[Black Butler] Ate that spider

At nightfall, there are many gentlemen and ladies rushing home on the streets of London. Of course, there is also no shortage of tempting aromas from restaurants on both sides of the street as the doors open and close.On both sides of the street, in the gaps of the buildings, there are usually dark corners for storing unused groceries and garbage. Everything here is covered with dust, and the accumulated dirt on the ground has long since turned greasy black, giving off a stench.

There are seven or eight wooden boxes stacked together along the wall, as well as a trash can. Looking to the side, you can see two little ghosts sitting on the ground with their knees hugged without aristocratic demeanor.

On the whole, Charles was more gracious, for he remembered to spread the handkerchief in his pocket on the floor before sitting down.

Charles and Torrance sat leaning against the wall in such a dark alley, next to dusty wooden boxes and trash cans, and the only company was a dirty dog ​​rummaging through the trash cans for dinner. black cat.

No matter how you look at it, there is a sense of sadness that makes people cry. . .

"Why did I come to this point?" Charles said depressingly, hugging his knees and pressing one hand on his gurgling stomach.

"Of course it's because of some fool. We paid all the money to the coachman..." Torrance sneered. As long as I pay the coachman one gold coin, it is considered a lot.

There was a gust of fresh wind, and the tempting aroma of baked bread in the wind, Charles and Torrance couldn't help swallowing.

"Forget it, when the bastards Claude and Sebastian find us, we will starve to death long ago. How can we pin our hopes on others? Hope should be in our own hands..." Tolan West said.

"You're right, but is there a better way?"

"It's a good idea... Actually, we can go to the hotel to stay first, and they will have three meals for free."

"If you have money to stay, why not take a taxi back to the mansion."

"Who says I have money, I just have mortgaged things." After speaking, Torrance took out a ring inlaid with blue gemstones from his pocket, showing an ambiguous smile, "That's all, it's definitely enough for us to eat. ..." Before he finished speaking, Charles grabbed the collar and lifted it up.

"Why did my ring go into your pocket!" Charles was about to go crazy. He only now realized that the Patriarch's ring that was originally on his thumb was gone. Lancey went there.

"Ariel, is this your ring? Do you have evidence? Will it respond to you? Come on, call, if he answers, I will believe it is yours, otherwise, this is Lord Torrance My dinner tonight..."

Charles didn't bother to pay any attention to him, snatched the ring, wiped it clean, and carefully brought it back to his hand, only to hear Torrance talking non-stop beside him, dinner ran away, dinner ran away. . .

"Even in the face of hardships and storms, Lord Torrance, I still have a way to get through it, and I still have this!" After speaking, Torrance took out a cufflink from his pocket, which is a cross. The base made of silver is inlaid with blue gemstones, "With this, Lord Torrance's dinner today..." Before he could finish speaking, Charles knocked him down with a punch and snatched him away. The cufflinks of the cufflinks, the clever Charles began to look through the pockets of Torrance, and as a result, he found his own shoelaces, thinking that the lost top hat had a button made of emeralds.

Charles didn't want to say anything anymore, he lifted Torrance's collar and dragged the bastard away.

"What are you doing? It hurts, Mr. Shire." Touching her brow that hurt from the knock, Torrance complained and tugged at her collar.

"What are you doing?" Charles snorted coldly, "I want to take you to the police, thief."

If he could be frightened, it wouldn’t be Torrance. He squinted, looked up at the condensed Charles, and suggested kindly: “Indeed, then tomorrow’s newspaper headline will be that the Marquis of Torrance stole Phantom Sea Oh, by the way, the Earl Phantomhin at that time was in rags, dressed like a beggar, penniless, and his stomach was growling. It's a pitiful appearance that I can bear..."

As expected, Charles paused, his stomach rumbled a few times inappropriately, his face was blushing, and Torrance covered her mouth and secretly laughed when she was in such embarrassment.

After a loud noise, Charles bypassed Torrance who was thrown into the trash can by him, and sat back to his original place with a dark face.

The only difference is that there is still a cufflink and a button in front of him, and he is really seriously considering whether to sell one of them - in this case, he will have money to call a car home.

The problem is, as an aristocrat, it's too embarrassing to go to the pawn shop to sell things.

He soon learned what real shame was.

Torrance, who jumped out of the trash can, grabbed a black wild cat in his hand, brought it up to Charles, and said excitedly: "There is something to eat, Charles, look, this one, you can peel it off Eat!" Seemingly understanding what he was saying, the black cat immediately struggled frantically, scratching red marks on Torrance's hand with its kicking hind paws, "Help quickly, Charles!"

