◎I can only pray that the little wolf doesn't move so fast. ◎
The two of them vented their grievances and drank wine. They did not dare to be lazy for too long. Christina quickly packed up everything. She rewrapped the cloth and only took some time to capture Oslo. The two planned to wait until the dinner was over in the moonlight. Things to do after discussion.
Christina winked at her: "It's almost a full moon, I can't wait to share my inspiration with you."
When they opened the cellar door, the setting sun had dyed the fallen leaves in the garden into a carpet of gold and red. This made Dill wonder how beautiful the Green Valley River must be at this time, but a few noisy crows reminded her of the darkness. Thoughts, she heard those guys whispering about doom, death, and disaster...
Holzorg. Hearing this last name again, Dill couldn't tell whether she was afraid or looking forward to it.
The knight is fake, and so is the boy. He is a wolf.
Despite this, when facing Christina, she still subconsciously avoided Mucha and did not reveal the true mask of the wolf knight to another moon witch.
Maybe she should admit it, before that "Sir Holdrog" arrives... Dill opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Suddenly there was a push from behind, and she fell into a ball of warm fallen leaves. The fine gaps between the leaves were filled with golden sunlight. It was like lying on a ball of freshly dried goose feathers. Christina's laughter and the sound of the big white goose came from behind. With the sound of flapping wings, all Dill's thoughts were scattered and scattered as the colorful fallen leaves rotated.
The two girls played among the fallen leaves for a while, recalling the autumn harvest festival in Miller Valley, the fragrant roasted sweet potatoes and chestnuts, and made an appointment with each other to go back together eventually. Christina confidently told her friends that when she arrived at the goddess temple, she would file a lawsuit with the goddesses first.
Different from the gorgeous halls and heavy fortresses, the Maiden Tower is a spire tower built entirely of white stone, with a row of slender poplar trees planted in front of the tower. Christina tells her that everything here is white, symbolizing the purity of the women who live here. Foreign men are not allowed in the Maiden Tower, and only young maids are allowed in and out. Even married women must obtain permission before they are allowed to visit.
There is only one entrance here, which is a red oak door that requires four people to push open. Christina showed Mrs. Leicester's token, and four stout maids immediately stepped forward to lift the door bolt, which was as thick as a log.
They entered the tower. Inside was a spiral staircase made of white quartz, which spiraled upward along the pillars and led directly to an exquisite iron flower window on the top of the tower. The light outside was like a crystal lantern in a church, which was indeed very beautiful. A place suitable for a pure girl.
"The eldest daughter Rosalie, the second daughter Barbara, and the youngest Chloe is still a baby. It is said that all three are the same age. The most important thing is Miss Rosalie. She has just turned sixteen. You don't have to worry. She is just like Mrs. Leicester, a sweet and sweet girl."
Dill thought of Mrs. Leicester and immediately had a good impression of Miss Rosalie in her heart, so she continued: "I am here just to prepare for Miss Rosalie's wedding."
"Getting married? Those people have such beautiful thoughts..."
Christina suddenly stopped talking, and heard the sound of hurried and overlapping footsteps upstairs. Several maids dressed similarly to Christina were hurriedly going downstairs.
Christina told her: "Miss's door has four layers of black iron lock sets, each with different keys. Duke and Mrs. Esther each hold one, the wet nurse holds another, and Miss herself also has one. On weekdays, Miss or The nanny can lock it at will, but all four floors must be locked before going to bed, so you can only come here to visit her during the day. Come on, we have to hurry up."
Just as Christina said, when they arrived at the lady's boudoir, an old maid in a starched dress was holding the door ajar, holding two black iron keys in her hand, obviously preparing to lock the door.
"You are late! Miss is going to rest." The maid obviously recognized Christina and hurriedly closed the door as soon as she saw her.
"Marge! Please!" Christina went up to pester her skillfully. The girl's voice was as sweet as sugar water. The servant girl's face softened when she shouted. In the end, she still couldn't bear to clamp the girl's ankles with the door panel.
But when she saw the unfamiliar Dill, her eyes couldn't help but become wary.
"This is the teacher that the madam wants me to introduce to the young lady. Good nanny, please be accommodating and don't scare the madam's guests."
"I'm not your wet nurse. Miss is really not feeling well today. Don't make too much noise and don't stay too long."
After she left, Christina complained to Dill in a low voice: "She is the same every day, as if a thief will break in and steal people at any time."
Dill saw that the two had a good relationship and couldn't help but snicker.
