Angel on earth

Mr. Martin just bowed his head and smoked, looking a little fierce.Aaron had to persuade: "It's not her fault, Sergio. After all, she is the one who suffers."

"A woman like that...well." Mr. Martin waved his hand, leaned back, and put one hand on the railing, "We are also useless, but...but why...?"

"Is the other party willing to take responsibility?"

"Shit, you know who that is." Martin pointed his pipe-holding pinky finger to the sky, and said gloomily, "God knows how she got involved with people."

"Ah, this..." Aaron looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the bridge, and tapped the beat on his leg with his free hand, "Miss Thomas attended the banquet at Perrin's house last month, didn't she? Mrs. Perrin praised her as an excellent woman, and she was not too young—”

Mr. Martin suddenly gave him a fierce look: "The old man doesn't know about this, does he? Could he be involved? Damn it, I think it must be so! I knew that Morris was her distant relative, and said Maybe it's her, the stinky of the Peilan family!" After cursing, he let out a sigh of relief: "But what can we do?"

Aaron laughed lowly: "If you really think so, I'll tell you some news—don't say I revealed it."

Mr. Martin pricked up his ears.Aaron leaned over calmly and said, "Master de Perrin is about the same as Miss Thomas...you can push this matter to him."

The man was choked by the smoke, and Aaron quickly patted him on the back, only to see him give him a thumbs up.When he straightened up, Mr. Martin became the strategizing businessman again, and he took the doctor's shoulder affectionately to go home, ready to work with his wife to find a way out for her sister.

But while Sergio Martin was happy, he couldn't hear Aaron's teeth grinding under his smirk.Fortunately, all these people took a shower and changed clothes the day before the Sunday, otherwise Aaron would have run away.

The Martin family lived not far away, in the Fountain District, and the two men arrived after a short walk.The roof of the three-story building stretched in all directions, smoke was rising from the chimneys, and servants were busy coming and going.Mr. Martin handed the hat to the maid, took Aaron and followed Mrs. Martin to the attic, and the two male servants quickly closed the door; they thought Miss Thomas had a cold or tuberculosis, and they didn't dare to get too close.

Mrs. Martin had already torn off her festive hat and wore a scarf over her shoulders, looking anxious and impatient, but she was the first to climb up to the attic.

A girl with black hair and blue eyes was tied to a bed and her mouth was gagged with cloth strips.Mr. Martin explained that this was the reason she had been struggling to die.

Mrs. Martin took a deep breath, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said softly, "Margaret."

The girl in her early 20s rolled her eyes slowly.Aaron put the medicine box on the table, took off his gloves and washed his hands, said "sorry", pinched her wrist to identify it for a while, and suddenly shrugged:

"If you can trust me, get an abortion. Anyway, Father Morris won't go around talking about it, and no one will dare to say anything about him. Take care of yourself, and you're still the most beautiful girl on the street."

The Martins all changed their faces, and Margaret trembled suddenly.Aaron put on his gloves, stepped aside, looked at Mr. Martin and said, "You have to think about Miss Thomas. Where can a girl who loses her virginity before marriage go, a convent? Renew her relationship with Bishop Morris? Make a decision early. "

The couple looked at each other and nodded solemnly.Mrs. Martin saluted gratefully: "Thank you, thank you so much, Mr. Edwards! To be honest, this is the best result, and we will pray for you..."

Mr. Martin nodded again and again, and wanted to go forward to hug the doctor, but was grabbed by his wife. He suddenly came to his senses, shook his hands and said with a smile: "Yes, none of us will speak out! From now on, if you have anything Trouble, you can find us!"

Mrs. Martin sneered: "Don't even think about running away with the Perrin family!"

Aaron nodded politely, not afraid of revealing the matter.Abortion is illegal, but murder is also illegal, and the crime of killing a clergyman is added to the crime. How can he care about these things!

Marguerite's blue eyes stared intently at the doctor in the sunken cheeks.The doctor stepped forward again, and with a gesture, Mrs. Martin rose to make way.

Aaron said softly, "Shh, Margaret, don't speak loudly. I promise, no one will find out, okay? This requires your cooperation. Batista came to me yesterday and asked me what your cold is." Time will be better. He really loves you, but it is his mother who did the wrong thing, so you don't have to have a psychological burden. "

While talking, he carefully untied the cloth strip on the girl's mouth, looked at her for a while, squeezed out a stiff smile, and wiped her lips with a sponge dipped in water.

The air in the attic seemed to be frozen, the setting sun shone through the narrow dormer windows, and the fine dust floated quietly.

After a while, Margaret said hoarsely, "How can I deceive him?"

"How can this be considered a deception?" Aaron patted the back of her hand, his slightly hoarse voice was subtly seductive, "Fengchi? That's what the servants guessed and said everywhere, and it's not you. You yourself I don’t want to have to suffer through all of this.”

"But……"

"Chastity is not an important thing, but the right to choose is important." Aaron interrupted softly, "Master Perrin himself also associates with other women, but has he mentioned it to you? No. This is just an even That's all, isn't it, sir, madam?"

"Yes!" Margaret's sister and brother-in-law said in unison, and even smiled slightly.

"God will punish me." Margaret stared quietly at the doctor's handsome young face, "You too, doctor."

