I was a god in the 18th century

Seeing Owen's calm and indifferent look, Xia Qingdai suddenly became naughty, stretched out a jade arm from the quilt, and headed towards the balcony of the castle.

A section of bright wrist muscle reflects the flowing clouds, making it seem real and illusory in the night.

Owen felt a little hesitant when he saw the huge palm stopped in front of him.

What does it mean? Let him go up?

Before he could think about it, Xia Qingdai had already spoken: "Come up here and I'll take you flying!"

Owen: "..."

Is this really good?

But he still raised his feet into Wuzhishan as she asked, and as soon as he stood up, his hands continued to rise.

Whether it was inertia or wind resistance, Owen fell directly into Xia Qingdai's palm. Not to mention standing up again, it's good if you can hold your ground and not lie flat.

The night wind whistled by his ears, and everything in the world shrank rapidly.

He couldn't see or hear anything except the clouds and wind that passed by quickly, and his eyes were completely unable to open due to the wind.

For Xia Qingdai, it was just a slow movement of raising her arms, but for Owen, it was more exciting than bungee jumping.

Xia Qingdai didn't really take Owen out of the small world - even if she wanted to, she couldn't. She just lifted Owen up to the height of a nearby mountaintop and then stopped.

The wind stopped, and Owen felt himself stop too.

When I opened my eyes, I felt like the whole world was at my feet.

It turns out that this is what their town looks like when viewed from the sky.

He could even see the glass lamp in the courtyard of Leavesworth three miles away.

From the sky, the distance of three miles seems to take only an instant.

"So this is what flying feels like." Owen murmured.

When Xia Qingdai heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous. It was a pity that she hadn't even flown yet! I’ve never even flown on a plane!

The little people thought she could travel all over the world, but in fact she could only watch them from a small space!

Owen could see the entire town, but she couldn't see further as she stood higher, because her vision was blocked by an unknown force.

"What does it feel like to fly?" Xia Qingdai asked.

Owen looked up at the hazy Xia Qingdai outside the clouds with some strangeness, and replied: "The feeling of freedom and excitement, like dancing on the scythe of death, my scalp is numb."

Xia Qingdai was amused by his description. Well, aristocrats speak nicely and express their fears in such a fresh and refined way.

"Sending you down."

Xia Qingdai slowly moved her arms again and sent Owen to the balcony. The latter jumped down from Wuzhi Mountain and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Flying on the wind is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

Owen stretched out his hand to hold on to the balcony railing to support his body, his feet were so weak.

After waiting for a long time, he was pulled back to the ballroom by Jack Brown who opened the curtain and came to look for him.

Of course Xia Qingdai has returned to the dance hall long ago!

Jane Austen couldn't find her anywhere. When the dance started, Wesley, who had the courage to ask her, asked her to dance again.

So Xia Qingdai, who returned to the dance hall, is now sitting alone, watching the people dancing on the dance floor.

When the twelve o'clock bell rang, the first wave of guests left. Those who were willing to play all night stayed for the second game. Count Walstein invited Xia Qingdai to stay and dance, saying that the young people's event was in the middle of the night, but she declined.

Her youth doesn’t need to be proven by dance moves.

As a senior high school student who is about to take the college entrance examination, Xia Qingdai can't wait to divide her energy into two parts, so she must restrain herself!

Although I don’t need to sleep as much now, I can’t all use the extra time for playing. I still have to focus on studying.

Young idler, an old beggar.

She didn't want to live in a miserable state just running for survival, with few chances to change her fate.

After seeing off Jane and Jane's sister, Xia Qingdai quickly asked the driver to turn the horse around and return to Fucui Villa.

If Xia Qingdai wanted to leave the castle, she had to ask Owen to open a map for her, so Owen was always sitting in the carriage.

Xia Qingdai rarely left the castle, let alone at night, so it was quite fresh at the moment. With no one to chat with, she simply raised the curtains and looked at the receding night view outside the car window.

The Brutners were not in the same carriage as Owen, and they were still at the ball.

As for the young boy Gauss, who was only twelve years old, it was certainly impossible for him to be taken to a social dance. He stayed alone in Fucui Villa, and he was probably already dreaming about Wonderland at this moment.

When everything was silent, even the sound of cars rolling on the road became very clear.

"Ah, it's snowing." Xia Qingdai stretched her right hand out of the window to catch the snow. The snowflakes did not melt in the palm of her hand, and it was ice cold. She looked down at the snow and smiled unconsciously.

The snow at midnight is so beautiful. It embellishes the whole town with a fairy tale feel.

The vast amount of ancient poems that Xia Qingdai had stored for the college entrance examination came to mind, and she was about to pick a suitable one to recite, when out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a small person curled up in the corner of a department store in a small town.

"parking!"

Xia Qingdai shouted, and the car quickly stopped amidst the sound of the groom's "hush".

Before it could stop, Xia Qingdai had jumped out of the carriage, followed closely by Owen.

He looked up and saw her quickly running to the corner to help the child huddled under the eaves.

Just when she touched him, the child fell down, and the way he fell was very stiff.

Seeing this scene, Owen felt a thump in his heart and had a bad premonition.

Xia Qingdai did the same. She stretched out her hand to feel the child's breath, then felt his pulse, and felt a chill in her heart.

This is a little girl, but she has been frozen to death, and there are still a few burning matches at her feet.

There is a slum in the town, and a poorhouse has also been built to relieve the poor. The expenses there are taxed by the residents.

If such a child becomes an orphan with no one to support him, he will usually be adopted from a poorhouse. He should not end up freezing to death on the street.

On this originally poetic and picturesque snowy night, the appearance of a frozen child is like a black blade that cuts apart the fairy tale.

"Ah, isn't this the child of Lisa's family? Ah! What a crime! What a crime! That prostitute must have rolled into some bastard's bed, and she doesn't care about the child! She is always like this! In the summer, this child was even raped Just fish her out of the pond! With such a prostitute mother, I already told her she wouldn’t grow up!” Andrew, the coachman, said cursingly, as if he recognized the child.

"Mr. Owen, you should issue a detention ticket and send Lisa, that prostitute who likes to show off her big white legs to solicit customers, to the correctional facility and give her a good whipping!"

Owen's uncle was once the Sheriff of the Fortress Villa. Now that Owen has inherited the Villa, he naturally also inherited the position of Sheriff.

In the eighteenth century, Britain, like the Qing Dynasty, had a system of self-governance in the countryside.

In other words, Irving does have the right to issue arrest warrants.