[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

As the heir to the Duke of Norfolk, the boy who was only fourteen or fifteen years old prevented Mrs. Smith from closing the jewelry box.

Mrs. Smith was amazed by the jewels in front of her and didn't see it for a moment. The boy's face changed the moment he saw the box of jewels, becoming pale and sad.

Even if she didn't see the change in the boy's face, Mrs. Smith knew that the boy might have seen this set of jewelry before, and she had a guess in her heart, so she looked gently at the boy who stopped her.

"Just talk about anything, if you hesitate again, the Duchess will be back soon!"

After being reminded by Mrs. Smith, the boy was surprised that he was too relaxed and forgot that they were all sneaking in at the moment. He didn't dare to delay any longer, but he had something to say. The boy stared at the ground and gritted his teeth and said his request.

"Can you show me this box of jewels?"

Mrs. Smith knew that one of the stories must be related to the boy's biological mother. She directly closed the jewelry box in her hand and stuffed it into the boy's arms under the boy's anxious eyes.

Then, as if the previous action didn't matter, Mrs. Smith turned her head and began flipping the safe quickly and gently.

The partitions of this safe are very clear. Except for the jewelry box that the boy went to, which seems to have been misplaced, other documents belong to documents, jewelry belongs to jewelry, and gold bars belong to gold bars. It is very clear.

Mrs. Smith carefully looked at those documents, and found that they were just ordinary documents such as real estate certificates, and what was more special was the last approved will of the original Duke of Norfolk.

The will states that until the young duke reaches the age of 20, everything in the duke's family will be in charge of the duchess, unless the duchess dies or remarries, or does something that insults the duke's reputation, otherwise even if the juvenile duke turns 20 At the age of [-], she still needs to act according to the wishes of her Duchess.

In short, this will is really overbearing, compressing the rights of this young man to the limit, and the Duchess is the person in charge of the Duke of Norfolk's family.

Mrs. Smith looked up at the young man who had no title but no rights or guarantees. Before the death of the Duchess, he was invisible. It can be said that he had nothing but the title.

The boy who was looked at sympathetically by Mrs. Smith just stared blankly at the jewelry in his hand, with a sad expression on his face.

"This box of jewelry in your hand is left by your mother."

Mrs. Smith's tone became more tender because she felt pity for the poor boy.

"It's not the duchess's. This is my mother's favorite set of jewelry, and it's the only set of jewelry my father gave her... I... Actually, I wanted to come here just to find this..."

The young man touched the rubies of the necklace, with a look of nostalgia, then opened the jewelry box in front of Mrs. Smith, and found a piece of paper.

Surprised by the sudden change in the situation, Mrs. Smith looked inquiringly at the boy who generously took out things without avoiding her.

"So you trust me?"

"Just make sure you're not the duchess' man, if you're looking for a way to bring her down, this is it."

As he spoke, the boy gritted his teeth and handed over the paper that was not warmed.

Mrs. Smith frowned, and after all, she took it under the boy's uneasy eyes.

That piece of paper was a will, a will that focused on the rights of the young duke after excluding the influence of the duchess.

Mrs. Smith sighed and looked at the boy.

"You give me this?"

"I can't keep it if I keep it. If you are her enemy, you will help me, right?"

The boy's eyes are full of hope, and there is still this light in his blue eyes.

It's just that the weight of this expectation is so heavy that Mrs. Smith didn't know how to answer it for a while.

"You'll help me, right?"

The boy asked again impatiently, his eyes darkened a lot, because Mrs. Smith hesitated, his face was darkened.

Mrs. Smith couldn't bear to see the boy despair, she cleared her throat before she thought about the words to answer.

"I will find a way to publish this will, but, you know it's difficult, the Duchess has some unusual means."

"I know! I know!"

The young man couldn't wait to answer, his eyes lit up again, making his always pale face look a bit brighter than that of a young man.

"Okay! Then we haven't been here today, put this box back, and you can stay in your room obediently today, okay?"

After Mrs. Smith agreed to the next part of the matter, she still didn't forget to tell the boy that he always reminded Mrs. Smith of Lydia when she first met many years ago, so she always worried about him a little bit more.

The boy nodded, but he still looked at Mrs. Smith with pleading eyes.

Mrs. Smith seemed to be aware of the jewelry box he was holding tightly, looked up at the boy, and shook her head at him.

"This has to be put back, even if it belongs to your biological mother, you have to put it back. We can't let her know that something is wrong, you know."

There were a little tears in the boy's eyes, but he held back, and pushed the rigid box into Mrs. Smith's hand, and then took a few steps back as if scared.

"You go back first, I will restore this place to its original state and leave."

Mrs. Smith sent the boy away, but she still gave a last word of reassurance.

"Be patient with you and your sister. There are many things that cannot be rushed. Take care of yourself and your sister, okay?"

"Ok!"

There was a choked voice in the boy's response. He looked at Mrs. Smith one last time, then at the jewelry box, and finally stomped away.