"...you will be punished."

As soon as Charles finished speaking, the cat kicked Torrance's face with its hind legs, made a beautiful backflip in the air, and ran away without looking back after landing.

Touching the red marks on his face, Torrance said bitterly: "It's all your fault, Charles."

"Look, it's retribution." Charles sighed, and suddenly felt that it should be a thing. If he stayed with Torrance like this, he couldn't imagine what would happen to refresh the lower limit.

appeared soon.

Although the cufflinks are made of sterling silver and inlaid with good-quality sapphires, but the rules of the pawnshop are to cut a three-point profit at the beginning, and only half a gold coin in exchange for it in the end.

What is half a gold coin enough for?Buy two loaves of bread to fill your stomach, and then go back to that dirty place just now to wait for Claude and Sebastian to rescue?Thinking of the dirty ground beyond his imagination, Charles' hand inadvertently covered the ring on his hand, it was really impossible. . .No, absolutely not, the patriarch's ring is a symbol of a family, and slandering the ring is tantamount to slandering the family!How could someone sell the ring because of a little setback, how could someone do such a shameful thing. . .

How can it be. . .

"Look carefully, this one is a top-quality ruby, and the twelve diamonds around it are also top-notch. I bet you will never see such a ring a few times in your life." Appeared!Someone who insulted his family without hesitation appeared!

Charles swears with his excellent memory that that ring is definitely the head ring of the Torrance family!Seeing Torrance's tone of selling cabbage, Charles silently walked behind him, snatched the ring, and then grabbed Torrance with an angry face and walked out.

"I said..." Charles buried his face in the shadows, and said quietly, "Don't you have any sense of family honor?"

"Family... What do you feel? What is that? Can it be eaten? Is it delicious?"

Putting the ring back into his pocket, Charles raised his head and said seriously: "The ring represents not only status and glory, but also the expectation of the ancestors who also bear this surname for thousands of years. So you must understand, When you bear this surname and inherit the family, you have to understand the responsibilities and obligations on your shoulders. It comes from the family, from the surname, and the nobility that flows through the blood is you..." The rest of the words are in All the familiar voices were silenced.

"Two pieces of bread, and bacon, is there any ham, um, take some ham. How much? It was agreed in advance, I only want half a gold coin, so please give me a cheaper price for my cuteness." Let's go~~" After speaking, he showed a big smiling face, and he could almost see a materialized golden tail wagging behind his back.

Couldn't be cuter.

Charles turned his head abruptly, and it turned out that Torrance, who was originally carried by him, had already gone across the road to buy food, touched his pocket, and the half of the gold coin disappeared.

"Do you have any sense of shame? You're so cute when you buy something!" He rushed over to mention Torrance, who looked like a puppy wagging his tail. Charles really didn't want to admit that he knew this guy.

Is this guy really an aristocrat?Showing cuteness for a ham, let the dog eat all your shame!

"It's so cute." The clerk was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, blushing and exclaiming, "By the way, there are some leftover coffee here, and I will give it to you for free."

"Really?" Regardless of Charles' disdainful eyes, Torrance leaned on the counter and praised with big moist blue eyes, "You are really the most beautiful and lovely girl I have ever seen! Thank you so much!"

"What...how... makes everyone feel embarrassed..." The blushing girl took out another cake from the counter with the same hands and feet. It was chocolate-hazelnut flavored, and Charles smelled it Just know, "And...the cake...give it to you too."

"Great!" Torrance jumped up.

Charles looked at the cake with only one piece, and the clerk who looked very deceitful, hesitated for a while, put his ring back in his pocket, put it on the counter, and said silently: "Wow~~"

The world was silent for a second, and then countless aunts who appeared from nowhere surrounded them with green eyes. . .

Ten minutes later, Torrance and Charles, carrying a large bag of food, walked down the street, neither of them speaking for a while.

"Hey, Torrance, today's matter...don't say it..." Charles said while covering his red face.

"Today's matter... don't tell it." Torrance touched her belly that had been ravaged by the aunt for a long time and also covered her face.

The night had just fallen, and for the first time, Charles and Torrance, who were holding the cake in their arms, felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

woman. . .very scary. . .

The author has something to say:

I dare say, Charles, if you stay with Torrance again, you will not only lose your integrity. . .

Furthermore, because the holidays are irregular during the day, the daily update time is uncertain-but it must be before eleven o'clock in the evening.

The third thing is, why do my readers love to put things like the author in the recipes?Woolen cloth?