Angel on earth

It was not until evening that Aaron and Mikhail left Joyce's house.It can't be blamed on the women inside. After all, Joyce was injured so badly, but he recovered so well in just half a month. Even Mikhail was relieved for her.

On the one hand, Mrs. Wood firmly believed that it was because she and her daughter prayed in the morning every day and strictly followed the laws of the church. On the other hand, she paid Aaron a lot more for the consultation fee.Aaron touched his arm, which had finally recovered and had enough flesh to support his sleeves, and accepted the envelope of banknotes with a smile.

Joyce had just woken up, and in addition to physical discomfort, there were also psychological shadows that needed to be taken care of.The two men, Aaron and Mikhail, were inconvenient, and Jane had to stay with her all the time, but the maid didn't complain, and talked to Joyce more carefully than anything else.

The Viscountess's first waking up was very short. Aaron explained her current physical condition and precautions to her and Jane, and she fell asleep humming.After all, Mrs. Wood was old. Although she was excited, and Joyce's current situation could not be explained much, she still ordered the servants to act in an orderly manner.Aaron declined the dinner invitation, and led Mikhail into the slightly cold evening.

Susan sent Aaron to the gate, and the latter asked her to go back early. It was still very cold at night in Noren; although Lieyang City embraced a huge snow-capped mountain, it was not so cold in the same early summer.

Susan drew a sun cross on her chest, and said solemnly and gloomily, "That's because of God the Father's blessing. A country like Noren that rebelled against my Lord's will will naturally be betrayed by warmth and happiness."

Aaron wanted to comfort her by saying "that's not what he said," but Mikhail had already driven the carriage over.This is also one of the incredible things about Mikhail. No one has ever questioned how he, a blind man, can work as a coachman.The doctor pushed his glasses, looked at the carriage without blinking, answered vaguely, shook hands with her briefly to say goodbye, and got into the carriage.

The woman in black mourning clothes wrapped her shawl tightly and entered the house without staying too long.On the road ahead, Mikhail turned around and asked, "Where are we going?"

"I've made a reservation for the newly opened 'Lemongrass' restaurant." Aaron leaned against him in the carriage and said, "Feed you first, then talk about other things, Misha."

"Oh!" Mikhail suddenly cried out in frustration.Aaron turned around in surprise, leaned on the small window and asked, "What's the matter, Misha?"

The white-haired boy scratched his hair a little shyly, and turned his head around, as if to see if anyone was watching his joke: "I booked the seat, and I made it tomorrow."

Aaron said, "What's the big deal, let's go straight to City Hall and find Marino Jr. I think it's time for him to eat too."

"That's good." Mikhail thought about it seriously, and added, "The city hall also imported a batch of Long Island tulips for him."

And so an hour later, Vincenzo Marino, strapped to the ceiling with a napkin in his mouth, watched in horror as two thugs sat in his drawing room for dinner.

The tall, thin, brown-haired man tied him to a gas lamp, causing his eyes to ache, while he rummaged around, fished out two whale oil candles from a drawer, and lit them.And he knew the white-haired boy who sat obediently at the dining table washing tulips from beginning to end, even if the other party's sunshine-like blonde hair at the turn of spring and summer turned white, even if the middle of those dreamy blue-purple eyes had a golden hole Pupils vertically, but he recognized Mikhail Kupala.

Mikhail Kupala hangs out with such an impolite scoundrel who allows him to torment a nobleman like this, and acts as if he's just here for a meal cooked by Aiden's cook, or he, the host, is sloppy invited.

Aaron found a bottle of apple distilled wine, opened it and sniffed it decently, filled three wine glasses with satisfaction, then sat down by candlelight, and prayed with Mikhail before dinner.

Before that, Mikhail kidnapped Marino and forced him to dismiss the nearby servants and guards, and Aaron pushed the dining car from the kitchen.At this moment, musketeers in red shirts and high hats were patrolling the yard, but Marino lost his temper on the first day of his arrival because of the quality of the curtains. hell.

Aaron took off his gloves, picked up a golden tulip and sniffed it, while Mikhail, unknowingly, shrugged his nose, and precisely picked out the vegetables he didn't like from the deep-mouthed plate and put them into an empty plate , pushing the latter over the edge of the third wine glass.

"That's right, it won't cause waste, Misha." Aaron opened his eyes and said nonsense, and added the truth, as if that could make the previous sentence reasonable, "—although, feeding the little Marino itself It's a waste."

Mikhail took a sip of the tomato meat sauce, frowned, swallowed it anyway, and poured the rest directly into the plate that belonged to Vincenzo Marino: "It's terrible. The chef must not be real. Aiden."

"Is it really that bad? I'm sorry, Misha."

"It's not special either... It's just that it's not enough to be an Aiden. You know, even Jonathan can bake cookies."

"Then I think maybe saints can do these things, and you can do everything well." Aaron picked off a petal near the inside, and fairly defended the chef.Mikhail poked the white bread and said:

"Anna can only drink, but Constant and Rollins can bake cookies."

