Chapter 20 Evira

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Ah, ah, ah!"

Ivera woke up from trembling. She opened her eyes and stared at the golden tassels hanging from the bedpost. Everything in the room looks so strange to her. She sighed and lifted the silk brocade and got up.

The room is full of coolness at night. It's as cold as the tide. She couldn't help wrapping the gauze-like silk pajamas wrapped around her body. But it didn't help. The cold air blew in from the open window, raised the curtains, and let the salty wind spin around her - she used to miss the familiar smell in the air so much, but now she only has boredom in her heart - the sea breeze swept away the only trace of temperature on the surface of her body.

She trembled slightly in the wind. But she can still hold on. She was frozen and hungry on a snowy day and was on the verge of death. This is nothing, this is nothing. As she thought, she walked to the window. Look at the vast area outside the sword and shield area.

At this time, the dawn is rising and everything is silent. A wisp of red glow burned and spread like a flame in the sky, and soon extended to half of the sky. A moment later, the orange light wheel jumped out of the sea, and the bright colors made people's hearts extremely peaceful.

Fortunately, she is not black. Such an idea flashed in Yvela's heart, but it was covered by the mockery at the corners of her mouth in a blink of an eye. Winter is coming, and the whole world will be dead. What is the difference between the color of the morning light? She thought it was time for people to prepare for the fire. But who is the fireman?

She thought of the alchemist.

His knowledge surprised her, and he seemed to know that winter was coming and darkness was everywhere. She was bathed in the morning light, and her blonde hair flew like the noon sun. A shallow smile appeared in her mouth, and then she made a decision: Maybe it's okay to try first?

"Asha." She turned into the room and called at the same time.

The lame maid heard the sound and quickly walked out of the small compartment next to her in a panic. It's just that she limped like a toddler, which made people couldn't help tightening their hearts and worrying.

"slow down." Evira said, "Don't worry."

The lame girl no longer wears a rough coat like a washerwoman, but changed into a smooth black skirt. Her long hair was tied up and tied behind her head, revealing red and ugly scars on her face, which was particularly eye-catching. This seemed difficult for her to accept. She lowered her head all the way to Evira's side, and then carefully said in a very weak voice, "Miss, you will catch a cold like this."

"It doesn't matter. I'm used to this cold." The appearance of the lame girl made her frown. Raise your head, no one here dares to laugh at you. You are my maid, and your status is higher than them.

"But in their hearts..."

"No one can control what others think." Evira interrupted her, "You just need to raise your head and keep smiling, and no one dares to mock or disobey you. Do you understand?" Without waiting for Asha to answer, she continued, "I will find a teacher to teach you how to read and read, and I will find a way to cure your face and legs. But if you still do this, I can only send you back.

She seemed to be frightened by her threat, and she couldn't help waving her hand, "I know, I know, miss." She raised her eyes in panic, with tears in her eyes, and begged bitterly, "I will listen to you carefully. I just beg you not to send me back."

The garden full of black thorns is another world that is completely strange to her. Evira saw herself from her when she first arrived at the desperate castle. No one can resist the call of the new world. That's what she thought. What I need is not a submissive little girl. She softened her voice, "You have to be confident that you can do better than others."

"Yes, yes." The lame girl nodded vigorously, "I will try my best to do it."

"As long as you do what I am satisfied with, I promise not to drive you back to the village. Well, now I'm going to change my clothes."

Asha sucked her nose and wiped her eyes and nose with her hands. Evira couldn't help sighing in her heart when she saw this. It seemed that I had to find another etiquette teacher. She opened the wardrobe, and Evira heard the surprise of the country girl again. But she was not happy about it at all. What are you going to wear today? She asked.

Ivera thought for a moment, "Give me the short skirt in the wardrobe."

"Is this one?" She took out a light purple tight suit.

"The red and blue set. This suit is not suitable for today.

Asha listened to her instructions, took out her skirt and clumsily served her to put on her clothes. Several times her hair was entangled in buttons or locks, and she pointed out softly, but even so, the other party was at a loss and apologized repeatedly. She finally waved her hand to let her retreat and fastened the buckle on her boots. Coil up my hair." She ordered it. However, the lame girl seems to only weave braids.

She sighed helplessly, "Let's study hard with the maid from tomorrow." As she spoke, she shattered her hair again, found a tie and tied it lightly, and then pinned the silver thorn brooch. I'm going out later, and you have to go with me. So, you can also choose a set of clothes to walk in. I think shirts and trousers are good.

"But...but I didn't."

"For the time being, wear my black suit. I haven't worn it yet. I gave it to you. I will ask the housekeeper to find someone to tailor your other clothes for you. She stopped when she walked to the door. "Don't procrastinate. I hope to see you waiting at the door when I go out."

