[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

For Lydia's childish announcement, only the silence of the room and the heat of black tea corresponded.

"Of course, this is our goal, isn't it? My dear Miss Lydia."

Mrs. Smith replied softly, as if in response, as if to appease.

"You have more confidence than me!"

Lydia, who lowered her eyes, finally showed the fragility she had been hiding and trying to ignore.

It was the first time she had seen a murdered dead person, the first time she had encountered a homicide.

Counting before rebirth, this was also the first time, how could she not be uneasy, all the strength before was nothing but hard support.

Now, in the warm and sweet black tea, in front of Mrs. Smith who she can rely on, she can be not strong, she can be afraid.

Mrs. Smith patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Of course, Miss Lydia. You've done well, always very well! Otherwise I would have chosen you; otherwise you would have chosen me."

The smile in Mrs. Smith's eyes had long since disappeared, and she sighed.

Before, she thought that this child handled her emotions well, but now, she gently hugged her to comfort this child who had always been strong, but now it made her heart ache.

When Lydia recovered, Mrs. Smith brought the snacks to Lydia.

"Eat something. You haven't eaten anything tonight. You may be too hungry to fall asleep when you go to bed. That's not good."

"It's actually a freshly baked cake."

Lydia picked up a snack that was still slightly steaming, and smiled because of Mrs. Smith's thoughtfulness.

After venting, in front of the sweet snacks, the haze brought about by everything that happened at the previous dance party finally dissipated.

"Actually, if you want me to say that there is nothing wrong with what happened today, I didn't approve of you going to meet that young earl. Of course, he is a powerful man for a while, and it is also a shortcut to achieve your goal, but Lydia, don't you You should give up the possibility of happiness at such a young age, you are too young..."

Looking at the smile of the girl in front of her, the young and beautiful Mrs. Smith looked at her with the pity of the elders, a kind of pity for the furry little cutie.

Mrs. Smith has her own goals, but she has passed the age of determination, even if her appearance is still young, but she has passed the age of recklessness.

Now, she hopes that the basis of everything should be that Lydia lives well, and this young girl should reap her own future instead of giving up the possibility early.

"Although the conversation with the earl this time is too short and the agreement has not yet been completed, it is too late to repent. Moreover, dear Mrs. Smith, I am willing to give up the illusory happiness of the future for the sake of the present purpose, not because of my Young, but the future is really too vague, so why care about it.”

Lydia felt soft because of the pity in her eyes. People who don't know Mrs. Smith will definitely be afraid of her arrogance and arrogance. No matter before or after the disguise, she is not easy to approach.

But in fact, Lydia knew very well how soft-hearted a woman whose pseudonym was Mrs. Smith, whose real name was unknown, and whose age was unknown.

She knew this before she was reborn, so she will help Mrs. Smith and accept her help to become stronger.

This is the difference between the two people, one is Lydia who just wants to charge forward, and the other is Mrs. Smith who is already gentle.

But as long as they are thinking about each other, then everything will be fine.

"You are the daughter of a squire. Even if you don't have any dowry, you can marry a squire with a good family background and live a peaceful life. What's more, there are still gentle and good men in this world. Lydia, you can see the future now With your beauty and your intelligence and bravery, it is entirely possible to find a gentleman who really loves you and you also like it. Why give up so early?"

Mrs. Smith's long series of exhortations can be said to be well-meaning, which shows the softness under her cold appearance.

"I seem to know what kind of gentleman the gentle Mr. Smith is, but Mrs. Smith, of course there are lucky women in this world, but I can hardly believe that this luck will fall on my head. Rather than waiting for luck, I I want to grab what I can, just like you, you are my opportunity, my luck, and I grabbed it."

And you got me too, and I will never let you down.

Lydia knew her better than Mrs. Smith imagined, and believed in her.

"I have to say, Lydia, you are a strange girl. You were very strange when you were twelve or thirteen years old, and you are still the same now, and you are even more stubborn!"

Mrs. Smith put down her teacup, shook her head with a helpless smile, looked at the little girl in her eyes tolerantly, and said nothing more.

And Lydia was the only steadfastness she had ever seen.

………… It’s late at night, all London is asleep…………

In the next few days, the bustling London social circle was rarely quiet. Who was the daring man who murdered at the Viscount's ball?

Everyone was guessing and discussing, which gave the gentlemen and wives who visited each other something to talk about.

Within three days, the murderer was caught. It is said that the criminals were Detective Holmes and Inspector Lestrade. One of them represented a private detective and the other represented an official institution.

As for who the murderer is, the gentlemen and wives don't really care that much. They prefer to talk about what everyone saw in that chaotic scene.

The handsome gentleman——Mr. Hurt protects the beautiful lady of the Baron's family——Miss Bernal.

The always proud lady—Miss Wood was so frightened that she screamed and had no manners.

……

All kinds of gossip are the focus of everyone's attention.

As for Lydia, she subscribed to the London papers to keep abreast of the situation.

It's breakfast time now, Lydia is almost full, drinking milk and reading the newspaper, she doesn't look serious at all, but rather cute.

The newspapers were mainly devoted to the praise of Inspector Lestrade, but Mr. Holmes really had only a small credit and a very small section.

This case is complicated and complicated, after all, it happened in a special place.

To put it simply and simply, it is a common love killing.

Unable to love, because love breeds hatred, a rich squire kills another richer squire, just because the beautiful baroness empathizes with others and favors wealth.

For this case, Mrs. Smith was particularly sad, but she did not comment on it.

The murderer has been caught, and his end is doomed.

And the beautiful Baroness Bernal smiled again with the ball after three days of crying.

Beauty, wealth, love, stupidity.

Lydia summed up the key words of this case, the emphasis is on stupidity!

Lydia looked at the newspaper and quickly flipped through the page where the murder case was solved, while the old and rigid Mrs. Smith was sorting out the prom invitations she received today.

"Earl McLean's ball invitation, this is the only thing that must be attended, do you really want to go? Think again."

Mrs. Smith picked out a printed invitation on elegant paper.

"We can go home after this dance, and there's nothing wrong with ending it early. I'm already thinking about my mother. If I don't take a shortcut, I won't be able to sleep."

Lydia put down the newspaper and took the invitation card. It was printed in beautiful cursive letters, and there was a handwritten Miss Lydia Bennet in the middle of the printed words.

Also handwritten is the date, which is two days later.

"I think Mrs. Bennet will only miss you more..."

Mrs. Smith, who knows the Bennet family, especially Mrs. Bennet who loves Lydia, can't help feeling that she also likes and misses the peace and beauty of the Longbourne countryside.

Obviously she and Lydia haven't been away for long.

………… Earl McLean’s invitations are still on the breakfast table of many people…………

Similar invitations were also sent to 221b. Mr. Thin, who also had breakfast and read the newspaper while drinking coffee, received the invitation from his kind new roommate.

"Will you go? Sherlock, this is Earl Maclean."

Watson was also reading newspapers before, and made fun of his roommate who was becoming famous. Although the two had known each other not long ago, they soon began to call each other because of their co-production.

"John, if you have already begun to understand me, then you should know that the status of an earl cannot attract me."

Putting aside the expensive printed invitations, Mr. Holmes continued to leaf through the newspaper.

"So you don't want to go? With so many invitations, you don't want to go?"

Dr. Watson shook his head helplessly, and seemed to understand his roommate's temper.

"This one is different, I'll go."

After taking the last sip of coffee, Mr. Holmes finished his breakfast after reading the newspaper, got up and left.

Dr. Watson, who didn't know why, was left behind, and he agreed to ignore the rich and powerful, so why did he suddenly say he participated?