bone wings.The little thing has a small head, a pig nose, a long black tail, and a pair of big, watery black eyes looking sadly at the broken eggshells on the ground.The expression was aggrieved, like a victim whose house was destroyed by a tornado.

After the silence of the house, it crawled to Anderson's feet, scrambled casually, started to crawl towards Seth, and finally stopped at the side of the pair of black gem-studded boots, curled up in a small ball.

Anderson was devastated.

"Maybe you should wait for the clothes to dry before leaving." Seth opened the study door and suggested tepidly.

As soon as the door opened, Xiaolong followed him and crawled in.

There was a pure white comfortable wool rug from Cornwall, and a walnut table by the window, on which were scattered some letters, two quills, and a seal of wax.The curtains were half drawn, and in the shade stood an upholstered armchair.A pot of warm charcoal fire was burning brightly next to it.The freshly boiled black tea soaked Anderson's entire thigh, and the skin on the inside was burning and painful.Seth put him on the armchair, half-kneeled down to check for a moment, and began to untie his belt: "The skin is burned, you have to take off the pants. Otherwise the fabric will grow together with the flesh of the wound."