Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

After a night of light rain, on the second day, the morning chill still hadn't dissipated, Wilmer stepped on the water stains and came to the Mandala brothel.

He was leaning against a corner behind the courtyard. The place was secluded and deep, connected to an alley that could only accommodate one person.

Wilmer listened for a moment, his eyes firmly fixed on the wooden window half a foot higher than him in front of him.Then, a puff of black smoke curled around his wrist, thin and flat like a rope, and snaked into the window gap like a snake.

"Click", with a slight sound, the wooden window opened from the inside out.Wilmer climbed up, deftly and swiftly, and entered the room through the window a few seconds later.The black mist is like a hand, gently closing the wooden window and restoring it to its original shape.

There were two snoring sounds in the room one after another, which could be faintly heard outside the wall.He lowered his body and tiptoed to the door.

The door was slightly opened by him, and through that crack, Wilmer observed for a while.For the time being, it was confirmed that there was no one in the corridor, and he was about to go out directly, when he suddenly heard the sound of conversation coming from a distance.

Wilmer withdrew his hand.

"...good morning. What are you serving, goat's milk?"

The female voice moved from far to near, and stopped near the door.

"Send it to my room first. I'll give you two extra copper coins to buy some bread. It's really cold today, and I really need a cup of hot goat's milk to warm me up."

Another person spoke, still a woman.

"Theresa specifically ordered me to bring it to Shelley." The maid shook her head apologetically.

"Okay, okay. Little Daisy was frightened, and the nuns only wept for her and coaxed little Hua to be happy. I'll go to the kitchen to find goat milk by myself." The woman shrugged and walked around the maid with her skirt up.

With the plate on her belly, the maid bowed her head again, and the two parted ways.

Wilmer followed her silently.

Yesterday, Sierra had informed Shelley of the specific location of the room in detail.The first floor, the eastmost direction, the second room on the side of the wall.

The maid also went in this direction, leading Wilmer to the door.

As he was about to approach, the maid smelled a faint fragrance.She looked around, but couldn't find any flowers and plants, so she thought it was coming from the room.

She felt dizzy for a while.

This feeling was familiar, as if she hadn't had a good rest for several days; and she didn't have enough to eat, she was hungry for a long time, and then stood up suddenly-she couldn't control herself, the soles of her feet were shaking, and her limbs began to weaken.

No, it can't be like this... At least don't spill goat milk, she will be beaten...

anyone there?

She thought she was shouting hoarsely, but in fact she was just frowning, like a sleepy drunk.

Suddenly, she let go of her hand.In a daze, she vaguely saw someone taking the plate in her hand.

"Thank you, thank you." The maid instantly felt relieved, she couldn't see who was in front of her, only a pair of legs remained in her sight.

Immediately, he closed his eyes completely and fell asleep.

Wilmer carried the tray in one hand and knocked on the door twice.

"Come in, the door is not closed tightly." There was a crisp voice from inside the room.

Wilmer entered the room so generously, and the maid at the door had already been helped aside by him.

"Penny, ahem, I told you to pass the message on my behalf, telling Mammy not to give me goat milk. Tell her to relax, don't act like a neurotic all day long, and the matter will be resolved.

"I know I'm just a cash cow, after all, it's the same in Svia. Don't waste more money on me, because Theresa will regret it when the dust settles. She may regret it today...

"Penny, are you listening to me? Tell me back, good girl, cough... this is probably the last time you and I talk..."

Shelley just sat up on the bed. She slept in disheveled clothes, her shoulders were wrapped in a large scarf, and her white and slender neck was covered.

She sniffed, put on her shoes and got off the ground, looking towards the door——

"Why are you?" Shelley looked surprised.

——A man stood at the door, not tall, dressed plainly, his shoes were covered with sand, his shirt was yellow, and his chest was greasy.

He looked from Shelley to the sleeping maid at his feet.

"That..." he pointed to the maid, "what should she do?"

"She must be exhausted, poor Penny." Shelley peeped in, and went out to throw a blanket over the maid.

She didn't carry the man into the house, she only showed embarrassment and a little nervousness, and invited the man in.

The end dish of goat's milk had been placed in the cupboard by the door. Shelley felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find anything.

She gave half of the goat milk to the man, wrinkled her nose, a little disgusted with his strong fishy smell.

"What can I do for you?" asked Shelley.

The man's face was full of disbelief: "Have you forgotten? You owe me money!"

After finishing speaking, with a "snap", he slammed a bracelet in his palm on the table.