Aaron laughed, propped his cheeks, and looked at his face by the candlelight: "What are you talking about, Misha?"

Mikhail swallowed his drink and shook his head honestly: "Well, I admit... I'm still embarrassed, Aaron. Although Vincenzo Marino is, uh, a bad guy, when we eat Don't let him watch!"

Aaron shook the untasteful wine in his glass, and said with a low smile, "Why, good Misha?"

"This is the time for the two of us alone." Mikhail said seriously, "I don't want anyone to disturb us."

So Aaron stood up, walked to him and kissed his lips, then cut the hemp rope, picked up the little Marino who fell hard on the ground, and threw him into the bathroom.

Before closing the door, the doctor tried his best to show a gentle smile to the expensive and gorgeous glass mirror, and kept it back in front of Mikhail.The boy just put a fork of something into his mouth, bit the fork and blinked his eyes, thought for a while, and suddenly said firmly:

"Victor hasn't been here for a long time."

"What's wrong with him?" Aaron sat down again, staring at the flowers on the plate, looking for the next target.

Mikhail lowered his voice, as if he had discovered some beautiful but somewhat unspeakable secret: "He is in love with Jane."

Aaron raised his head: "Victor?"

"Ah."

"That's strange... Well, do you know what he's doing now, Misha?"

Mikhail thought for a while: "It seems that he is doing some small business while running errands for people. Didn't we hire him when we first came last year, and we used that money as the principal."

"That's only five pounds!" Aaron said, surprised and admiring. "If I only had five pounds, I'd go to the monastery to collect donations. I can't live in poverty."

Mikhail also nodded, and admitted: "I can't do it either. Or rather, we won't get there, because it's as easy for us to rob as it is to make money.—Don't talk about that, Aaron, I Just worry about him and Jane."

"Let me see..." Aaron chewed the petals and looked up at the ceiling, "If he could make money, Joyce would want Jane to marry him because her financial situation is not good; but Jane would like to stay Take care of Joyce... Well, you kind of like Victor, don't you, Misha? Then I don't worry about him. I've encountered similar situations before. , asked her to make a will to leave things to the maid, and return them both to be exempted from slavery. In the end, the man poisoned the mistress first, and after marrying the maid and living in the mansion, he killed the maid. I was invited by him Let me find out who went to attend the maid's funeral."

"I guess you ended up chasing him."

"It's not a punishment, Misha, you have to know...I actually don't have so much kindness, not as much as you. In the end he was more unlucky, I'll go...I remember it was in the Lyudmilla Castle of the Federation, the monastery was called I don't remember what, it was close to the 'meeting of nine', I was in a hurry, he was there for the maid's funeral, and he didn't come out. Actually I didn't want to kill him, and I shouldn't. The reason why I found his problem , because it was found out that his parents were murdered by the mistress's parents when he was a child. He grew up in a stable, ate and drank with the livestock, and the Commonwealth winters were no warmer than Barton's. Maybe he was right, but he That poor maid should not have been killed, she is a bit like a distant cousin of mine..."

"'Nine-member Conference' - in 1490 in the divine calendar, the cardinals of the nine dioceses of the Federation gathered on the banks of the Ross River in order to better unite with each other and educate the people. But before the meeting began, all nine bishops died, which opened up the federation. The prelude to the confrontation with the church." Mikhail's tone was brisk, with a little nostalgia, and no reproach, "I was eight years old at the time, and I was locked up for a long time."

Aaron asked in astonishment, "Why, Misha?"

This time, Mikhail shook his head, and a sly smile flashed away: "I won't tell you now. We're talking about Victor and Jane!"

Aaron curled his lips: "We are obviously here to ask Mr. Marino Jr. Well, let's help Victor. —— He has not only one sister, Christine, but three, and there are two above Brothers and sisters who have their own families. But you don’t have to worry too much. If you think Joyce, Jane and Victor are good people, then all you have to do is to help Joyce see if the man Jane picks is reliable. Spectrum. As long as everyone is a good person, and you give some blessings, the ending should be good!"

"Is that so?" Mikhail tilted his head.Aaron nodded slowly. "Nothing is perfect.—But you are."

"Aaron!" Mikhail called, but there was no more.He ate the not-so-delicious dinner sullenly, stood up and cleared the table, and kicked the base of the wall sullenly and willfully, but he still remembered to hold back his strength.

"Let's begin the interrogation of Vincenzo Marino."

He turned around, and when his golden vertical pupils turned to Aaron, his voice and expression had returned to the usual cheerfulness, but there was still a little blush on his face, out of the 16 years of education he had received that taught him not to be complacent. guilt.He shook his right hand and said:

"We're going to ask him about his role in the Crystal Mine thing, what's his purpose, is there any connection with Tristan Hardy, but I think it's Miss Thomson first. You can smell it, I can feel it... ...the vampires we killed that day were her family, right?"

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