Before going to bed, Audrey, who had changed into a white gauze nightgown, found a magical conch-shaped prop from under the pillow as usual, got up under the faint crimson moonlight in the room, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with the light white screen drawn up.

But I couldn't straighten my mood as usual, let alone organize my mood into words and express it.

She held the conch in her hand tightly, feeling unspeakable emotions welling up in her heart.

After a moment of silence, the girl looked down at her toes and walked step by step in the unlit bedroom. When she stepped onto the soft carpet, her light steps jumped and spun, and her white skirt bloomed into beautiful petal-like curves.

, it’s like dancing with an invisible figure following the beat of dance music that has long gone away.

There are no dress shoes that are not suitable for dancing, there are no eyes from others, you can’t feel the warm but always abiding gentleman’s hands, and you can no longer hear the thumping of your own heartbeat. There is only a certain bright and soft feeling.

It spread across my chest and turned into a faint smile on my cheeks.

At the end of the last section of the silently flowing dance music, Audrey turned around and fell back onto the soft bed, staring straight at the chandelier on the ceiling with a pair of tired green eyes.

Prince Charming should only exist in romantic love literature.

Gentle, considerate, handsome and handsome, his girl will become a unique princess in the world.

She had never thought that such a perfect person actually existed in reality, as if he had stepped out of a storybook.

Your Highness the Prince... No, no, except for family background, the princes of the Augustus family she knew were simply incomparable to him. The difference was nothing more than the dust on the ground and the clouds in the sky!

And the most important point is that in the eyes of His Royal Highnesses Augustus who hinted and promised her to become the princess, she saw the daughter of Earl Hall's family and a dazzling gem in Backlund's social world; but in his eyes

In her clear blue eyes, all she saw was her own reflection - just Audrey, Audrey without any prefixes, suffixes or modifications.

Few people can resist this kind of gaze that directly touches the soul.

As an "audience" and "mind reader", the extraordinary ability given to her by the potion allowed her to easily see through the emotions of others, but it never told her how to face such unfailing looks.

And, if...she meant if, oh, if Mr. Arthur Watson is really related to Miss Alice, for example, they are actually brothers and sisters with a substantial blood relationship...if she really leaves Mr. Arthur in the future

Now that they are together, from the perspective of seniority, wouldn’t Miss Alice become her younger sister...

Audrey, who had been rolling around on the bed for some time, stopped, her cheeks suddenly turned red and she hugged the pillow, shaking her head vigorously, as if she wanted to get rid of the fantasy images in her mind:

"No, no, there should be a limit to wild thoughts..."

As if to regain her energy, she sat up straight and rubbed the conch in her hand. After much hesitation, she finally plucked up the courage to move closer and whispered the question she had been considering for a long time:

"Miss Alice, I have a question I want to confirm with you... Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

Although she knew that the other party's recent replies were mostly in the latter half of the night, Audrey still waited for a few minutes with a little expectation, until she put away the conch with a slight sense of disappointment, and was about to lie down to sleep. She felt a belated shock.

Then she suddenly stopped her plan.

Quickly finding the conch and putting it close to her ear, Audrey heard Alice's voice coming over her calmly and softly:

"I have two older brothers and one younger brother."

Sure enough... Mr. Arthur must be one of her two brothers! Audrey was inexplicably excited, and was about to think about how to tactfully ask her about Mr. Arthur, but she heard the other party's answer after a long pause.

It sounded again after more than ten seconds, as if it had anticipated the additional questions on its side.

"However, Audrey, I must remind you that Arthur already has a fiancée, so I'm sorry, but I'm afraid he won't be able to respond to anyone's kindness..."

fiancée……

Audrey felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over her head. She was immersed in a joyful mood and was pulled out of her wonderful imagination. It instantly pulled her back to the cold and biting reality.

Yes, yes, it is not strange or surprising for a handsome and handsome man like that to have a fiancée...

She put down the conch and tried to ask some questions that could ease the atmosphere, but found that her mind went blank and she could not organize suitable words for a long time.

"Go to bed early, good night." The girl's soft greeting came from the conch, as gentle and gentle as ever.

Audrey hugged her pillow again, buried her face in the hand-embroidered cloth filled with swan down, and sighed slowly after a long time.

The admiration that the girl tasted for the first time ended in nothing.

…………

Back to earlier tonight.

After finishing the night's social activities, Arthur Watson returned to his residence, rang the doorbell without ceremony, put his hands in the pockets of his formal trousers, and waited calmly for the people in the house to come and open the door.

Looking at the light coming from the living room window, she squinted slightly. Then the door opened, and two distinctive faces appeared under the gas lamp at the entrance——

"Back?" A smile appeared on the unshaven face of the great detective Sherlock, a smile that was more theatrical than practical. "We just talked about you and said that you were so busy that you were nowhere to be seen all day long."

Brother Lionel's fair and handsome face also smiled accordingly, and he waved happily and said hello: "Good evening, Arthur."

"Good evening." Arthur Watson smiled and nodded as he entered the room. He took off his coat and hung it on his arms. He followed their footsteps and walked into the living room. Unsurprisingly, he saw two sets of tea sets spread out in the sofa area, as well as a short

There are paper documents one after another on the table, "Are you holding some kind of night tea party tonight?"

"It's a pity that the topics and content we discuss cannot be as relaxed and comfortable as during the tea party." Lionel sighed regretfully.

Klein, who had consulted his former client's opinion early, took advantage of the situation and went to the tea set cabinet to get a set of clean porcelain cups. While adding tea to his cohabitant, he slowly began to explain: "It's like this -"

About five minutes later, Arthur Watson, who had sorted out the whole situation, sat on the single sofa opposite Klein and let his eyes pass over the white-robed believers thoughtfully.

