Angel on earth

Jeanne knocked on the bedroom door.

Since having Mikhail, she has changed from a live-in maid to a temporary worker, but the salary remains the same, so everyone is happy.But today he was not very happy. Mikhail's expression told Aaron that his dear and capable housekeeper hadn't had time to deal with the mess downstairs.

Mikhail turned his face away as if nothing had happened, his ears were flushed.This act of refusal to confess was too naive and ordinary, not like what a saint like Mikhail should do. Perhaps he had never stalked his neck before and refused to confess.Aaron lied on the bed and hissed weakly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You are so cute, Mishenka. It's okay, you can send Janna back... No, it's very cold, let's burn a fireplace for her, and just arrange the medicinal materials today."

When Mikhail came downstairs, Jeanne had already prepared breakfast.In the first few days Mikhail found it obvious that she had learned her cooking skills from Aaron or any other Noren, and now she was struggling to correct her cooking habits.In any case, at least Jeanne won't be making the gobble pie, the cult classic stuffed with honey jam at one end and bacon at the other, now.

He gave a few simple instructions, brought the food upstairs, and sat by the bed to eat breakfast.Aaron had a bad stomach in every sense of the word, muttering that he had to go downstairs later, this room needed to be ventilated by opening the windows.Aaron has a strange obsession in this regard. Even if Mikhail can pack and throw out the dirty air in the room, he still insists on physical ventilation.

Mikhail ate two coffees, milk and chicken quiche, and cream croissants.There are also a few strawberries in the croissant, which were added by the Harvest Priest himself to ripen them.The freshly picked and washed strawberry flowers and scented tea on the plate belonged to Aaron. Anyway, the strawberries belonged to the Rosaceae family.

Aaron lay on the bed and watched Mikhail eat, and for some reason he felt happy just like this.Snowflakes were flying outside the window, and it was crackling and knocking on the window. The room was warm and peaceful, with the sweet fragrance of flowers and fruits. It was a pity that Aaron didn't like the rotten smell of cream; but Mikhail seemed to like cream very much. Other factors, such a tall figure does need a lot of meat, eggs and milk to support it, and now no one is staring at his majesty as a high priest, he will still lick the cream on his fingers.Aaron decided to give the cream a try today.

Half an hour later, Aaron wore a shirt, trousers, and a thick overcoat and went downstairs to the fireplace to warm up, and ordered Jeanne to clean up the pharmacy.He taught Joanna to read and write, mainly in the most authentic Old Sinai language, so that she could easily read the labels on the jars.She went out to look for a job in her spare time, but Aaron didn't care and encouraged her. After all, he had to fire her, but he was too embarrassed to speak up until she found another job.

Mikhail quickly finished dealing with the traces upstairs, changed the sheets and bedding, and went into the bathroom to clean.While listening to the command work in the pharmacy, Jeanna rejoiced in the heavily accented Iris dialect:

"Thank you so much, Mr. Housekeeper, Hystria! And thank you, Mr. Edwards... It's so cold that I don't need to work. Well, I mean, it's not even labor compared to what I used to do .Before the master hired me, I always spent the whole winter mopping the floor and washing clothes, and my hands became rough and hard. There is no better person in the world than you, thank you, thank you so much, I hope Father God bless with you!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Jeanna." Aaron sat on the sofa by the fireplace with his legs curled up, pushed his glasses, put down the book in his hand, and said, "Christmas is only a few days away. What gift do you want? ?"

Mikhail yelled in the bathroom: "I want that too!"

Jeanna laughed out loud, this tall boy from Abaddon was wild and unruly at all, but because the master didn't care about it, she also found it cute.She thought about it, blushed and said, "If it's possible... I'm sorry, I still..."

Aaron nodded: "I'll give you a bonus. But, Jeanna, you have to take care of yourself. Your younger brother should go out to work too, and he can't always rely on you to support him. He should take care of his sister—really Like an Aerysian."

Mikhail went out to look for a rag, and said: "Actually, there are many knights of Iris who are supported by their mistresses.—Ah, I'm sorry, Miss Jeanne, I have no other meaning...!"

Jeanna laughed out loud: "Oh, Mr. Housekeeper, no one has ever called me Miss."

Aaron is more concerned about another point: "You still know the word 'mistress'?"

"I'm not an idiot!" Mikhail picked up the rag and went back to the bathroom.Aaron laughed again, feeling that he was almost relieved, and shouted: "Mikhail!"

Mikhail came out of the bathroom again, without any regret on his face.Jeanne felt a little surprised standing on the ladder. She thought that Dr. Edwards would not play tricks on the servants.

