[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Mr. Holmes suddenly intervened just as Inspector Lestrade was about to end his interview, and it seemed that he had come from a hostile person.

This action caught the attention of Mr. Harris and Officer Lestrade, and both of them gave Holmes a strange look.

At the same time, Holmes also received Lydia's unobvious glare.

"The garden of Viscount Harris's house is so famous. We originally wanted to visit it, but the light was not bright. I was a little scared and left quickly."

Lydia, who was silently controlling the rhythm of the conversation, of course knew that Officer Lestrade's words were the conclusion, and now Mr. Holmes, who had been in the background, took over the conversation. She didn't think it was a good sign.

"If it's only for a moment, don't you even go down the garden path?"

Mr. Holmes looked at Lydia with burning eyes, and his already aggressive face became sharper.

"No, I walked through the path and left from another entrance and exit of the garden. Although I couldn't see it clearly, I still saw some of the beautiful scenery that everyone praised."

Lydia actually went to the garden to meet Earl McLean, about the earl's willingness to accept part of the profits of Lydia's property, and then take care of one or two in London.

Of course, also because of another request of the earl, Lydia will become the mistress of the earl in name.

If it weren't for this murder, the biggest news of this ball should be that Earl McLean fell in love with an unknown girl and had a secret meeting in the garden during the ball.

"Really? Then Miss Lydia's skirt is so clean that it's unbelievably clean. It didn't get any leaves or dirt. I thought the light-colored skirt was so clean because Miss Lydia didn't really go into the garden at all."

Following Holmes' words, everyone's eyes focused on Lydia's skirt.

Indeed, as he said, the hem of the long skirt that hangs down to the instep is very clean, and there is no trace of passing through the garden. Even if the garden path is paved with marble on the mud floor, under the dim candlelight, it is inevitable that there will be traces on the hem of the skirt. Glue on leaves or dirt.

Such traces can be cleaned but are unlikely to be completely removed.

"Mr. Holmes, you are very observant. I have done my dress. When I came back from the garden, I had my governess Mrs. Smith called for me, and in the corner of the ball, she helped me to do it again. Trimmed the dress, thank goodness her skillful hand saved mine."

This time Lydia looked at Holmes more seriously. It was not without reason that this relatively young detective was invited. This kind of vision is rare.

"Fantastic hand! I have no other questions about the garden. By the way, Miss Lydia, do you know what happened this time? Just tell me your guess."

While Mr. Holmes said that there was no problem, he still did not let Lydia go.

Obviously, the problem with the hem of the skirt cannot be completely debunked by Lydia's few explanations.

"I heard someone yelling for death, so I guess the body must have been found in the garden. I don't know if my guess is right... If it's true, it's really sad and scary."

Following the answer, Lydia lowered her head and lowered her eyelids to cut off eye contact.

This is a typical reaction that fits the status of a lady, weak and kind, showing sorrow for the loss of life.

"Your guess is completely correct. I really have no problem this time. Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Lydia."

The "sympathetic", "merciless" Holmes ends his question.

The first two adjectives were knocked on Holmes by the other two gentlemen on the scene.

Unaware of this, Mr. Holmes looked at Lydia's expression thoughtfully and attentively.

He didn't continue to ask. Although he found that the young lady was impatient at most and definitely not really sad, but after confirming that she was not the murderer, it was meaningless to continue digging out things that had nothing to do with the case.

Then I found that the other two gentlemen in the room saw the disapproval in their eyes. It was obvious that Miss Lydia's mourning policy was very successful, and they had successfully captured the two of them.

"So...can I leave?"

Lydia kept her movements and asked softly.

"Of course, I'll send Miss Lydia off."

Seeing the sad lady, Holmes got up politely, as if he wanted to see her off.

This absolutely stunned everyone in the room except himself.

Regarding everyone's reactions, the instigator, Mr. Holmes, was very satisfied, saying that he had done a good job and asked you to look at me with your cold and ruthless eyes. I just didn't pay attention at first, but I was not blind.

"Don't bother, you are busy. Good-bye, Mr. Harris, Inspector Lestrade, and Detective Holmes."

Lydia stood up quickly, then bowed her knees and nodded, a standard curtsy.

The two gentlemen who were still sitting got up quickly, and the three gentlemen bowed back.

The same action has a temperament that varies from person to person.

Even if Mr. Harris got up in a hurry, he was still personable, and at the same time reserved and distant, maintaining his dignity after aristocrats.

Officer Lestrade was relatively stiff, very different from his flexible posture when he was leading the way before.

Detective Sherlock Holmes' actions carried his usual indifference, which made people more sure that what he said earlier was just a dramatic farewell for everyone.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, Lydia, who can finally leave, took Mrs. Smith away in a hurry.

Ignoring Lydia's eagerness to leave, her movements are still ladylike.

…………London at night, the sound of carriages…………

Back at her own residence, Lydia had no intention of going to sleep immediately, she needed to take a break, and tonight was a stimulus for her.

Mrs. Smith, who knew Lydia well, brought tea and refreshments.

She has removed her disguise and is a younger and more beautiful woman. I don't understand why she usually appears in an old and staid image.

However, as a wizard, he has the ability to help Lydia handle the skirt, and of course he has the ability to change his appearance.

"It's not long since I came to London, and this is the first time I've attended a dance of this level. I just encountered such a scene, Mrs. Smith, how inspiring!"

Lydia held her cup of hot black tea rich in milk and sugar, and drank it comfortably, her words and expressions were completely different.

"That's right, Miss Lydia."

Mrs. Smith, who was drinking pure black tea, raised a smile, because of Lydia's cuteness, but this smile only flashed across her now beautiful face.

"I'm going to be one of the first to leave, and next time I'll be the first to leave."

Lydia put down her teacup and looked at Mrs. Smith who was sitting with her, as if announcing her goal, and seemed to be just looking at it.

This is Lydia's original decision to become someone who can control her own life.

But now, after this ball, her goal has been clear before. Only by standing on a high ground can she be more free, and she is Lydia, and she has never moved forward with her goal.

Just like before she was reborn, she had a bloody blow because of love.

Now, she still dares to think, to do, to give, to strive for!

Only now, love is no longer her goal, and it can even become the first thing she gives up.

She was ready to give up the possibility of a happy marriage, anyway...it was so difficult to obtain.