Days and nights of women's clothing in front of the Duke

In addition to investigating Simon, Andy, as the Baron's daughter, also had to participate in activities that seemed meaningless to him.

But Andy simply rejected all the banquets, and asked for leave with the Noble House on the grounds of being unwell, and devoted himself to finding loopholes. Many things Darwin's identity was not as useful as his.

Andy walks to the god that Simon always waits for

Temple, with the consent of the priest, also entered the storage room.

"Who else has been here? There are many people who remember Simon."

The priest on duty sighed: "Mr. Anthony has also been here before. He stayed alone for a long time. When I came back, there was no one in the storage room. I'm afraid he was too sad and was in a trance."

He pushed open the door.

"You can stay a little longer, I will come and lock the door later."

Andy nodded and thanked the priest on duty.

blah blah.

The dark room, the simple and heavy stone walls, the tall bookshelves displaying old books, and many ceremonies and priestly supplies for prayers, Andy smelled the cold fragrance of the ice spring again.

His eyes flicked to the corner of the bookshelf, where there was a small rusty silver jug, exuding a cold and unique smell.

The room was too quiet, and Andy slowly searched for possible clues, substituting the thinking of the dead priest.

Andy walked to the desk. It was a record book. The owner organized it in a numbered manner. The handwriting was neat and spaced at the same interval. There was a bottle of blue ink and a quill on the desk, which were all wiped clean.

Rigorous people.

Andy guessed, standing in the middle of the storage room, looking out through the narrow window, nothing special, he turned his head, and faced a pair of crying red eyes.

"what!!!"

It wasn't Andy who screamed, but another human being in the room.

His reaction was terribly exaggerated, as if he was going to faint from fright, and Andy was in a hurry for a while, not knowing whether he should help or not, he could only take a step back and keep a distance from him.

"You are...Anthony."

He covered his mouth: "cough...cough cough...yes...sorry, I was too engrossed, and it was dark where you were standing. I'm very sorry, I was the one to be rude."

It seems that the young master hid in the storage room, and Andy was a little surprised: "Mr. Anthony, what are you doing in the storage room?"

Anthony's tears hadn't been wiped clean, he wiped them indiscriminately, and described himself as very haggard, with an overly sad look: "I... I'm here to remember Priest Simon, he liked staying here very much during his lifetime."

His sad appearance is not like simple remembrance, but more like losing his lover, helpless, desperate, painful and not knowing how to breathe.

"Sorry, excuse me." He turned sideways.

Andy waited quietly for him to calm down. Since he found no useful clues, he and Anthony walked out of the storage room together. Although the priest did not leave unexpectedly, he still understood his sad look.

Anthony was still young and had a simple personality. He asked awkwardly, "Do you know Priest Simon?"

Andy didn't deny it, and he didn't admit it.

He looked around along the only path. There were many palm trees planted in Themis, but the trees were not densely packed, and many flowers and plants were planted in the gaps.

"He likes to take a walk on this road very much." Anthony stood there with a dazed expression, and Andy didn't interrupt, letting him talk to himself as if he had found some outlet.

Andy listened carefully to his jaw-dropping words, like a sudden rebound after being suppressed for a long time, prompting him to confide in a stranger he never knew.

In the end, he said that there is nothing wrong or sinful, and that falling in love with the same sex is not a sin. He repeatedly confirmed to Andy that being neurotic is scary.

"If I had another chance, I would love him and wouldn't say no again, I promise."

Then Anthony wiped away his tears, as if relieved: "Thank you for listening to me so much."

Andy said, "Aren't you afraid I might tell someone?"

Anthony twitched the corners of his mouth, as if mocking: "He is dead, I have nothing to fear or care about, everything will not be worse than it is now."

He bid farewell, with heavy steps and a slightly slumped back.

Andy watched him leave and walked along the path alone.

There are no clues, it seems weird like a joke, but no useful evidence can be found.

He thought of what the duke had said: "I'm sure you'll get nothing."

At night, Andy received an invitation from the Duke. The carriage stopped at the gate of the mansion, and the young gentleman helped the beautiful lady to board the carriage.

The Duke wore a formal three-piece suit today, with a bow tie and headband of the same color. His emerald green eyes were gloomy and calm, as if he had expected it: "Have you got any useful news?"

Andy shook his head honestly, the Duke paused, his eyes seemed to be blaming, or persuading.

"The longer the time drags on, the less information you can get. Obsessing over unearthing the real truth will make you lose time. The humanoid trial is about to begin."

The Duke didn't look directly at Andy, rubbing the smooth skin of the cane with his thin fingers, he said to himself: "You may have heard the story of a sheep's head and an oxtail, sometimes you can sacrifice some insignificant things for a certain purpose. , even if its essence is deceit and hypocrisy, your purpose is to save people, not try to find the real murderer."

From time to time he would fall silent after he had finished speaking, sometimes out of embarrassment, sometimes because what he said was not very good, unjust, evil means.

Andy pushed the gauze hat, and today he changed into a dark blue one, with a layer of white tulle on the brim of the hat, covering the left eye, looking very mysterious.

