Chapter 193

A silent tea party.

More accurately, it should be that there are few words and profound topics. The feeling is not that the host deliberately ignores the guests, but that after excluding the adjustment of gossip, the guests can't keep up with the rhythm of the host in the field of literature and art.

This sudden rise and fall of the topic is like the waves, soft and gentle. Waves wash the rocks, but the hard rocks don't get it.

It is like the highness of the Lord. Even in the same wide hall, it still forces people to look up and worship.

Siegfried gave others such a human setting. He had the noble and erudite knowledge that the whole Martinique did not have. When people only looked at him, they could not help but admire the kingdom.

But Miss Emily still had doubts.

Although the tea on her hand was very sweet and the host's etiquette was very considerate, she still felt a kind of faint sadness and alienation with the girl's intuition.

In fact... Up to now, she has known Qi Gefei for only two days, but every time she meets, she can clearly distinguish the broad, tall and farther back, which can't catch up with or catch.

Recalling the first meeting on the beach, Qi Gefei's enthusiasm was like the scorching sun. With the heat of burning everything, she easily branded an indelible mark in her heart.

Then there was the second meeting, the banquet. She learned Qi Gefei's identity and her attitude inevitably became formal.

It seems that Qi Gefei's sadness began at that time. It was not obvious at first, but his manners were polite and restrained. He didn't even exceed the moment when dancing together.

Then, today, this alienation and sadness is more obvious. He skillfully revolves between her and zierned, and no one will have the idea of being ignored, but Miss Emily always feels that ziegfried seems to prefer to talk to zierned

Can it be said that his own prudence hurt his slender heart and made him misunderstand that falling flowers are intentional and ruthless?

How!

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

"How beautiful, sunset..." she tried to find the topic.

"The sun was sinking in the west, and the three of us hid in the woods in the afterglow of the sunset. My calm and simple heart could hardly imagine a sweeter state than I was then..."

Miss Emily was stunned. "Excuse me?"

Acharin smiled bitterly: "it's Mr. Rousseau's new Alice. It's a very moving letter, which can make people feel the interweaving of helplessness and longing between the lines. He is a great man. In my opinion, he is no less than Mr. Baudelaire and Mr. lear."

Miss Emily also felt the feeling of helplessness and longing. It was clearly such a hot feeling, and it was clear that Qi Gefei worked so hard to respond to her

But she only heard Rousseau's name. She heard that he liked to talk nonsense in the field of politics. She never knew that he was still a poet and writer.

She doesn't know the relevance of that sentence at all, let alone what new Alice says

What a sad story!

Acharin seemed to see her embarrassment. He gently put down his glass and stood up: "when the sun and moon alternate, the sun still dominates the world. Ernie, I have prepared a gift for you. Have you heard of the Roma in the new town?"

"Roma? Pagans who can predict the future?"

"It's not so accurate." acharin waved his hand. "Their ability is divination. They ask the Lord for advice with a devout heart, not prediction. In addition, they are all believers of God like us."

Miss Emily's eyes glittered, "is divination accurate?"

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

"You are so wise."

Acharin was noncommittal: "Eni, do you want to see the diviner? I invited her."

No matter what era, women seem to have no resistance to skills such as divination and prediction, and the clearer the future, the more enthusiastic they are about such things.

The maid led Miss Emily to the temporary divination tent. Acharin fell a few steps back and accompanied zilned side by side.

"Major, why don't you talk to Ernie more? Silence and silence can't make a lady fall in love with you. Don't live up to my kindness."

Zilned suddenly had an impulse to stand at attention and salute

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

"Don't you think what I say?"

"No! It's just that quiet social intercourse is not my field, and the purpose is marriage. I always feel that... The previous means are not suitable."

"It seems that you have considered it carefully... I'm sorry."

"Where, I am always grateful for your care!"

"Really?" acharin smiled inexplicably. "Don't let the lady wait for a long time. Let's go."

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The purple Dome Tent stood by the pond of the manor horse farm, surrounded by men in Roma clothes who were silent and busy, bowed their heads one by one, looking timid and shy.

Led by the maid, Miss Emily went into the tent. Her eyes adapted to the dim candle light in the tent and began to receive information again.

The tent was very empty, without any superfluous decoration. Only a gorgeous woolen blanket was laid in the middle of the tent.

There is a woman, two men and three people in the line opposite the blanket.

The two men stood side by side with their hands behind them. The shorter one, wearing obvious Roma clothes and serious expression, is bell. Miss Emily, who was taller, happened to know the leader of the guard, Lorraine, who had never been introduced by name.

The woman was Noah. She knelt between the two men and the woolen blanket, facing the tent door, wearing a translucent gold veil, covering her head and face, revealing only her eyes.

The bold clothes correspond to her conservative temperament. The pure black lining under the gauze clothes looks like covering from the wrist to the neck without revealing any excess skin.

A dark purple crystal ball was placed in front of her, surrounded by short swords, conch shaped crystal cups and 22 candlesticks.

The light is refracted and shuttled among these bright objects, reflecting purple and orange, interwoven with light and shade, making people intoxicated.

But Miss Emily couldn't be intoxicated. She couldn't help but have a fever on her face when she thought that zigfei's guard leader would watch the secret divination all the way.

Lorraine saw Miss Emily's hesitation and said softly, "the Roma are unknown, the investigation time is insufficient, and there is no evidence. Miss is a golden body, and the master asked me to stay in the account to protect your safety."

"Zigfei, he... But..."

Lorraine turned her hand and showed two balls of cotton in front of Miss Emily: "the value of the guard is only to guard. I have no intention to explore your privacy. What happens next will be tight lipped."

"Really?"

Lorraine put cotton in her ear in front of everyone: "I swear to God, don't listen, don't speak."

Miss Emily's mind calmed down.

There was no chair in the tent. Like Noah in front of her, she gathered her supporting skirt and knelt hard. She tried to ask, "are you Roma's diviner?"

Noah shook her head slowly. "I am the mouthpiece of the Lord. Divination is just a title given to me by the ignorant."

"Is divination accurate?"

"The Lord will send you advice through me, not about right or wrong, but only about statement. As for how to adopt and interpret it is your freedom, the gospel has no true solution, and the true solution exists in the hearts of the people."

Miss Emily straightened her back. "Can you divine anything?"

"Everything in the world has the attention of the Lord." Noah lowered his tone mysteriously. "Can we start?"

"Yes, please start..."