After waking up

After returning home, Mulan immediately returned to his room, took out his pen and ink and laid out the paper in front of the table, and then started writing quickly to avoid forgetting what Walton had told him.

While Mulan was writing and thinking, the several dolls he placed on the table were constantly twisting. It seemed that because of their soft legs, it was difficult for them to stand and walk, so they mostly moved by crawling. There are one or two who can take a few careful steps.

When some dolls have moved to the edge of the table, Mullan will reach out and drag them back to the center of the table, writing while watching them continue the "game".

Of course, the one with the broken arm obviously lacked vitality. Most of the time, he was holding the broken arm and lying there motionless. Mulan reached out and poked it twice. After seeing him swaying for a while, he was sure that the guy was not dead.

"You said you would come to me, but who came to me and how long will it take for you to come?"

No matter when he comes, it is important to do things first. The first task assigned by the boss must be paid attention to.

Mulan stopped resting and took off his inner lining and coat. He found his most decent shirt and vest from the closet. After selecting it, he decided to put on the dark coat he brought back from the army, because this The clothes should be of the best quality and decent, and bring a hat that is similar in color to the windbreaker.

Mulan trimmed her hair and took a look in the wardrobe mirror. This mix and match was very suitable, and she looked very energetic. It may not be as refined as an ordinary gentleman's dress, but it looked more handsome and extraordinary.

After adjusting his collar, he turned around and grabbed several dolls that had climbed to the edge of the table. He threw them all into a cloth bag, then tied the bag tightly and put it in his arms. I don't know if there is anything weird about these guys. Wherever you go, it’s better to take it with you.

When he opened the door, the smell of food could already be heard from downstairs. Old Buck had already taken advantage of the wind and rain to go shopping today, so today's lunch included meat and soup.

Mulan had no intention of resting at home, so he directly said hello and went out after lunch.

Perhaps because of the storm, winter came extremely early in Valentine this year. Valentine in November was as cold as December in previous years.

The weather has not cleared up after lunch, but the light rain outside has stopped. Mulan lowered the brim of his hat slightly to block some of the cold wind blowing in his face. The breath he exhaled from his mouth also turned white, as if the temperature had dropped in just one morning. It went down some more.

When he faced off against a murderer before, Mulan deeply understood the importance of physical ability. Since retiring, he has neglected to exercise a bit, and the cold wind actually made him shiver when he went out.

Mulan secretly decided to strengthen his physical exercise from now on. The destination he was going to was not close, but there was no need to hire a carriage. He jogged over and regarded it as a warm-up for the exercise plan.

Thanks to the overall design of the port city, as soon as the rain stopped, the water in the city slowly decreased. Even if there was water in the city, it was no longer deep, but it was washed everywhere. Trash also makes some streets in Valentine look very dirty.

Mulan trotted forward, controlling the rhythm of his breathing, and trying to keep his body warm but not sweating profusely.

What I saw along the way was the current situation in the city of Valentine. Most of the people in the carriages were more elegantly dressed gentlemen and ladies. Some thin children were carrying push rods and shovels along with some adults, everywhere. Cleaning up the silt and garbage behind the water in some specific streets. In the open market, many people crowded together to purchase or snap up some cheap vegetables.

With Mulan's long legs, even when he was trotting, he was not slow. About twenty minutes later, he came to Guishu District, where rich people are concentrated in Valentine, and walked into a three-story detached house with a yard. Stopped outside the mansion.

"Hoo, hoo"

Exhaling a few puffs of white air, Mulan calmed down his breathing. He was really not used to going to such a noble residence with real status and wealth. He was even a little nervous, but it was not difficult to overcome it. He adjusted his breathing. By then, Mulan had already adjusted his mentality.

There is a doorbell on the door. Of course it cannot be electric. It is a bell hanging on the iron gate with a short wire hanging down.

Mulan stretched out his hand and pulled it a few times, and the doorbell made a "ding-dang-dang" sound.

Not long after, a maid quickly came out of the mansion and walked across the yard to the gate. Through the fence, she saw a tall man standing upright outside.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Mulan smiled politely.

"Please inform Miss Hemel that Mr. Wolfe is unable to attend the appointment due to something else."

After hesitating for a moment, Mulan forced himself to speak out the next words.