"I'm still alive and well. If God wants you to pay the price for your victimization, then he should also pay the price for his arrogance." Aaron stroked her curly hair, "but if you can't think about it, you'll have to pay for it for the rest of your life." I was wasted in hell. If everyone keeps silent, they will all have a bright future, isn't that good?"

Marguerite made no reply, but sobbed silently.Mrs. Martin pushed her hair behind her ears, and Mr. Martin straightened his back. They became self-made millionaires again, and their wisdom and diligence were their greatest pride.

Half an hour later, Aaron declined the Martins' invitation to dinner and said goodbye to them at the door.Mrs. Martin said:

"I leave Margaret to you, Mr. Edwards!"

Aaron shook hands with Sergio, pushed his glasses, and said, "It's just a cold, a small thing. I'll come back next week, and after that it's recuperation."

Mr. Martin said with a smile: "Then, Sophie, I think you should send a message to Master de Perrin, so that the young man will not be anxious and sad."

Mrs. Martin gave him a blank look: "I'm still young."

Aaron smiled slightly, nodded again, put on his hat, and got into Martin's carriage.The coachman flicked his whip, and the car started slowly, heading towards the clinic near the Victory Cathedral.

Early the next morning, after washing his face, Aaron sat in the reception room on the second floor and read the newspaper, waiting for the merchants to deliver the goods at ten o'clock.This place is no better than Potosí, and there are no botanists who will go to the city to open plantations. In order not to attract attention, he only planted some roses and irises on the balcony, and a few bulbs of hydrangea in the house. The next is to go to the store to order.The new world across the strait is really good in this regard.

The new clinic is located on the side of Friendship Avenue. Even if it is not in the fountain area, such a detached villa with a yard is still expensive, but it also makes more residents trust the new doctor.He made himself a pot of tea and looked down at the loaded stagecoach crawling down the street.

As a vampire who is about to turn three hundred years old, the ability to learn and accept is very important. 300 years is enough for the world to collapse, but his identity requires him to quickly integrate into the new country and society. The new world is nothing but a part of society; the Siegfried Federation may be 300 years behind Noren .

In fact, not only was Aaron not abandoned by the times, but he also went ahead of the church; as early as 40 years ago, he learned how to make explosives, and used his improved formula to destroy a federal church. Afterwards, the Association of Exorcists It was agreed that it was the Great Elder who summoned the devil, and it was his own fault.

There is a bank not far from the opposite side, and the ghost knows what it means to build the bank behind the Victory Cathedral; on the other side of the bank is a building under construction.Pedestrians are hurrying on the street, new capitalists in suits and leather shoes are wearing monocles, and those whose eyes are not deep enough take out lenses decorated with gold chains from their breast pockets from time to time, holding one hand and looking around with critical and skeptical eyes, as if The residual value displayed in the small print above the heads of the workers who are trying to distinguish the curving backs and thin faces.

Aaron stroked the silver chain hanging from his glasses, curled his lips, put down his teacup, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and shook open the newspaper.

Today, the headlines on the front pages of Yaranburg Citizens Daily and Rhine Weekly are all news from Lieyang City. At first glance, people are extremely surprised. After all, no matter how you look at it, no one in a place like Rhine really worships the church.

But without taking out the magnifying glass, Aaron understood the reason and wrote it in the title.

The Rhine Weekly wrote "Jon Snow White Triumphs, the Holy Son conferred the title of 'Knight of the Styx', where does the Principality of White go?", and the Citizen of Yaranburg wrote "Princess Rose was awarded the 'Knight of the Styx' in an extraordinary way, or became a new Saints? Jon Snow White and Mikhail's relationship revealed!".

Aaron laughed.It’s not that the title is bad, but that Yaranburg really doesn’t have any godly spirit; even the most despicable Red Moon slaves in the slums know that the church has a new Holy Son, and the editors of the newspaper estimated that they were still standing in the church yesterday Pray to Mikhail and tell about him and Jon Snow White tidbits.

He actually found it very interesting, read it twice with a magnifying glass, cut out the two editions of the report, went to the study and pasted it next to the Federal oil painting, and admired it with arms crossed for a while, when the downstairs doorbell rang .

The doctor went downstairs to pick up the goods, hung a closed sign on the door of the clinic, and began to tidy up the house, moving boxes of spirits into the basement.

After all this, Aaron wiped his hands with the alcohol he had previously extracted, and sat down at the table to have lunch: a small cup of blood drawn the day before yesterday, from Miss Sofia, 11, from Sesima's family, just taken from the ice room It's still air-conditioned; a plate of washed petals, now that he has the conditions, he can pick out the tenderest buds to enjoy.It has to be said that Mikhail did not give the wrong gift at the time, the red and white roses had to be eaten together.

After eating and drinking enough, the doctor began to prepare hair oil.In fact, it is similar to the hair oil on the market. It uses 2 ounces of bear fat, half an ounce of honey, 1 drachma of laudanum, 3 drachma of artemisia powder, 3 drachma of Ocampo gum, and 1.5 drachma of reed Root ash and a proper amount of honey are mixed[2], and at most he adds some ginger root, astragalus or sesame seeds to it.But with the decline of barbers in the medical field, rich people are more and more inclined to pay more for the services of private doctors, and he is also happy to make more money.

--Pooh!Aaron spat on Bishop Maurice's share, which would slowly rot from the inside out within a year, like Father Vasily.

The author says:

[2] Hair oil recipe adapted from Ruth Goodman's "Becoming a Victorian"

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