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Chapter 180 Destiny
"It's raining."

When Su Lin returned to the Nightingale Tavern, it was already raining lightly, and the last bus just passed by this street, splashing a little water.

Judging from the increasingly dense raindrops in the lights of the street lamps, it is likely that the rain will become heavier tonight. Su Lin put away his umbrella and walked to the negative floor.

As expected, there were only a few scattered tables of guests. The service staff at the counter was watching the Luen Daily to pass the time. When they saw Su Lin coming, they quickly stood up straight and said hello.

Su Lin waved his hand, work hard when it's time to work, fish when it's time to fish.

Those aristocratic gentlemen in Ruen would not choose to go out to gamble on a rainy day, so tonight's doomed not to make a living, and the rich second-generation people living nearby are regular visitors here.

Su Lin glanced around, but didn't see McCarroll, felt it, and walked towards a certain room.

In the room

A well-dressed young man fell asleep on the Simmons, the saliva slipped from the corner of his mouth and soaked the pillow, as if he had a wonderful dream.

Myroka was sitting on a chair not far away, holding an ink pen in her hand and writing vigorously on the straw paper, sometimes writing and sometimes revising.

After a long time, her mood fluctuated slightly, but the ability of the psychiatrist quickly calmed her down. She glanced at the content on the straw paper, which was crumpled into a ball and thrown aside.

"Ugh"

With a sigh, McCarroll glanced at the clock on the wall, stood by the bed and lifted the cup from the young man's body.

"Mr. Dick, Mr. Dick." McCarroll called softly. The young man woke up from his dream, his eyes were still a little confused, as if he was reminiscing about the beautiful charm just now.

"Well, did I fall asleep again?" Dick rubbed his eyes, skillfully pulled out a leather bag from his arms, and took out a gold pound with a denomination of 5 from it.

"Every time I'm with you, I seem to have endless energy and never get tired." Dick glanced at McCarroll obsessively, and said, "Do you really not consider my proposal, Miss Medici, although my father I won't recognize you, but you can live in my private estate."

McCullough was silent for a moment, thinking silently in her heart:
"Of course you will feel strong, because I actually gave you a psychological treatment. After a good dream, you will have a deep sleep. This is much better for your body than drinking and sex."

McCarroll deliberately showed a moved expression, and then said softly but firmly:
"You are so generous every time. Mr. Dick, you deserve better girls."

After skillfully evading, McCarroll watched the most generous guest, Dick, go out, while she stayed and packed up the room, such as the draft paper she had just thrown away.

She looked back at where she was sitting just now, and saw a familiar figure sitting on a chair, holding crumpled draft papers in her hands.

"boss?!"

"Shh." Su Lin made a quiet gesture, flipping the paper in his hand.

After a while.

"Although it's not the type of novel I like, it's pretty good." Su Lin nodded and commented, "Why, do you want to change careers?"

The story written above is a classic Cinderella plot, where a commoner girl meets a young aristocratic earl.
McCarroll showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and replied tremblingly:

"No, it's just a hobby hahaha when did you come?"

She is Jennifer, who said that the boss went to a private dinner, isn't the socializing of the nobles very time-consuming?
"About 10 minutes ago, I came to inform you that Thursday is a holiday." Su Lin got up and walked in front of McCarroll, took the gold list with a denomination of 5 from her hand, and found four gold pounds with a denomination of 4. .

"This is the handling fee for the venue." Su Lin also conveniently put the stack of crumpled papers in her hand:

"I suggest you write some novels about the overbearing Roselle falling in love with me. Maybe the readers of Loen like this kind of novel?"

Watching Su Lin go out, McCarroll glanced at the few gold pounds in his hand, so Mr. Salier acquiesced to her behavior?

"Are you and your family free this Thursday morning?" Su Lin suddenly turned back and asked McCarroll.

McCullough's head buzzed and fell into a brief blank.

What was he talking about just now?Is my ear wrong?He asked me if I was free on Thursday morning?The ability of the psychiatrist has lost its effect at this moment, and his own rationality is at a historically low level.

"I'm going to hold a team building for employees. You may not know what team building is, um." Su Lin thought for a while and said, "I'm planning to organize a trip, right here. Our store is closed to the public. Everyone relax."

"I don't have to go to work on Wednesday. We gather at the tavern at 8:[-] am on Thursday, and have dinner at Sezoren Restaurant at noon. My treat."

McCarroll withdrew from the unrealistic idea just now, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this is normal, no...as a boss, it is not normal either.
What she didn't know was that on Thursday morning, the Feysac Empire's airship fleet would pass through the border of Sonia Island, and with the help of a Sequence [-] angel, a weather warlock, they would launch a bombardment silently .