Miss Rosalie and her two younger sisters slept separately. Behind the door was a spacious and exquisite bedroom with carved door frames and large furniture such as dressing tables and wardrobes. It can be seen that Miss Lester The favor and status of being the apple of your eye. There is also a small balcony in the room that overlooks the Green Valley River outside. The afterglow of the setting sun burns a rolling wave of fire on the horizon, making the entire river look like molten gold.
The pink and green silk curtains were draped down, and there was no one else in the room. There was only one figure curled up on the bed. Just as Nurse Maggo said, Miss Rosalie was not feeling well.
Christina and Dill looked at each other, not knowing whether to go in for a moment, when they heard a weak female voice coming from behind the silk curtain:
"Tina?"
Christina immediately went up and pulled up the green silk with silk thread.
"It's me, miss. Madam asked me to bring you a new female teacher."
Dill met a pair of blue and gentle eyes. The girl was wearing a silk white nightgown and showed a shy smile to the stranger. Dill was almost certain that this was exactly what Mrs. Leicester had looked like in her youth.
The girl looked at Dill, and soon noticed the big white goose peeping around her. She probably had never seen such a strange combination before, and she couldn't help but laugh.
This was a good opportunity. Dill gave a simple salute: "My name is Dill, dear lady. I heard that you are not feeling well, but I am really looking forward to seeing you. Please don't blame Tina."
Apart from her pale face, Rosalie seemed to be in good spirits: "I'm looking forward to seeing you too, but I didn't sleep well last night. I'm sorry for letting you see me looking so rude. Would you like to have a cup of tea with me?" ? I heard that you are from the east coast, so you won't reject me, right?"
The girl did not have the completely solidified dignity of her mother. She blinked her similar blue eyes, looking cute and naughty.
Dill couldn't help laughing: "This is my honor. I happen to have some East Coast tea here, if you are interested..."
Rosalie immediately asked Tina to get the teapot and teacup, obviously eager to try something new.
The hot water injected by Bipi instantly cooked the dry tea leaves, and the aroma of the burnt red tea soup was strong. Several girls of the same age soon started chatting. Rosalie, who was full of curiosity, was deeply attracted by the anecdotes told by Dill. Attracted, she immediately fell in love with the female teacher, and soon she was calling her "good sister, good sister" non-stop.
"It's a pity that since the last accident, my father has not allowed me to ride a horse... I haven't ridden along the river bank for a long time." She murmured to herself.
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Dill changed the topic. Although Rosalie was interested, she was too tired and soon began to fall asleep. Christina on the side handed her a feather pillow in time, and she tilted her head. and fell into a deep sleep.
Christina picked up the tea cup and smelled it: "balsam, hops... Calming tea?"
"Don't say you didn't see it, she was haunted by nightmares." Dill put away her previous relaxed expression.
"She hasn't slept well since that day." Christina sat on the edge of the bed on the other side and looked at Rosalie's peaceful sleeping face.
"My Lord has no son, so as the eldest daughter, Rosalie's engagement is extremely important. Not long ago, she went riding, and the horse went crazy and had an accident. It was Guise, the eldest son of Earl Rein of White Oak Beach, who rescued her in time. And proposed to her."
Dill affirmed: "Mrs. Leicester doesn't believe him."
Christina did not deny it: "White Oak Beach once competed with Green Emerald City for control of the Green Valley River, and they only declared surrender in recent years. If they are really loyal and loyal to save Rosalie, it is not impossible for the two families to form a good relationship. Your Excellency, Hesitating...
Dill is more concerned about another thing: "Is Rosalie willing?"
Christina had a complicated look on her face: "She was willing, but when Mrs. Leicester asked her about her situation at the time, she couldn't tell her. She just kept saying that she was willing to marry Geese, but she kept having nightmares."
Dill frowned, was he cursed? She has never heard of wizards in this world until now.
"Mrs. Leicester probably doesn't really want you to teach Rosalie how to be a bride."
Christina said with a rare serious expression:
"She hopes that you can learn the truth about that day from Rosalie before the two parties get engaged."
Dill nodded and remained silent.
Before the two of them finished speaking, Nurse Magg rushed in. When she saw Rosalie sleeping, she breathed a sigh of relief first, and then looked at the two of them, with a ferocious expression on her face that was already silently driving them out.
Dill hurriedly hugged Turnip and pulled Christina down from the tower quickly. They could still hear the door locks closing behind them.
Half of the night had fallen on the dome outside, and the breeze brought a bit of chill. Dill was still warm while holding the big white goose. She was still thinking about Lester and her daughter, and Christina beside her pulled her over. :
"Put Rosalie aside for now. There will be a banquet later. I want to help you get dressed up. Likewise, you have to help me."
Banquet? Dill looked at the enthusiastic Christina and couldn't help but started to have a headache.
I can only pray that the little wolf doesn't move so fast.