"Mr. Wolfe asked me to tell Miss Hemel that her beauty is as dazzling as the stars and her smile is as delicate as flowers. He will never forget this pearl of Valentine."

When Mulan said this, his toes were clasped on the soles of his shoes. A long series of prevarications was covered in more sweet words, which made Mulan so embarrassed that he wished he could build a mansion like the one opposite him under his feet. The Jonesters definitely won't have to pay rent.

"That's it, please pass this on to Miss Hemel!"

Mulan let out a long breath and finally finished speaking, but just as he was about to turn around, the maid hurriedly called him.

"Please wait sir!"

"Huh? Is there anything else?"

The expression on the maid's face recovered from her previous intoxication, and then she said to Mulan very embarrassedly.

"Sir, I can't remember. Please wait here. I'll tell the lady. I hope you can repeat it in person later. I'm very sorry!"

"Uh, it's okay."

Seeing the maid trotting back, the smile on Mulan's face immediately disappeared. I'm going, do I have to say it again?

Mulan took out a folded white paper full of words from his coat pocket, unfolded it and looked at it. There were various love words on it, and each love story corresponded to a name and address.

Yes, by Mullan's standards, the boss, Sir Walton, is a real scumbag from Neptune.

Soon, the maid came back again, and opened the door and invited Mulan in. She had no choice but to be loyal to others. Mulan was a person who kept his promises, not to mention that he couldn't afford to offend the person he promised.

As the maid walked around the big house, she soon arrived at a warm small living room. When Mulan entered the room, she obviously felt that her body temperature had risen a lot.

Sitting on the sofa by the stove were two girls in exquisite dresses. I didn't know who Miss Hemel was.

"Where did Mr. Wolf go? When will he come back? What did he ask you to tell me?"

When a young lady saw Mulan coming in, she couldn't help but stood up and asked, which made Mulan figure out who the real owner was. He inhaled slightly and said the love words that were both disgusting and embarrassing to him again. For the first time, he felt A bad memory is also a sin.

After listening to the love words, the young lady seemed a little depressed. After sitting down in despair, she looked up at Mulan again.

"He's so kind. He didn't forget to ask you to tell me this when the time was so tight."

Mulan was stunned for a moment. Did he make a mistake? Can he think that this scumbag is good?

"Are you, His Excellency Mullan Jonest?"

When Miss Hemel was disappointed, another girl suddenly exclaimed after looking at Mulan for a long time.

"Mulan Jonest? The retired second lieutenant who dueled with the murderer?"

Miss Hemel also showed a surprised look, and then looked at the visitor carefully. The brim of his hat was lowered slightly, and slightly curly hair was exposed on both sides. His face was angular and his eyes were bright, which was almost the same as the photo in the newspaper.

Mr. Jonest is even more handsome than in the photo! It turns out that Mr. Wolf asked Mr. Jones to deliver the news. Mr. Wolf must have the same sense of justice as Mr. Jones.

Mulan didn't hide it, nodded and admitted.

"Yes, Miss, I am Mulan. I have already conveyed your message. I have other things to do so I will leave you alone."

"etc!"

The young lady who recognized Mulan first stood up immediately. She seemed a little nervous, but she still approached Mulan quickly.

"Mr. Jonest, next weekend, I have a dance at Manor No. 6, Guishu District. I, I want to invite you to attend, is that okay?"

prom?

"Uh, sorry, I can't dance."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to dance. In fact, I can't dance either. Many people can't dance either!"

The girl's eyes were full of expectation. Mulan wanted to refuse again. He thought of where Manor No. 6 was and guessed the meaning of this ball. How dedicated Mulan was to revitalizing the Jones family, even now Mulan still I can feel this obsession deeply.

Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to get to know more celebrities.

"Well, I can go and learn more about it, and I hope I won't make a fool of myself."

"Pa~"

The girl clapped her hands happily.

"Great, I will send someone to send you an invitation. Where do you live, Mr. Jones?"

Now Mulan had no choice but to tell her his address, then said goodbye again and left quickly.

As soon as Mulan left, the girl in the living room was so happy that she almost jumped up.

"Great, I met Mr. Mullan Jonst in person. He looks even more handsome than in the photo. Hemil, I invited him and he agreed!"

"Oh, yes."

Hemel didn't seem to be in a very high mood, and was still sad about Mr. Wolfe's departure without saying goodbye.