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She wanted to rush up and express her inner gratitude, but the senior maid next to her softly stopped her rash move.

"Rose, what are you doing?! If you leave your post without permission to contact members of the Duke's family, you will be kicked out of the manor by the head maid! You don't want to lose this good job, right?"

She had no choice but to retract her steps aggrievedly and continued to wipe the ancient pendulum clock that was so clean that it reflected light.

Rose looked at the glass face of the ancient clock that reflected her face in the dim light... It was a face that could be called pretty.

During this time, she received sufficient nutritional supplements from the Duke's free meals, and her sallow and thin face gradually began to plump up and her complexion became much rosier.

Even the triangular eyes, which were inherited from the Feuerbach family, and the corners of the eyes that originally looked sharp and harsh have become softer due to regular work and rest and a beautiful life.

Even the sisters who live in the same Datongbu praised her for becoming more beautiful, and her face also showed the cute baby fat that should be expected at this age. The ugly duckling will grow up into a white swan, and she will definitely be able to charm many young men in the future... Do you want me to introduce you to a partner now? My brother is now working as a clerk in a big company in the city, and the conditions are very good. When you are on vacation next time, my sister will arrange for you two to meet?

Faced with the enthusiasm of the sisters, Rose just smiled and shook her head slowly. She said that her family was really poor, her father did not have a regular job, and her brother was naughty and did not do his job properly, so the whole family relied on her own income to survive. , I’m not thinking about getting married yet... When my family’s situation improves in the future and I grow up to the age of marriage, I will definitely have to trouble my sisters to find a good partner for me.

The sisters in the same bunk looked at this young girl and seemed to be able to see her thin shoulders carrying heavy family burdens... This reminded them of their own past for no reason, and they all touched her with compassion. Little Rose has gradually improved her shiny, yellow hair.

Rose recalled the recent past, and she felt her heart was filled with sweetness, and the joy of happiness was so full that it overflowed from her heart and came to the corners of her mouth, raising a happy arc.

While she was still immersed in these beautiful moments, a familiar gentle voice that she had been waiting for for a long time sounded behind her.

"Little Rose, what did you think of that makes you so happy?"

She looked back happily and saw a beautiful face with a smile in front of her. The eyes that should have been as gray and cold as winter snow in the foggy city were shining with warmth like the spring sun.

"Sister Charlotte!"

Rose exclaimed overjoyed, happily stood up and hugged the slender waist of the person she longed for, smelling the smell of ink mixed with disinfectant on her benefactor's body.

Charlotte Holmes looked at little Rose who threw herself into her arms. She stroked her head lovingly. She looked at the little girl she had rescued with her own hands. She looked at the little girl who seemed to have emerged from the shadow of her brother's death. , there was always a smile on her improved face, and she felt that her long-blocked rational emotions were beginning to stir again, secreting some kind of female instinct.

"How are you doing, little Rose? Is work hard?"

While Charlotte was greeting her with concern, she also glanced at the other maid standing next to her solemnly, waving her hands to indicate that the other maid didn't need to be so serious and to relax.

"Sister Charlotte, don't worry, I am living a good life. My brothers and sisters in the manor care about me as if they were my own sister. The work assigned to me by the head maid is not difficult. I just go home after work every day and have a clear mind. You can fall asleep just by touching the pillow..."

Facing the female detective, Rose unconsciously remembered the meeting between the two that day, and couldn't help but recall her long-lost brother. Sadness and longing surged over her like a bursting tide, even though she had tried her best. I wanted to pretend to be strong, but I still couldn't stop tears from filling my eyes.

She raised her head and asked with a trembling cry: "Sister Charlotte, do you have any news about your brother recently?"

"Well……"

Charlotte Holmes was a little hesitant when she heard this question, but she thought that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Little Rose's current condition seems to be much better than when she was tortured by her alcoholic father. Instead of hiding the truth all the time, If you go down, you might as well take this opportunity to speak out.

She stroked Little Rose's shoulders, as if to stabilize the other person's figure and heart.

Charlotte spoke slowly: "Little Rose...you need to calm down first and listen to me."

"Your brother Victor Jr....he joined a criminal group that was trying to start a riot by privately manufacturing arms. He was deceived and beguiled by the leader of the criminal group, and went alone to assassinate a certain person who was said to have evidence of the group's crimes. Character...then, little Victor failed to withstand the opponent's counterattack and was shot dead on the spot..."

ah!

When Rose heard such horrifying news, she felt a loud bang like thunder and thunder in her head. She felt as if her heart had stopped and her breathing became very difficult, as if something was blocking her breathing. Breathing... it's like having a dirty, soaked rag placed over your mouth and nose.

She took a big breath with great effort, but she could only inhale moist, cold, oxygen-free, turbid air. Her lungs seemed to be burning and stinging as if someone had put a fire into them... She felt heartache like suffocation.

The cold and ruthless darkness rushed toward her, seeming to occupy her entire field of vision... In a trance, Rose seemed to see her brother Victor, who seemed to have suffered similar pain of suffocation.

Brother Victor... Rose shouted loudly in her heart, but she couldn't stop shouting at the figure who was gradually receding.

Her heart was throbbing, as if a sharp blade was piercing her chest and rotating 360 degrees. The sorrowful blood was carrying the recent beauty and warmth...it was so cold and painful.