Miss Bachelor's room is on the third floor, next to her study, but her father lives on the highest floor of the manor. There was no one on that floor except the guards and attendants who served him. Even if her mother died early, she only lived on the fourth floor and did not spend the whole night in her father's room. She walked up the stairs and thought that living high could show superiority? Stupid superstition. She groaned disdainfully and knocked on the mahogany door in the study.

"Come in." Modi Ma's emotionless voice sounded.

She pushed the door into the room and saw her father sitting in front of the window reading a copy*. After a year, Evira found that he was still the same as before, without any change: he was still wearing the old-fashioned coat with short stubble. The same is true of the furnishings in the study, and everything is no different from her memory.

Although it is still early, Mortimer should have been approved * for a long time. Ivera waited patiently for him to finish reading this one before she said, "Father."

"Evela." He raised his head. The black thorny family has light golden pupils that are very different from his children, just like the color of his rare hair. So early...what's the matter?"

"I'm going out later."

"Looking for that alchemist?"

"I just returned from my studies, and no one in the city knows me." A smile appeared on Yvela's face, "Of course, I have to go to him. He is much more interesting than most noble youths. Besides, I also have an appointment with him."

Mortima put down* and looked at her calmly, but with unrejectable severity. The banquet will be held soon. He said, "You will meet a lot of friends at the banquet, but no alchemists will be present."

"Introducing me to the dinner of a beautiful man, a sword-wielding knight, an elegant lady, and a daughter?" They will only make me feel sick. She was disgusted, but her face always kept smiling. "I will go there happily and be willing to dance with all the insincere pursuers."

"Their sincerity will satisfy you." He turned a blind eye to Ivela's dissatisfaction. "You should know."

For your power and money, and for the threat of a secret knife. Of course I understand. She thought to herself. Did you ask me to go to the desperate fort to study in order to help me solve your problems and share heavy affairs? Anyway, just do what he wants." I'm back. That's why I came back."

"I know, but I'm not in a hurry."

Isn't it urgent? Across the door, fear spread and rumors spread everywhere. The black light is full of cold storage, and the dead are full of cold storage. The crisis spread like flames and plagues. Is the door of sword and shield the place of divine punishment in the kingdom of gods? Will all the darkness be blocked and completely dispersed? She has never hated her father's ugly face so much. As the market rumor says, the parliament is just a group of scum who only takes money and does nothing - including her father - maybe the city owner will make people look forward to it? She was not sure that she had never met the other party. Moreover, the rights of the city owner have been seriously weakened by the parliament. She has no cards in her hand except for a knighthood.

"I have arranged for your brother." She heard her father continue to say, "Luther will immediately undergo a knighthood assessment. If he is canonized, he will enter the army; Joel is doing a good job at present, and he will be in charge of our business; and dealing with nobles and ugly politics... They are more than one thing worse, and I hope on you."

So I have to pretend to smile, endure the touch of men, worry about your promotion, and then marry another family before getting old? Is this all my value? Her heart burned with anger. But who gave her birth in a noble family? There is always a price to pay behind worry-free food and clothing. At this time, she was very envious of her clumsy little maid.

"I know." Yvela took a deep breath, "But before that, can you give me a period of time?"

"Of course. Vacation is everyone's right. Motima agreed without hesitation, "There are still a few days before the banquet, and you can enjoy your holiday. But..."

"But?"

"I have a question in my heart." He looked at her and said, "Why do you and Joshua have a fancy to a little alchemist?"

She thought about it seriously and replied, "Because he is very similar to you."

Only like you used to be. She added in her heart.

However, this sentence made her father ponder for a long time. Did he see anything? The long silence even made her a little restless. She tried her best to calm down, but found that the more she warned herself to calm down, the more impatient she was. In this regard, she was unstoppable and could only recite the note sent to her by the chief bachelor crow of the desperate castle - and also a text message to every bachelor. She found that the cold that reached the bottom of her heart could calm her down, and the darkness made her safer. We still have time..." She slowly chewed the chief bachelor's words, "...wait patiently." So she gradually calmed down, like a statue sitting in peace.

"My daughter." Modima finally opened his mouth before a column of incense burned out, "There is a saying in the East called 'know yourself and know your enemy'."

Ivela didn't know what he meant, but immediately answered, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle."

"You know the meaning of this sentence better than me." He pointed to a pile of paper on the table, "Look first."

She picked up the paper, which was full of dense small words, and different handwriting showed that it came from different people's handwriting. She only looked at a short paragraph and couldn't hide the surprise on her face, and her heart was also full of anxiety that made her afraid.