Aaron pointed to the piano with his foot, and Mikhail quickly wiped the piano bench and keys with a flannel cloth, actually heating it.Aaron's hair was messed up like a bird's nest, and before he sat down, he leaned over to ask Mikhail to help him straighten it.Then, wearing cotton slippers, he played a rhythmic, high-pitched piece, with strong fingers and a cheerful tune.Jeanna was humming along while checking whether the medicine jars were damp and infested. She had never heard a doctor play the piano before, nor had she heard such a cheerful tune, which could almost be regarded as "unruly".

At eleven o'clock, a letter came to say that the year-end party of the Blue Narcissus Club, which was originally scheduled to be held for two years this afternoon, had to be postponed. According to the rules agreed by the members in advance, the food prepared today will be donated to the poorhouse.Aaron asked Jeanne to read the letter, corrected her pronunciation angrily, and finally punished her by bringing a glass of snake wine.In fact, he knew that this was Jeanne's survival wisdom, she was just pretending to be afraid of those dead snakes.

Mikhail made a lunch himself, which opened Aaron's eyes.One of the most exquisite masterpieces is the dessert: four-color rose nut cake.The base is butter biscuit crumbs, and nuts and meringue are used to make a lifelike rose with petals in red, pink, blue and white - it's hard to tell if you don't smell it carefully and touch it with your hands This cake and Aaron's plate made of Milanese, dried osmanthus, side marigolds and the real rose on top, even the fragrance, texture and dew are done!

Anyway, there was no one else, and the three of us sat at the same table and had the same lunch. Aaron said, "Jeanna, if you go to work in someone else's house, you must be careful. It's against the rules, but I don't mind Like the rules, I think we are all supposed to be equal, right?You have already learned to read and write, and you know how to play the piano, right?You can find a better job and marry a better family.Although it is still the age of slaves, it is still very difficult, but at least you have a little chance, and you will be happy, Jeanne.

We look strange, Mikhail thought, eating his share of stew.This is how ordinary citizens in Potosí live. Several members of a family sit at the table to eat and drink soup. While serving the soup for grandma, the mother nags and warns the children not to cause trouble.

Bubbles of happiness were blowing out of his lungs, and he couldn't help but giggle.Aaron sighed, pushed the white bread in front of him in front of him, and said:

"You're smiling so hard that your teeth are showing, Mikhail. What if you get dirty?"

Mikhail hastily held up his spoon to take a picture, and when he saw a mouthful of white teeth, he muttered, "You're playing tricks on me."

"Isn't it natural for the master to tease the servants? God the Father still teased Abraham." Aaron whistled, ate the last petal, and went to distill the essential oil in the small room next to the pharmacy.The days when the factory could mass-produce cheap essential oils had inflated the price of his artisanal goods, and he had to work hard to make back the money for that morning's soiled Ocampo velvet rug.

The snow has almost stopped, and the sunshine along the coast is good. After all, Mikhail can actually stop the snow, but Aaron remembered Mikhail's face in the snow at night, so he didn't think about it. something happened.He hummed a song softly, and then thought that he would have to find excuses to sit at home for the next few days, and the snow melting season was the coldest.

In the end, Aaron turned down the meeting of the Blue Narcissus Club, fiddled with herbal essential oils and candles at home, and made a soothing candle out of bear fat, which Mikhail blessed and then sent to his dear goddaughter Margaret.For this reason, Mikhail held a small mass in the living room to bless the candle, because he thought Aaron's goddaughter was his goddaughter, so he was mercilessly ridiculed by Aaron.

Two days later, the snow had almost melted, but the falling temperature did not recover easily.Mikhail said that it will snow for a few days. Yaranburg, a place where human beings are traded and abused, will have an endless snowfall on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, which is very festive.Aaron shrugged and said let it go, we still have a lot to celebrate.

A Jebusite woman came to visit the clinic rubbing her hands and had a cup of hot tea before her husband hurried over.Mikhail will feel somewhat embarrassed now: the Jebus tribe is the aborigines in the area of ​​Lieyang City. At the beginning, they shared a piece of land with the believers of the early church and worshiped the same god. , the inhabitants of the branch of Moses and Aaron grew in power, and with the acquiescence of Mithras, the aborigines were expelled from the land of Canaan.Now the Jebusites are still following the festivals and laws of the early church, and the church has experienced several descendants of God, and has changed many customs.

Generally speaking, the church believers and the Jebusites can still live in peace, and they will not despise them like they look down on the Abaddons and blacks, but it is only limited to this, and the Federation people receive more respect in Canaan.The visiting Jebusite woman lived in Honey Lane in the Oak District, a street populated by Jebusite people, with three-storey villas with gardens on both sides and small apartments shared by several families. At the end of the alley was a low bungalow.Every September or October, while the others went to their respective churches, the people of Honey Lane, rich and poor, pitched tents in the yard or in the passage for the nine-day Feast of Tabernacles.