"That is to say, the theft cases that troubled Lionel before were mixed with malicious people who were instigated by others. They deliberately revealed the gold matter to the maids and plumbers, and they pretended to

He was a greedy thief, but he actually quietly stole several important documents that you kept... In his own name, he donated charity certificates to several orphanages. When you sued the two thieves to court, they took the initiative to find

You said that you have admitted your mistake, please say a few good words to the judge on the day of the trial, hoping to get a lighter sentence, but the fact is that on the day of the trial, they suddenly rebelled, and even used the teachings of the Storm Lord Church to justify them

Theft..."

Lionel couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this:

"The 'evidence' they submitted to the judge was proof of my charity donations, and they also used this to accuse me of wanting to preach the doctrine of the Eternal Burning Sun in those orphanages, trying to poison the minds of those children... and crack down on illegal beliefs.

, is the reasonable, legal and legitimate obligation of every Storm believer."

"As a result, the nature of this case changed from an illegal theft case to an illegal missionary involving religious activities," Klein added.

Arthur Watson shook his head and smiled:

"I can't believe that two little thieves could steal those stamped certification documents so coincidentally. There must be someone behind this."

"They must be the hateful Storm Fanatic believers. Only they would be so keen on fabricating charges and then forcibly pointing them at the innocent and flawless Sun Believers." Lionel nodded with a heavy face and couldn't help but raise his fisted hand.

Qi waved, "What happened with the clergy envoy before was their fault. They deliberately set up a trick to get us back home..."

Klein, who had been listening to the storm conspiracy theory for a long time, quickly sat upright and interrupted this never-ending topic at the right time:

"Now, the important witness that can prove that you have not preached illegally should be in those orphanages. As long as the caregivers and children working there are willing to collectively testify that you have not preached the doctrine of the Eternal Burning Sun to them, then

The second Inquisition is not an insurmountable obstacle."

Lionel looked more and more depressed, drooping his head and sighing:

"The other party can also think of this... When I rushed to several of the orphanages, I already found that people from the Church of Storms were guarding the entrances and exits, strictly prohibiting me from continuing to contact the children inside. Moreover, although I did not interact with them,

The children preached the doctrine, but when I taught them how to read, the example sentences I wrote on the blackboard were excerpts from the Enlightenment Scriptures... I don't know how this matter was dug out by the hateful storm fanatic believers, so it was further confirmed.

My illegal preaching behavior.”

Isn't this just a classic quote taken out of context? Klein wanted to say something to comfort him. His eyes glanced at the supporting documents and contracts and agreements spread out on the table, but he finally swallowed his words.

Lionel raised his head at this time and laughed at himself openly:

"Although I am confident that my eloquence and my ability to debate the Sun Doctrine are better than anyone else, the Kingdom of Loen will not give me the opportunity to argue the doctrine, so I originally planned to leave the issue to professionals... These days, I

I went to several law firms and found several famous barristers, but because it involved conflicts of faith and religious struggles, no one was willing to take on the referee's defense, even if I gave money to the barrister's assistant.

It was all in vain. Even before I received the notice of the Inquisition, my bank account had been frozen indefinitely for being 'suspected of supporting illegal religious activities'."

The situation is not only pessimistic... Klein shook his head secretly, remembering that when he took time to accompany the sun believer on the subway back to his residence in the afternoon to get information, he spent a long time at the attendant window where he bought the ticket, but he couldn't take it out.

With enough coins to make 4 pennies, I could only hold three pitiful copper pennies, and looked at me behind me for help.

"My landlord has also informed me that he knew I was in trouble and would refund part of the rent and deposit I had paid in advance and let me move out before next week..." Lionel said in a relaxed tone.

He smiled and said, "Looking at the bright side, I can still get at least a dozen pounds. This money is enough to support me to live for a while. If you choose to sleep on the floor at St. Hilary's Church at night, call the priest there.

Start by doing some hard work such as moving equipment, and your daily expenses can even be reduced to negligible."

St. Hilaryn's Church, if I remember correctly, is the territory of the Church of Steam. You, a believer in the eternal blazing sun... Oh, you coexist peacefully in the Republic of Intis, so that's okay. Klein had a headache.

I took two deep breaths and sighed to myself for the first time how difficult it was to handle this mess.

But he does not regret taking on this hard job, because there is no doubt that Lionel, the cleric envoy from Intis, knows the Ambassador Beclang! And through his previous testing, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he can basically confirm that both

The relationship between them is not very good, and they seem to be in a state of disdain for each other.

Referring to his country's diplomatic ambassador to the Kingdom of Loen, Lionel's statement at the time was this - "Go to him to settle the trouble? It's better to hope that the crazy and rude Storm Fanatic believers will take the initiative to kneel down and admit their mistakes. He thought

I don’t know what he got involved in, and he was so proud of how he was playing tricks on his opponents..."

This vaguely disdainful speech undoubtedly gave Klein a shot in the arm, allowing him to see from afar the breakthrough point in his recent predicament.

Perhaps, if we can maintain a good relationship with this clergyman, the threat from the ambassador may be easily resolved...

Unfortunately, before Klein could make any more tests, Alice's Watson vest returned home, and their conversation was interrupted.

"I understand." Listening to Lionel's account of his "misery", Arthur Watson nodded unmoved, suddenly raised his eyes to look at Klein, lifted the tea cup in his hand, "Xia

, the tea is cold, go to the kitchen and make a new pot. By the way, bring me the flavored honey and maple syrup, I need to add some sugar tonight."

Could the reason for telling me to go away be any rougher? Klein complained silently and glanced at the two people silently. He was wise enough not to ask any more questions, and he carried the white porcelain teapot with a pattern outlined in gold thread.
To be continued...