Mrs. Smith restored the place and disappeared into the night.

Holding a will that could make the Duchess lose her power, the light piece of paper made Mrs. Smith feel very heavy because of that boy.

Because I felt that in addition to hatred, I also had the fate of a teenager.

Mrs. Smith went back to the residence and wanted to find Lydia but was stopped by Ruth, saying that Miss Lydia and Mr. Holmes were alone in the dining room.

Looking at the sky, Mrs. Smith and Ruth exchanged a look, and asked her to tell her when Mr. Holmes left.

Mrs. Smith wanted to see Lydia, a young girl who had grown up to be independent and had found someone to spend her life with. She wanted to see this happy child, so that she could believe that the boy would be happy too.

A strange restlessness made Mrs. Smith walk up and down her room.

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In the dining room, Sherlock put his arms around Lydia, bowed his head and kissed her hair.

The time spent together by lovers always flies quickly, and it's time for Sherlock to go home again.

Sherlock was reluctant to let go of Lydia, and couldn't help but began to think about how he could help without a trace, so that he would not have to live this kind of daily separation as soon as possible.

No matter how reluctant she was, Sherlock would always leave. After a long delay, Mrs. Smith came to see him off.

Sherlock took this opportunity to talk to Mrs. Smith, who was looking vaguely sad.

"Mrs. Smith, if you need help, please tell me as much as you can."

Lydia glared at Sherlock, thinking that Mrs. Smith wouldn't ask Sherlock for help if she didn't even tell her.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Smith really wanted to speak, but she just looked around before speaking, and Ruth, who was standing beside Lydia, stepped back tactfully.

Seeing that there were only three of them left, Mrs. Smith looked at Sherlock.

"If I have the will of a deceased nobleman and need it recognized, what do I need to do?"

Lydia suddenly understood that this was Mrs. Smith's new harvest today.

While Sherlock was thinking, he had already guessed the possible candidates. After all, he passed away not long ago, had a lot of power, and had an unfair will. How many families are there in London?

"We need to find an equally powerful aristocrat to approve this will, and we need to make the injustice of the original will public. It is best to add some popular gossip, such as the young Duke of Norfolk is not the Duchess's parent."

Hearing Sherlock's words tell the truth, Lydia just took it for granted, but Mrs. Smith looked at him with admiration.

"Then, does Mr. Holmes have any suggestions for the candidate for the early nobleman?"

Seeing that Lydia's fiancé had guessed the details so accurately, Mrs. Smith simply continued to ask for advice.

"Of course it's not difficult to find a nobleman who doesn't like the Duchess of Norfolk. The only difficulty is that this lady is said to be very human."

Sherlock really knew a lot, and the way he looked at Mrs. Smith seemed to see through something.

This look not only frightened Mrs. Smith, but also frightened Lydia.

Seeing Lydia's complexion, Sherlock quickly held her hand, and felt a little cold, so he had to cover it with his own.

"Mrs. Smith seems to be very anxious about this matter. The young Duke of Norfolk should not be in any danger. If something happens to him, the Queen may take back the title. What good will this do for the Duchess?"

These words are comforting Mrs. Smith, why not comforting Lydia's heart, it's rare for Sherlock to be so understanding.

"Then I shall first thank Mr. Holmes, and hope that the matter goes well."

Mrs. Smith's complexion has recovered, and she even smiled and teased Sherlock.

"The coming spring seems to be the most suitable time to get married, and it would be a pity to miss it."

It was Sherlock who was exposed this time, and he didn't feel embarrassed. He grinned at Lydia, and it seemed that he was going to win, but he regained his original sharp aura.

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In the busiest winter in London, among the many gossips of the rich and powerful that are widely circulated, there is one that stands out and has won heated discussions among the people of London.

Mrs. Smith also thought of various ways, but in the end she still felt that the plan that Detective Holmes gave almost without thinking was the best, so she proceeded according to the method he said.

Anxiously, Mrs. Smith waited for the success of this plan, but Lydia could see that she was unusually nervous.

Before the end of the winter in London, the matter came to fruition, good news came along with bad news, and Mrs. Smith's bad premonition came true.

The will hidden in the crevice of the jewelry box was recognized. The Duke of Norfolk was about to gain the power he should have as a teenager, but the gain was always accompanied by loss. His young sister died for him. As a price, the duchess, who had been so beautiful for half her life, completely lost her identity.

Even so, the duchess escaped safely.

No, she is not the Duchess now. Her original name, Mrs. Smith, almost forgot, but she always has her own name. Her original name was Michelle Atkinson, and she was once the best friend of Mrs. Smith.

Mrs. Smith went to find her, and Lydia didn't know what Mrs. Smith did in the end.

But Lydia knew that it was all over before spring came.

At this point, Lydia's long-term wish and Mrs. Smith's long-term hatred are over.

A new tomorrow can finally begin.