"thanks for your advice."

The Duke nodded, but his expression seemed even more gloomy.

Repulse Bay.

Prince Roy, who came late to Themis, held a routine ball and invited all gentlemen and ladies to attend. As Themis is a prestigious social circle, the ball is usually accompanied by various hints of blind date, whether obvious or not.

The higher the identity of the person hosting the banquet, the richer the level of guests is, and no one will miss this dance.

The carriage entered the spacious avenue and gathered together with many guests who came. The coachman drove the horse, not wanting to be left behind, and delivered his master to the destination smoothly and quickly.

The Duke got out of the carriage first, then stretched out his hand to help the lady in a long skirt get off the carriage, and entered the arena with the guests.

Andy didn't look sideways, took the Duke's right arm, and concealed his nervousness prone to pomp and circumstance, which was not his familiar territory.

"He's Roy."

The Duke said softly, motioning Andy to look over.

"He looks good." Andy commented, and then he felt the Duke's footsteps paused, and then walked forward without any abnormality.

His Royal Highness, who was wearing a silver double-breasted dress, had a smile on his eyes. He was wearing white gloves, and his smoky gray eyes were very kind: "Austin, long time no see, I'm glad you're still alive, ah, you seem to be doing well, Did you receive the potion I gave you last time? It is excellent for treating scars, um, who is this? I guess, it must be the sea-buckthorn rose that has been in the limelight recently, hello, beautiful lady."

The Duke's emerald green eyes did not fluctuate. He took a step forward, blocking Roy's approaching footsteps, his eyes glanced up and down, and a sarcastic sneer slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"Your leg is recovering well."

Roy's smiling face was slightly distorted, and Andy glanced at it with interest. In the fragments of memory, the Duke was in the hall of Red Pine Castle when he returned, and there was the prince besides DeWitt.

Although I don't know what happened afterwards, but with the Duke's tone, we can judge the bloody scene that year.

Roy's face gradually became gloomy, and there was no smile on his face. He looked at Andy and said coldly: "Compared to yours, my legs have recovered much better, at least I have nothing to hide. "

The number of guests gradually increased, and the Duke did not answer any more. Instead, he led Andy into the hall, led him to chat with people, and occasionally responded to some greetings.

Andy finally got a taste of how popular the Duke was with single women, who looked at him the way a hungry dog ​​sees delicious smoked sausages, or a tramp sees gold and silver.

He couldn't help laughing, and even teased a few words in a low voice. The Duke's interest has not been high. Andy guessed that he should be reluctant to come to this ball, but he couldn't guess the deeper reason.

I can only feel that his eyes are always wandering, carelessly, ignoring several nobles who greeted him one after another.

Andy had to lower his voice and ask, "Austin, what's wrong with you?"

The Duke's lips tightened and his expression tensed: "It's nothing, please don't worry, I'm fine."

You wrote "come soon to comfort me" on your face, and Andy couldn't help but hooked the corners of his lips, then quickly pressed down, and patted him on the back perfunctorily while turning around.

The Duke snorted and avoided it calmly. He turned around and faced Andy with a serious expression: "You can't compliment a man's appearance in public, it's a very frivolous behavior."

"Huh? When? Do I have one?"

The Duke vaguely pointed to the door: "Just now."

Just now?who?Roy?Andy was stunned, and then raised his eyebrows: "You seem to have more strengths than him."

The Duke glanced at Andy: "Really?"

Andy nodded: "Your hair is longer."

The Duke exhaled lightly, turned around with his glass in hand, and looked like he didn't want to talk to Andy at all.

Andy opened the folding fan and shook it. He watched Prince Roy make the opening remarks. He ignored those flattering smiles and boring details until several servants pushed up a large wooden box with a strange texture.

It was about a person tall, and Roy walked to the box with a smile on his face, showing off.

"This is a gift I just got, I don't think I can keep it to myself, please stand back, it's a beautiful gift."

The guests looked at each other in blank dismay, and moved back one after another, leaving a circle and a half empty.

With a smile on his face, Roy took a small piece of wood from the box, stepped back, and said with a chuckle, "Please wait for a while."

Andy crossed his arms, staring at the box for no apparent reason.

not moving at all.

puff.

It emitted a puff of white smoke, and then suddenly burst out at an extremely fast speed, emitting orange-red flames. The guests exclaimed, the flames spewed into the sky, a full four meters high, swaying and dancing like a mermaid's tail.

After the red flame exploded, it made a soft noise, shattered into dots of light, the light danced, and was torn into silk threads like sea waves, layer upon layer, and small white butterflies emerged from the thread, jumping lightly, as if Themis has long been famous for its sea and sky of the same color, and the scenery of colorful butterflies flying.

fire.

austin.

Andy's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously looked for Austin's figure. The guests' attention was all on it. Looking up at the beautiful scene, Andy could easily see the Duke huddled on the ground, his hat rolled aside , lowered his head and covered his eyes, the trembling was so exaggerated that he couldn't stand still.

Like a clown in a burlesque show.