Neither Su Lin nor Zhongli could stop this action directly, but Su Lin's subordinates could easily protect their safety.

Backlund
"Be sure to bring your family to the Nightingale Tavern, there will be valuable gifts then." Su Lin said to McCarroll.

"OK."

Su Lin closed the door, leaving McCarroll in a daze.

family
next morning
McCarroll returned home before dawn. As always, she restrained her disgust before entering the door, her lips pursed a few times, and a smile appeared.

"I am back."

"I've said it several times, don't get up so early and wait for me."

After opening the door, McCarroll looked at a blonde girl with double braids and freckles on her face, and took out a few gold pounds from her pocket.

"Ellis, Harvey, Gardner, Jeff's tuition and living expenses, mail them over."

"It's time for you to go to school in two months."

"Levy, from now on, you will go to buy bread and vegetables with Sister Wei Na, and learn how to do it. You are a mature boy." McCarroll squatted down and touched the head of a boy about 10 years old.

"You don't have to eat black bread this week. My sister's new boss is a good man, and he raised my sister's salary a lot."

"Well, the previous boss was also a good person, don't get me wrong."

In the eyes of the children, McCarroll is full of maternal brilliance, going out every day to work hard to bring them food and clothes.

"This one pound." McCarroll hesitated for a moment, and took out a gold pound from the bag: "I can buy more meat this week. On Thursday, my sister has to go to work during the day, so I don't have to do my share."

After McCarroll gave her orders, she felt a little drowsy. She walked towards her room and looked out of the clean glass window in the corridor. There was a faint white light on the other side of the sky.

She suddenly had an illusion, as if all the hardships of the past, the hardships of life, and the injuries of the past gradually melted into the hazy white light covered by clouds and mist.

McCarroll turned her head away, and was in a rational state for an instant. She used comfort to herself.

She is still not used to the day.

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Earl Hall's estate
Dawn Dantès, played by Klein, exchanged pleasantries with Earl Hall, then walked towards the center of the crowd with the cane in his left hand and a glass of champagne in his right hand.

"Mr. Mora, please forgive me, this foundation is not your business alone." A member of parliament 'rebuked' the elegant middle-aged man in front of him with righteous words, "As a member of the Loen Kingdom, I have Responsibility and obligation to participate to the best of your ability.”

"Exactly, this is a very meaningful foundation." Holding a glass of red wine in his hand, a nobleman said affirmatively:
"As Emperor Roselle said, take from the people and use it to the people."

"If that day really comes, I will actively participate in the related operations of the foundation. Money and food are far less important to us than the smiling faces of the civilians in Backlund."

Zhongli praised politely: "Everyone's kindness and love are as vast as the Hornages Mountains."

He exchanged glances with Klein, and Klein smiled, then looked up at the resplendent and golden ceiling above his head.

On the carriage going back at night
Audrey sat opposite Zhongli and Klein, her eyes were bright, and a smile was drawn on the corner of her mouth, and she said happily:

"Great! Mr. Pope, Mr. World."

"Everyone is willing to participate in the major disaster emergency fund. Maybe there is no way to prevent the war, but it can minimize the loss as quickly as possible."

The driver of the carriage didn't know that Earl Hall's daughter was also in the carriage. He just obeyed the master's order and sent Mr. Mora and Mr. Dawn Dantès back to No. 160 Boklund Street.

"Miss Justice, I hope you'll make preparations in advance." Klein took off his top hat and put it in his arms, "You should know that."

The smile on the corner of Audrey's mouth slowly disappeared, she seemed a little lost, "Most people don't take it seriously, they just say compliments to make friends with Mr. Pope."

But Audrey said with some expectation in her tone, "There are also many people who feel that they can participate in this matter and think that this matter is meaningful."

"Although they feel far away. Hmm."

She seems to be thinking of a word to describe, and wants to describe the mental state of these people with words.

"It's like a pursuit, the pursuit of the meaning of life, and wanting to do some good things."

"Based on my experience," Zhong Li seemed to be remembering, his pupils were slightly dilated, and the long history seemed to be condensed into a subtle light in his eyes, "The unity of knowledge and action is often the most difficult step."

"What you think in your heart does not mean you can do it, and your thoughts at that time may not change in the future."

"I understand." Audrey's eyes darkened slightly. At this moment, she thought of her parents and her brothers. What if it was her parents and brothers.

She didn't know what the real situation of the war was like, so she could only try her best to learn fear from the cold data and the tragedy between the lines from the books she had learned in the past, so as to bring a sense of urgency to herself.

How will the lives of those people change?
The sound of the wheels of the carriage and the rattle of the horse's hooves is very clear on the street at night. These sounds reach the ears like the waves on the river rolling in, like the coming war.

"Miss Justice."