"This...this is..."

"What you should know." Motima crossed his chin with his hands, like a crocodile waiting for its prey to come to the door. What you have to touch." He repeated and emphasized. The nobles are bright and beautiful on the outside and dark and dirty inside. Everyone is like this, otherwise they can't survive. You have to learn to use everything."

Ivera found that she could do nothing but stiff-headed nodded. Her blood seemed to be frozen by the sudden cold current from the poles. After a while, she tried to make her brain struggle to start thinking and running again. I thought everything too simply, and she thought helplessly that her secret might have been known to everyone.

In the end, she didn't even know how she left the study. She only remembers her father's vague words: "I'd like to see how much he can be like me... Even for this, what is it like to pay a lord?"

She went downstairs in a daze, knocked down a porcelain bottle and knocked over a maid. When she left the house, the dazzling light and hot temperature made her suddenly realize that it was afternoon.

"Miss." She heard a weak and almost weak voice calling her.

She looked up and saw the lame girl standing by the carriage by the door in the scorching sun. Her face was pale, her sweat rolled down one by one, and her legs couldn't help trembling, like a crumbling old tree, as if it would fall at any time.

"Damn it!" She shouted at the two guards by the door, "Is that how you look at her? Do you want to kill her alive?"

"Miss, we have persuaded you, but your maid said that she was waiting for you like this. He said you were going out soon.

I damn it! She scolded herself fiercely and stepped forward quickly.

"It's not their fault." The lame girl said weakly that she was only supported by a will, and now it was the end of a strong crossbow.

She only has one healthy leg!" Shut up!" She couldn't control her emotions, so she grabbed Asha's arm. But the girl fell to the side, and she hugged her tightly with all her strength. Go and sit in the carriage.

"But Miss..."

"Get out of here!" She shouted, "Are you all blind?"

The bodyguard hurriedly helped and carried Asha into the carriage with sweat. However, she struggled to stand up, but her feet were already numb and she sat back.

"Lie down." Ivera ordered sternly, "If you don't obey, I'll send you back." So she didn't dare to move like a zombie, closing her eyes tightly for fear of making her angry again. Ivera found that she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh. She is the illegitimate daughter of Haile Hurt, the head of the Nova Chamber of Commerce. She thought, no wonder she was not elegant and clumsy.

The carriage went to the alchemist's house. Without waiting for Asha to get up, she jumped out of the car and knocked on the door alone, but no one answered the door. She tried to push and found that the door was unlocked, so she raised her foot and walked in.

It was extremely impolite to push the door without the owner's permission. She knew so, but she still walked in. She heard a sound from upstairs and subconsciously took her step lightly. Why am I like a thief? She asked herself puzzledly, but she couldn't find the answer and had to climb upstairs secretly according to her subconscious.

She heard the conversation in the room and heard a muffled voice talking about black magic, the panacea, and the stone of the sage. Her reason told her that she couldn't listen any more, otherwise... otherwise... she might not be able to get out of this door.

Miss Bachelor trembled and left the room like a real thief. Back in the carriage, she fell on the velvet cushion like a puddle of mud. She gasped almost suffocated, and her heart pounded as if to jump out of her chest. After a while, she gradually calmed down, and then she found that her whole body was soaked in cold sweat, as if she had just climbed out of the water.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Asha asked with concern.

"I...it's okay...don't worry." She waved her hand and leaned against the compartment wall weakly.

"Are we still going to visit Mr. Leo?" Asha didn't seem to see her sneak into Leo's house. She then asked, "Or shall we go back now?"

"Rew...no, wait... wait for me to be better." She squinted and said. At this time, her ears were full of those words that couldn't help moaning, and her head was so tingling and numb that she couldn't think. Is today my good day? She thought bitterly. Then she sat up. Since she couldn't think of anything, she just came to the door. Asha," she called, "knock on the door and shout at the door. Don't let anyone know that I've been in, okay?"

"I...I know, miss." She nodded, limped over and knocked on the door.

Black magic, a panacea, sage stone.

Ivy tightened her eyebrows. Of course, she knows that the panacea is the stone of the sage. But what does black magic have to do with it? There is no record in the desperate fort. Maybe there is, but I didn't find it? There are tens of thousands of books there. What else do I don't know and don't hear? She rubbed her head anxiously.

Secret. What a harmful secret. She stared at the alchemist's home through the car window, but her thoughts diverzed far away. Everyone gives everything for you just to know the final puzzle. But the puzzles may not be beautiful, most of them are just cruel and ruthless. Just like...like the one she has...maybe also like those that her father has?