The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

"...it is surprising that the rebels should have so many guns, even a cannon...but dear mother, you need not worry, these ragtag bands, on a normal day, don't even have a I can’t even find a job to support myself, not to mention how embarrassing it is for us real soldiers who have received strict formal training..."

The butler slowly read the letter from Alan Stone to Mrs. Arundell, his tone more rigid than usual.

Alan Stone performed well in countering the rebellion, and this young man was exceptionally promoted to captain.Knowing that the Earl of Arundel had played no small part in his ascension, the men of high society recognized at once that a young military star was on the rise.

Not only those men, Alan Stone is also famous among the noble ladies in the capital.His miniature in military uniform was printed in newspapers, and the blurred images did not detract from his handsomeness. The description of his blond hair and blue eyes aroused the natural romantic fantasy of young women.

Everything related to Alan Stone has become a hot topic at the afternoon tea time of noble ladies. It is said that some unmarried girls even cut out his portrait from newspapers and secretly pressed it under the pillow. When they read popular novels before going to bed, they need to fantasize When eloping with a strange young man, Alan Stone became the No.1 choice that appeared in their minds.

The countess was also immersed in the beautiful imagination caused by the bright future of her youngest son and couldn't extricate herself, making the housekeeper repeat this belief over and over again.

After an excited soliloquy, she asked the steward, "Dear Ward, has there ever been a captain younger than Allen in our country?"

When she usually needs to share her feelings with others, she always turns to Mrs. Brown, but now her concern is "outside things", which Mrs. Brown doesn't understand.

As the only man in the villa who has anything to do with "nobility", Ward, the housekeeper, did not hear the hostess' question.He thought she was still talking to herself, and even though she was still standing upright, his mind was actually empty, and he even yawned secretly.

"Ward? Ward!" the Countess raised her voice in dissatisfaction.

The butler was startled by her shout, and his body shuddered as if he had been stabbed by someone. Then he realized what was going on, and hurriedly apologized for his gaffe just now, and replied: "Master Alan The promotion is really fast, even Napoleon, he was promoted to the rank of captain after the age of 20."

He even compared Alan Stone to that shameful usurper, and the countess was sure that he had been absent-minded.

The lady liked his usual cautious solemnity, and showed disgust at his impreciseness at this time, and asked Mrs. Brown beside him: "What's wrong with Ward? I think he has been sleepy these days."

Mrs. Brown and Ward, the housekeeper, have been working in the villa for more than 20 years, and the two have a close friendship.She gently explained to the hostess: "Mr. Ward has not been feeling well lately, so he needs more sleep."

The countess frowned, "Did you not sleep well? Then you have to adjust yourself as soon as possible, the count is going home soon, don't let him see you looking lazy." She paused and reminded: "Don't let the earl be dissatisfied with you, otherwise my preference alone cannot guarantee your current status in the villa."

The housekeeper understood the pros and cons, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly bowed slightly to the hostess, "I understand, madam, thank you."

Butler Ward, as usual, climbed into bed unbearably sleepy after serving the hostess for dinner.Before going to bed, he specifically checked the door lock—generally, decent people should not lock it when they sleep, showing that he did not do anything nasty in bed, but he was too scared...but this lock seemed to be It's useless, or this lock is only useful for people, but for those things...

The butler remembered the terrible scene he had to face every morning, so he quickly closed his eyes and trembled under the quilt.But there is no need to worry, he is as sleepy as every night before, as if possessed by a ghost, and he only needs to shake for a while before he can fall into a deep dream.

Grace dragged out the box from under the bed, and took out a skirt that had been cut into pieces. This was Orisa's favorite skirt, and he had cut a hole after another.

Grace gently smoothed the lace of the neckline and said softly, "You don't blame me, do you?"

He laid the skirt flat on the bed, found a suitable position at the hem of the skirt, and skillfully cut out a piece of palm-sized baby-shaped fabric with scissors.