"You should know this thing, right? Ms. Shelley." The man was obviously annoyed, and he called Shelley sarcastically.

"Do you want me to repeat what happened? Listen carefully: three months ago, you took my boat to the Lost Island. At that time, you said you didn't have enough money to pay me, so you took it as collateral. "

The man angrily grabbed the bracelet.

"It's clearly written in black and white, I blame you for thinking too much of you! Looking at your face, I thought you were a pure, kind, and trustworthy woman, so I didn't bring the paper.'I will pay you back , as long as I earn a penny, I will send it to you without hesitation.'—I still remember what you said, huh?! The memory is still fresh!"

"Do you need me to get the written documents right away? Or, do you need to take you to the port of Dormon to see the ship with your own eyes?!" The man became more excited as he spoke, blushing and thick neck,

"Be quiet, cough, cough... Sir, please keep your voice down. Don't make a big scene, or you will disturb other people to rest." Shelley hurriedly supported his forearm, and persuaded him repeatedly.

The strange thing is that Shelley's soft hands are like some kind of panacea, and in an instant, the man is dumb.He stared fiercely at Shelley with puffy eyes, threatening to ask for an explanation.

"Mr. Maltz Bartlett," Shelley called out the man's name accurately, which calmed the latter a lot, "I have been in arrears for such a long time, and someone else should have sent someone to beat me up long ago. Cut off some fingers."

"You are magnanimous, you gave me such a long time, and you only came to the door now... Ahem, what a kind-hearted person you are."

Shelley coaxed softly, Maltz snorted coldly, and sat back in the chair again.

"Please wait a moment." Shelley turned around to search for things in the locked wooden cabinet next to the bed, coughing lightly from time to time.

Maltz guessed that she was taking money, so he put the necklace back on the table without prompting.

He looked around, looked at it casually, his eyes swept over an opened bottle of white wine, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

"This is all the money, please count it carefully." Shelley handed Maltz a bag of copper coins, and Maltz glanced at it briefly, then stuffed it into his pocket without saying a word.

The two of them sat opposite each other, and only Shelley coughed from time to time.

After a while, Shelley finally couldn't help asking: "Mr. Bartlett, why don't you go?"

Maltz seemed to have heard some joke, "Nonsense, how do you think I got into the mandala?" After that, he pulled the neckline and loosened his belt.

"Wait!" Shelley immediately jumped up, "No, cough cough..."

"Why not? Or, you are sick, so you want to refuse? I don't mind sick girls, how can you be coy in your job, just be more straightforward!" Maltz showed dissatisfaction.

Shelley shrank back, coughing unceasingly.If it was just light rain that started first, then there was a heavy downpour at this moment, with continuous lightning and thunder, as violent as a hurricane.

She held onto the wall, then slid down and curled up on the ground, coughing heartbreakingly.

Maltz was frightened and motionless, but not because of Shelley—he saw a tall figure in a gray robe coming out from the corner of the thick curtain very close to the door.

Maltz wanted to yell, but was surprised that he couldn't make a sound: because something was suddenly stuffed in his mouth, up to his throat, which made him want to vomit.

His limbs were also tied up unconsciously, and he was nailed to the chair like a cocoon.

He watched the strange man approaching Shelley rapidly, and Shelley looked weaker and weaker from his unstoppable coughing.

She couldn't speak anymore, and the flowers were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The man seemed to want to wake her up, but Shelley looked like a dying person, her breath was very weak; her head was hanging limply, her hair was covered with spittle, covering her haggard and beautiful face.

Shelley's gaze gradually became slack, and under the witness of the other two people in the room, he died slowly.

"...a step too late." Maltz heard the man mutter.

What is one step late?What happened to Shelley?What the hell does this happen? !

The man in the gray robe turned his head. It was like an abyss under his cloak, it was pitch black, and his face could not be seen clearly.Maltz knew that the other party was staring at him, and panicked, writhing like a bug.

"Your name is Maltz?" the gray-robed man asked.

Maltz didn't know why, but nodded obediently.

The man nodded in response, and then, the scene in front of his eyes was dizzying, and the other party directly carried him on his shoulders!

Opening the window neatly, the man jumped out of the room carrying the whimpering Maltz.

Inside, Shelley was slumped to the ground, her messy hair covered the carpet.

After a few minutes, the black and thick liquid gradually seeped out, moved down the hair, slowly moved, and penetrated into the carpet.

Her features were indistinguishable because they had fused together.

The window was not completely closed, as it was, with a small opening for ventilation.

The breeze blew secretly, and the window screen flew lightly, sweeping towards an open wine jug.