Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Outside the lavender estate in Bangor Port, the purple sea of flowers and the red windmill cottages created a unique and beautiful scenery along the port.

Bowa followed in the crowd. She had heard about the young lady of the estate, a very big lady. Even the steward in charge of managing the estate rushed to welcome her, repeatedly reminding everyone not to run around or gaze recklessly at the young lady, an important figure they must not offend.

Bowa was actually quite curious about the young lady. She had never seen someone of such high status before. However, she was responsible for laundry, and there were still many clothes left to wash today. If she delayed her work, she would be reprimanded by the supervisor. Living and eating here with a decent salary, Bowa couldn’t afford to lose this job.

The supervisor was extremely strict. Bowa had witnessed another woman, chosen alongside her, being dismissed for damaging two pieces of clothing.

With her head down, Bowa meticulously and attentively cleaned the clothes, forgetting about the passing time. It wasn’t until footsteps and the murmurs of servants outside the courtyard wall reached her ears that her attention was momentarily diverted.

“The young lady is so beautiful, her long golden hair is like the princess in the books.”

“The young lady is also very kind. She gave Tom a gold coin as a reward.”

“Wow, if only I could get closer at that time.”

A hint of envy flashed in Bowa’s eyes, but she didn’t harbor jealousy because she knew she was clumsy, and bumping into important people could lead to trouble.

She hung the freshly washed clothes on the line.

At that moment, footsteps approached the door.

Bowa turned her head and saw the supervisor entering. She quickly wiped her hands on her apron and forced a smile on her face. “Supervisor.”

The supervisor’s expression was grim, and several other servants followed behind.

“Someone said they saw you stealing from others. Is that true?” the supervisor asked.

Bowa hurriedly denied, “No, it’s not true. I didn’t do it.”

“Supervisor, we found it. We found this in her bundle,” hurried footsteps outside again, and a group of older servants entered. The leader held a gold ring in his hand.

“Did you all see it taken from her bag?” the supervisor asked.

“Yes.”

“It was taken from her bag.”

“Yes, I saw it too.”

Several servants spoke up, including some who had worked at the estate for over a decade.

“It wasn’t me, supervisor. I didn’t take it,” Bowa exclaimed.

A few workers beside her accused, “We all saw it, and you’re still trying to deny it. Women like you are the best at pretending.”

“Yes, we didn’t expect Bowa, who looks so honest, to be this kind of person.”

The supervisor remained expressionless, and seeing this, Bowa became even more nervous.

The last time someone was dismissed, the supervisor had the same expression.

“Master, could you help me take a look at her tomorrow? Just as my friend, this is the money I’ve saved,” Lauren took out a money bag from his pocket.

Lynn didn’t refuse—he had promised Lauren this matter from the beginning.

“Tell me the address. I’ll go take a look tomorrow.”

Lauren gave Lynn the address, then climbed out of the window and left the room.

Watching Lauren, who was so excited today that he forgot to close the balcony door, Lynn smiled and sincerely felt happy for him.

Lynn reversed the book he was reading and placed it on the table.

He walked to the balcony, and a cold breeze swept in as the curtains fluttered.

He then pulled down the curtains and closed the balcony door.

Sitting back at the desk, Lynn suddenly froze.

On top of the alchemy book he had just put down, there was now an additional book with a brown leather cover on mutation studies, and he had no idea when it appeared.

With his current mental strength, he could vividly recall that there was absolutely no such book here just now!

Lynn turned his head to scan the room.

The room was empty, without any additional presence.

But the book on the table was undeniably real.

“Serena?” Lynn spoke.

The room remained silent, and there was no response.

Lynn lowered his head and picked up the book on the table.

‘Introduction to Mutation Studies and Fundamentals.’

Teacher, was it you?

Then why were you unwilling to come out and meet me?

Lynn sighed inwardly.

As he flipped through the pages, a blank sheet of paper floated down between the pages.

His eyes lit up.

Picking up the sheet of paper, there was only one address written on it.

‘Folk Street 13.’

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