She Is Not a Witch - Vol 3 Chapter 105

In the castle of Viscount Moruo.

The large candle light lit by pine resin illuminates the room brightly. Viscount Mo Ruo sat behind the desk with a small seal in his hand, constantly turning, his expression unchanged, thinking about the problems he faced recently.

The room is very quiet, and the curtains are tightly drawn. This is his private space, and it is also rarely a place where he can completely calm down.

Just as long ago, his father taught him how he was when he was a teenager.

“You must use your heart to think about solutions to problems. You must learn to discover the essence of the world by yourself. Any information provided by others will lead you to bias. This is a qualified man.”

Three days have passed, and relying on the speed of the letter bird, the other party should have received the message, but now there is no reply.

If it wasn’t for them, then there is no need to be so silent, and if they did it, it would be interesting to remain silent at this time.

They know that their behavior has been exposed, but they don’t want to talk to themselves at this moment, and they continue to delay time. Maybe there are only two possibilities.

One is that they are still looking for opportunities, looking for opportunities to obtain their own secrets, so that they can be more confident in negotiations.

The second is that the man in prison is already an abandoned son, and the other party has already obtained what he wants to know and want, so he doesn’t care.

Either way it is possible, it means that in the forest and the city under the mountain, the other party still has manpower, allowing them to be free to act like this.

What a joke, myself.

Although it is only a low-profile viscount, but as the Moruo family that has passed on for more than 20 generations, does it really have such a face?

Compared with the other party’s malice, this neglect and carelessness made Viscount Mo Ruo even more angry.

Humph, if you were like this, then I had no choice but to die. Having lost that key item, it is basically impossible for him to open the prohibition in the ruins, which almost pushed him to a desperate situation.

Viscount Mo Ruo stayed in the study for a while before leaving the room.

“My lord, do you have any instructions?” When he walked out of the room, the loyal butler had been waiting for a long time.

“Tomorrow, someone will drag the captured person to the city, announce his crime in public, and then hang him.”

“Oh, yes, put two signs on him before he died, “Fire-Eyed Warbler” and “Blindfolded Man”. I see if they will react to these.”

“Yes, I understand.” The butler bowed deeply, and then silently followed the little man behind.

“The high-ranking investigator from Titanya is still there. Ask him to see me and say I invite him to dinner.”

“Yes.” The butler responded again.

“If you don’t let me get it, then I will also let you lose everything.” On the gray stone brick corridor, Viscount Mo Ruo showed a cruel smile.

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At the residence of the Roentgen Chamber of Commerce, Lorrain Hill was sitting with a group of people in a small warm room. They were sitting in a group. In the center was a pile of burning wood, which burned with dead branches and charcoal fire, exuding the heat of attack.

The residents of the southern border of the empire are not the same as those in the north. They belonged to the green empire relatively late and still retain many of the habits of the past. Rather than using a nice but inconvenient fireplace, they prefer this kind of stove that can sit in a crowd.

There may be some smoke and ashes, making the room not so tidy. But it is easy to build, and more people can sit by the fire, cook something by the way, and smoke the sausage hanging on the roof.

Because winter was coming, local residents began to prepare things for the winter, and Lorrain Hill also sat by the fire, learning to knit sweaters from the aunt on the side.

“Miss Messia learns very quickly.” A fat aunt sat by the fire, watching the woven thread in the girl’s hand gradually level, and she praised it slightly.

“Actually, I have been exposed to similar things before.”.

The girl remembered the process in which Baizao taught herself how to weave in that remote mountain village in the east. Although it’s not knitting, there are many similarities between the two, so it’s easier to learn.

“That’s really good, generally little girls do this relatively few. It’s all of us who are doing it.”

Several aunts smiled, most of them are local residents, servants in the resident, kitchen hands and so on. Apart from them, there are only four younger ones, including Lorrain Hill and Lottie, and the other two local girls.

At the moment they are also learning to knit sweaters, but the stitching is not as neat as Lorrain Hill. Of course, if you want to talk about the worst, it is not these two, but Lottie who is thinking about it on the other side.

Although the eldest lady of the duke’s family is quite good at dancing swords and swords, she is a bit unsatisfactory in her fine craftsmanship.

How did this stitch go in and hook it together? Looking at the tangled woolen yarn in her hand, it felt so difficult, but everyone was doing it, and Lottie didn’t want to give up.

She didn’t want Sister Messia to think that she was a girl who likes to escape but has no will.

When that gaze came over from time to time, Lottie was warm and nervous, hoping that the sister-like gentle girl could look at herself, but she did not want to expose her weak side.

“If you don’t have a clue, just let it go. Or sit down to my side and watch for a while, so maybe you’ll understand.” The girl looked at the troubled Lottie, beckoned to her, and let her sit over. .

“Ok.”

In the envious eyes of the other two girls, Lottie changed positions and sat next to the girl in the blonde and white dress, watching her hands gently and skillfully intersect the thread, her pale blue eyes were quiet and serious, kind of A faint tranquility emerged from this.

It would be great if this is really my sister.

Lottie thought slightly in her heart, then shook her head lightly, looking at Lorrainhill’s long and white fingers intently, woven the plain woolen yarn into neat and beautiful clothes in the butterfly-like trajectory.

The appearance of the sweater looks very layered, the bottom layer is meticulous and smooth, with raised stripes on the top, revealing the lines of the sweater, and then between the stripes and the bottom layer, there are small embellishments, which are like leaves. And small berries, make this dress look beautiful and not monotonous.

As the knitting time gradually elongated, part of it was placed on the white skirt on the knees, and it was baked by the fire, reflecting the luster of a little silk thread. If you touch it with your hand, you can feel the softness and warmth of the wool.

Seeing this sweater slowly taking shape, although she did not knit it by herself, Lottie also felt a touch of satisfaction and happiness.

“Is this dress woven according to her figure?” She curiously looked at the girl in the white skirt by the fire.

“No.” The girl’s quiet voice came from the fire.

“It’s for you, Lottie.”