Chapter 55

Day and sea at the junction of a white, an orange sun slowly climbed up from the sea, and then gradually turned into a fiery golden white, as if at this time really wake up from doze.

The white building is five stories high, with a large cylinder protruding in the middle, a cuboid building on both sides, and two large cubes on the other end of the cuboid. The overall shape is roughly the same. In fact, there are only four stories on both sides, but the building in the middle has five stories, and the top floor is a beautiful prismatic spire. The building is generally white, with dark purple roof tiles and corners, similar to the Bavarian style in lorenthal's memory.

Lorraine Hill's room is on the left side of the third floor. Birds outside the window are cuckooing in the spruce trees. The white light of the sky shines through the cracks of the dark curtains. The girl is sleeping in the bed in a white nightgown. Silky hair is scattered on the pillows, blankets and white collarbones.

Since the sun slowly rose, and after a long time, the girl reluctantly opened her eyes. In fact, she woke up for a short time, but still some did not want to get up. After sleeping for a long time in the tent and carriage, she finally lay on the soft bed. A faint sense of satisfaction and happiness came from all corners of her body.

Well, get up. After all, I don't live alone, so I have to pay a little attention to my image when I want to sleep. When thinking about this, she slowly props up from the bed, shakes her head to wake up, and then draws back the curtain, the sky light illuminates the warm bedroom.

Sitting in front of the dresser, she simply took care of her hair. After tying her hair band, she remembered that it was a new bedroom, and she didn't know where her clothes were. She looked around, then opened the white wardrobe next to her, and a variety of dresses appeared in front of her eyes, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Is this for her? The problem is that she arrived yesterday, that is to say, she put it away before she entered the bedroom last night. But how do they know her figure proportion? They only showed up at the headquarters of the chamber of Commerce last night.

Lorraine Hill took out a few clothes at random and tried them on. They fit unexpectedly. They didn't look like the general style at all. Instead, they were cut according to her figure proportion.

How did they do it ahead of time? There was still a time difference. When she appeared in the headquarters, it was just late at night, and when she came back to rest, it was near the early morning, and there was a time difference of nearly five hours. Is that professional?

When I think back to the steward I met with yesterday, there were several people from the clothing workshop. Maybe they were secretly preparing. They will know when they ask about Chelsea.

Instead of thinking about these caretakers' flattering moves, she chose a white body dress, which is more in line with her aesthetic, simple with just the right light blue decoration.

There are also some Rococo style elegant long skirts in the wardrobe. The skirt is bell shaped, with arc-shaped skirt braces, layers of pattern pleats, and a train behind. This kind of dress is popular among the westerly aristocrats, but Lorraine hill is not very popular. I just feel too restrained and inconvenient. It's just like a colorful vase with exquisite decoration, that is to say, it's good-looking. I don't feel comfortable wearing it.

After a simple dressing, she pushed open the bedroom door. There are four maids waiting outside. This is the result of her request yesterday. According to the standard of Chelsea, 12 are the normal. This kind of waste of manpower makes the girl sigh a little. She doesn't need the number of people to show her identity. However, considering that she is not familiar with the situation of having someone to lead the way, she intended to leave two.

"Good morning, miss."

The four maids bowed their heads and saluted. They were all pretty young, with towels in their hands. Then they took the maiden to the bathroom.

Breakfast is Cranberry bread and honey tea, after a simple finish, Lorraine Hill began to ask housekeeper Ceres some information.

"How is Mr. Angus' other child and his mother now?"

"Their mother and son live in a single family attic at 209 Jianlan street, Hopland. The security there is very good. Yesterday, they sent some people to protect them secretly."

"Well, prepare a humble carriage. I'll pay a visit in secret today."

"Yes, miss."

After the return of Lorraine hill, the karites chamber of Commerce ended its previous feeling of confusion and uneasiness, and various orders began to be sent from the general department to distant branches, informing them of future arrangements and decisions. A manager's carriage dispersed from the huge headquarters, and one of the ordinary carriages was also mixed in.

Lorraine hill put on his black robe again, and then got on the carriage. As the wheel ran through the bluestone street, he turned several corners and came to the gladiolus street. This is the place where Hopland's aristocrats lived in their early years. Later, after Vega became independent, most of the aristocrats withdrew and those who remained were bought by the rich. The public order here has always been good. However, the real top stream of Hopland is not here, but in the west wide courtyards, which were built after the establishment of Vilga, with newer and more pleasant style.

Lorraine Hill stepped down from the carriage, and then Ceres, dressed in a strict housekeeper's dress, knocked on the door. Next to the carriage stood two elite guards dressed as attendants, who intentionally or unintentionally blocked other people's sight.

The door creaked open. In the fierce sunshine at noon, the woman in the room seemed to be a little blind. It took a long time to recognize the housekeeper.

"Hello, Madame Mera. I'm next to Ceres. I followed Lord Angus before. Do you remember?"

"You... Hello, I remember that you are a respectable person who has helped me and my children a lot."

"You're so kind. I'll help you as Lord Angus ordered. It's nothing."

Ceres pauses a little, then turns aside to let Lorraine Hill appear in front of the woman.

"This is Miss Lacey, the daughter of Lord Angus. She wants to visit you. Do you think so?"

"Yes, yes, just a moment. It's too messy." The woman's voice was a little frightened.

After a little waiting for the meeting, Lorraine hill was welcomed into the room, and a cool smell came to his face.

Most of the curtains in the house are pulled up, and the lighting is not good. Considering that it's summer, it's normal to be afraid of heat. The room is dry and cool, and it is very quiet at noon. Only the pendulum in the hall can be heard occasionally.

The floor pendulums made of mahogany and brass are placed in the middle of the hall near the wall, covered with a thick layer of dust. In the quiet room, some dust can be seen slowly floating in the sunlight through the cracks of the curtains.

Mrs. Meila poured out two cups of cold water from the nearby porcelain pot and put them on the table. There was some dust on the lid of the porcelain pot, but fortunately the water inside was clean. It should have been prepared yesterday or this morning.

Lorraine Hill looked at the lady in a long black dress. She was a little pale, with no decorations on her body, and some wrinkles on her forehead. She was only in her thirties, but she looked at Lorraine Hill nervously and uneasily.

"I'm very sorry, Mrs. mella. I have an unfortunate news to tell you today that angusta people were attacked on their return journey some time ago and have left us forever."

As the girl's voice falls, the lady shakes her hand and bumps the teacup next to her. Then her clear voice rings on the ground and falls to pieces.

The new book has some ideas. It should be in the future science fiction era.