Silent tea party.

To be more precise, it should be that there are not many words and high-level topics. It is not that the host intentionally neglects the guests, but that after eliminating the gossip, the guests can't keep up with the rhythm of the host in the field of literature and art.

This kind of topic that arises and falls suddenly is like ocean waves, soft and gentle, waves scouring the reef, but the stubborn stone is always ignorant.

It is like the lord's Gao, even in the same wide hall, still forcing people to look up and worship.

Siegfried gave others such a personality, possessing a noble and erudite that the entire Martinique did not have, so that people just looked at him and involuntarily developed an unstoppable admiration for the kingdom.

But Miss Emily still had doubts in her heart.

Although the refreshment in her hand is very sweet and the owner's etiquette is very thoughtful, she still feels a kind of unnoticeable sadness and alienation based on the girl's intuition.

Actually...As of today, she has known Siegfried for only two days, but every time she meets, she can clearly distinguish the wide and tall, farther and farther back, and can't catch up or catch it. arrive.

Recalling the first meeting on the edge of the tidal flat, Siegfried's enthusiasm was like a scorching sun, with the heat of scorching everything, easily imprinted in her heart that it will not be erased in a lifetime.

Then came the second meeting, the night banquet, when she learned of Siegfried's identity, her attitude inevitably became cautious.

Siegfried's grief seemed to have started from that time, and it was not obvious when he first came, but he was restrained a lot in polite manners, and he didn't even overstep the rules for a moment when he danced together.

Then, today, this alienation and grief are more obvious. He cleverly dealt with her and Zirned, and no one would have the idea of ​​being left out, but Miss Emily always felt that Siegfried seemed I would rather talk to Zirned...

Could it be that his own restraint hurt his slender heart, causing him to misunderstand that the falling flowers are intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless?

how come!

Miss Emily panicked and raised her eyes to see the sunset, the distant mountains gilded.

"It's so beautiful, the sunset..." She tried to find the subject.

"The sun is sinking in the west, and the three of us hid in the woods in the afterglow of the setting sun. My calm and innocent heart can hardly imagine a sweeter state than mine..."

Miss Emily was stunned: "Excuse me?"

Acharin smiled bitterly: "It's "New Elise" by Mr. Rousseau. It is a very moving letter, which can make people feel helplessness and longing intertwined between the lines. He is a great person, in my opinion. It’s not much better than Baudler and Mr. Lear."

Miss Emily also felt the feeling of helplessness and longing intertwined. It was obviously such a passionate feeling, and it was clear that Siegfried had worked so hard to respond to her...

But she had only heard Rousseau's name, and heard that he likes to speak out in the political field, and never knew that it was a famous poet and writer.

She didn't know the context of that sentence, let alone what "New Elise" was saying...

What a regretful story!

Acharin seemed to see her embarrassment, put down the cup gently, and stood up: "At the turn of the sun and the moon, the sun still rules the world. Aini, I have prepared a gift for you. You have heard of Xinlai Town. Roma on the road?"

"Roma? Those heretics who can predict the future?"

"It's not that accurate." Acharin waved his hand. "Their ability is divination. They ask the Lord with a pious heart, not foreknowledge. In addition, they are believers of God just like us."

Miss Emily's eyes sparkled: "Divination, is it accurate?"

"Don't believe it, I always feel that people cannot completely entrust the future to the Lord to arrange, this will make the Lord overwhelmed."

"You are so wise."

Acharin was noncommittal: "Aini, would you like to meet that fortune-teller? I invited her."

Regardless of the age, women seem to have no resistance to skills such as divination and prediction, and the more clear the future, the more enthusiastic about such things.

The maid led Miss Emily to the makeshift divination tent. Acharin fell a few steps and accompanied Zirned.

"Major, why don't you talk to Aini? Silence and reticence can't make a lady fall in love with you, don't disappoint my kindness."

Zirned suddenly had the urge to stand up and salute...

"Your knowledge is so profound, that..."

"Does it dislike me?"

"No! It's just that quiet socializing is not my area of ​​expertise, and the purpose is marriage, I always feel...the previous methods are not suitable."

"It seems that you have also thought about it... I'm sorry."

"Where, I am always grateful for Mr.'s care!"

"Really?" Yacharin laughed inexplicably, "Don't let the lady wait long, let's go."

...

A purple dome tent stood by the small pond of the manor’s horse farm, surrounded by men in Roma costumes in silence and busy, all bowed their heads, looking timid and fearful.

Miss Emily entered the tent under the leadership of the maid. After her eyes adjusted to the dim candlelight in the tent, she resumed receiving information.

The tent is very empty, without any extra decoration, only a gorgeous velvet blanket is spread in the middle of the tent.

There was a woman, two men and three people on the opposite side of the blanket.

The two men stood behind, standing side by side with their backs. The shorter one, dressed in obvious Romani clothes, with a serious expression, is Bell. The taller Miss Emily happened to know the leader of the guard, Lorraine, who had never been introduced by name.

The woman is Noah. She kneels and sits between the two men and the velvet blanket, facing the tent door, wearing a translucent gold gauze hood, covering her head and covering her face, only her eyes are exposed.

The bold clothing corresponds to her conservative temperament. The pure black lining is set off under the gauze, which seems to cover the wrist to the neck, without revealing any excess skin.

A deep purple crystal ball was placed in front of her, and daggers, conch-shaped crystal cups and twenty-two candlesticks were placed around the ball in strange shapes.

The light is refracted and shuttled in these bright and shining objects, reflecting the two colors of purple and orange, and the light and dark are intertwined, making people intoxicated.

It's just that Miss Emily couldn't indulge. When she thought that Siegfried's guard leader would watch this secret divination all the way, she couldn't restrain the fever on her face.

Lorraine saw Miss Emily's hesitation and said softly: "The origin of the Roma is unknown, the investigation time is insufficient, and there is no supporting evidence. Miss is a daughter of gold, and the master asks me to stay in the tent to protect your safety. "

"Siegfried, he...but..."

Lorraine flipped his hand to reveal two **** of cotton, and they lit up in front of Miss Emily: "The value of the guard is only guarding. I have no intention of investigating your privacy. What happens next will definitely be tight-lipped."

"real?"

Lorraine put cotton into her ears in front of everyone: "I swear to God, I will not listen or speak."

Miss Emily's mood calmed down~lightnovelpub.net~ There were no chairs in the tent. Like Noya in front of her, she knelt down with her skirt tightly closed, and tentatively asked: "Are you Roma's fortuneteller? "

Noya shook his head slowly: "I am the mouthpiece of the Lord, and divination is just a title given to me by the ignorant."

"Is it accurate?"

"The Lord will use me to convey advice to you. It has nothing to do with right or wrong, but just a statement. As for how to adopt and interpret it is your freedom. There is no true understanding of the gospel, and the true understanding lies in the hearts of the people."

Miss Emily straightened her back: "Can you tell me anything?"

"Everything in the world has the Lord's attention." Noya pretended to mysteriously lower the tone, "Can we start?"

"Yes, please start..."

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