After a brief silence, Klein said:
"This war is also an opportunity for you to advance."

"You can try to digest the dreamwalker's potion as soon as possible."

Audrey smiled wryly, "It's really an expensive price, I understand, Mister World."

"May I know how long it will take?"

Klein thought for a while, then lifted his folded palms from his raised legs, and compared a number.

"Two months?" Audrey asked tentatively.

"Two days."

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"Hey, how many times has this happened recently?" A pirate with a gray beard dragged the blood on the deck with a mop, "You boy, what are you doing with me?"

"You belong to the captain."

"Captain's"

His vocabulary is a bit lacking, and it can't be said that he is lacking, but he dare not say this. If those guys in the cabin hear it, his old bones will probably fall apart.

"Forget it." He continued to struggle to clean the coagulated blood clots on it, and took out a sharp knife from his waist to pick out the blood stains in the gap later.

"You also follow their example, don't you?" Lu Mingfei was busy with a rag in his hand, and the place where the rag wiped was smooth and bright, because he secretly cast a spell.

"Old John, why are you still being a pirate at such an old age?" Lu Mingfei stood up straight and looked at the "battlefield" in front of him. Because of his instigation, today is the second bosun and the fourth bosun. There was a friendly exchange, but some people did not talk about Wude and launched a sneak attack in the middle, which caused a melee of dozens of people.

Unfortunately, I did not directly cause it.

Old John was ordered to clean up the deck. The old pirate was almost 60, and he usually did logistical work.

Lu Mingfei felt a little sorry, so he took the initiative to clean up with him on the deck. Although Lu Mingfei was a newcomer, no one dared to command him now.

"Can't you retire early?" Lu Mingfei took two steps to the front of the deck and started a new round of homework: "Could it be possible that you also want to be the One Piece, chasing the unique treasure?"

"Hahaha" Old John stood up straight and rubbed his waist twice, "Retirement, why retire, I just got on the boat this year, and I haven't saved enough money yet."

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, and he looked at Old John in disbelief.

"What? Not like it?" Old John patted the bicep of his arm, and said, "I used to work as a boatman in the dock area of ​​Backlund, and I only went to sea this year."

"You are so old, what are you doing here to be a pirate?"

Lu Mingfei thought he had been on the boat for many years. After all, the other party had bronzed skin and obvious signs of sun exposure, and his face was older than normal.

"Your son didn't stop you?"

He had only heard old John talking about his son two days ago, and his son seemed to be living on the shore.

"Missing." Old John picked up the wooden handle of the mop and continued to work, "Did you know about the great smog in Backlund?"

"He disappeared on the third day."

Lu Mingfei felt that he had stepped on a thunderbolt, but two days ago, when Old John was chatting, he said something like his son had done recently.

"where's your wife?"

"I got sick and died." Old John paused slightly and said.

"Sorry." Lu Mingfei secretly slapped himself on the mouth and concentrated on wiping the stain.

"Actually, I still have a daughter." Old John walked to Lu Mingfei's side and looked up at the stars and the red moon in the sky. There is a benefit of being on the sea, you can often see the stars and the red moon.

Lu Mingfei was a little afraid to answer.

"She is very beautiful. If she is still alive, I really want to introduce her to you, provided that you are not a pirate hahahaha." Old John buried his head and continued to clean.

"Is it also because of the smog?" Lu Mingfei looked at Old John, and remembered the smog incident that everyone talked about in the Tarot meeting.

"Yeah." Old John said without raising his head, "My son is missing, my daughter is sick, the port is closed and I am unemployed at home, and my wife went out to sell herself to make a living, but I also fell ill."

"I thought it was meaningless to be alive, so I jumped off the pier."

"When I woke up, I was picked up by the boatswain, and I have been staying on this boat."

Lu Mingfei subconsciously clenched the rag in his hand, and he felt the blood flow in his body slow down.

"When I was young, I yearned for the sea, but I never went out to sea in my life. I carried it on the pier every day." Old John sneered, "I didn't expect to be a pirate at this age."

"Fate is really wonderful, hehehe."

Old John looked at Lu Mingfei as if he remembered something, then lowered his voice and said, "Actually, being a pirate is also good. The food is much better than when I was working on land. You can eat meat for every meal."

"You need to eat more with such a small body, maybe one day hey, it will come in handy."

Old John smiled wretchedly, and his eyes swung from Lu Mingfei to the position of the main ship, where was the captain's cabin.

Lu Mingfei smiled and continued to squat down and wipe the deck.

The waves beat against the side of the ship, causing layers of snow-white spray, and the sea breeze rushed in. The cool wind brought the smell of salty sea water into the nostrils, as well as the smell of iron rust left by dried and coagulated blood.

(End of this chapter)