Tears flowed from the pale pupils, dripping along the sharp corners of the eyes inherited from the Feuerbach family, sliding over the face and past the mouth... so bitter and astringent.

But in the chaotic darkness, she seemed to hear a certain cry and see a certain dawn, and the light came from that cold face.

Rose felt a warm body embrace her, gently combing her hair, and whispered in her ear like a mother:

"It's okay, little Rose. Just cry loudly if you feel uncomfortable. Don't suppress your sadness and pain."

This gentle tone and gentle movements reminded Rose of her mother, who treated her the same way before she couldn't bear the old drunkard and left...Mom, why didn't you take my brother and me with you when you left? Still leaving us in that miserable place, with that disgusting damn old drunkard!

If he hadn't been asking his brother to find him money to buy drinks, he wouldn't have taken the risk and joined a criminal group. If he hadn't joined a criminal group, he wouldn't have died... And now, I have become a real orphan.

"Woooooo~~~"

Rose wiped her tears, raised her head from Sister Charlotte's arms, and asked pleadingly: "Sister Charlotte, I want to go back to pay homage to my brother. Do you know where he is buried?"

"Little Victor's body... has been cremated and burned to ashes because it has not been claimed for a long time." Holmes said apologetically: "Well, let me help you ask for leave from the head maid, and you can go to the cremation tomorrow. to retrieve little Victor’s ashes.”

Charlotte said as she took out a few pounds of coins from her arms and put them into little Rose's hands, "Take this money first, and after paying the cost of the cremation, you can find a good place for your brother."

Perhaps pain can indeed make people grow up quickly. Although Rose's eyes are still red, the tears are no longer flowing.

She choked and accepted the coins, wiped away the tears remaining in the corners of her eyes, and nodded solemnly, "Thank you, Sister Charlotte. I will never forget your kindness. I will treat this money as if I borrowed it from you. I still want to complete my brother’s funeral by myself. After my brother’s matter is over, I will definitely come back and work hard to pay back the money.”

Charlotte originally wanted to say I don't need you to pay back the money, but when she saw the firm look in Rose's red eyes, she knew that this was the last stubbornness and persistence of the girl in front of her. That was what Rose could do for Xiao Wei. Ke Duo’s last act of kindness.

She could only nod slightly and said: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry. You go back and finish the work first. I will ask for leave for you from the head maid."

Rose's face with two tear stains forced a smile, and she said sincerely again: "Sister Charlotte... I have never gone to school and don't know much. I don't know how to describe my inner gratitude, but , I, Rose, will definitely remember your kindness to Sister Charlotte! I swear to Brother Victor that I will repay Sister Charlotte’s kindness in the future!”

Charlotte smiled and touched the girl's head, "It doesn't matter, Rose, as long as you work hard and live seriously, that will be the best reward for me... Even if little Victor is in heaven, I definitely hope that you will Have a great time.”

"Yeah, yeah."

The next day, Charlotte was rarely free, so she asked Rose to ride in Victor's carriage and rush to the city.

On the way, Rose couldn't help but be a little surprised when she heard that the kind uncle coachman was also named Victor, the same name as her brother.

When Victor, the coachman, faced the sister of the boy with the same name as himself, his attitude was also very caring, and his weathered cheeks wrinkled into a concerned smile.

On the way, he took the initiative and said: "Miss Charlotte, anyway, you are staying in the detective agency recently and don't need a car. Otherwise, I will take you to Baker Street first, and then I will be responsible for taking little Rose to the crematorium today." And the cemetery, what do you think?”

"Okay, with you here to help take care of me, I don't have to worry about little Rose being deceived by profiteers in the cemetery."

So Old Victor accompanied Rose all the way to pick up Little Victor's ashes. Although he was too old to do heavy work, he was very familiar with these human relations matters, and in the end he gave him an affordable price. Price found a cemetery in a good location for little Victor.

He smoked a cigarette and waited for the cemetery caretakers to dig out the hole for the urn, while Rose went to the street to purchase some commemorative items. She said that her brother loved to eat milk candies during his lifetime, and now he will be buried underground. I have to let my brother see Milky Candy again before he leaves.

With the cheap priest reciting the Bible, in the still dim haze, little Victor entered his new home, little Rose held a handful of soil mixed with milk and sugar and sprinkled it, and the cemetery guard lifted the shovel cover. The soil was solidified and a standard stone tablet carved on site was inserted.

Rose Feuerbach held the sweet milk candy in her mouth, but her bitter tears fell again, dripping on this land with lush grass and leaves.

She bowed deeply and said goodbye to her brother.

Old Victor asked: "Where are you going now? Shall I take you back to the manor?"

Rose just shook her head slowly, "I won't bother you anymore, Mr. Victor, I want to walk around the city and relax."

"Okay, then please pay attention to your safety." Seeing this, old Victor could no longer dissuade him. He had also experienced the pain of the death of a close relative and knew that he could only get out of this difficulty by relying on himself.

"Yes. I will. Thank you for your concern."

Rose wandered around the city aimlessly. Thinking about it carefully, since her mother left, she had not walked around as quietly as she did now for a long time. However, in the past, she always had her brother by her side no matter how bad the situation was, but now she was left alone. One person in the family.

She unknowingly walked to Victoria Park near her home and came to a lawn where many children were playing happily. They seemed to be playing a pretend game of detectives beating criminals, and they laughed happily from time to time.

The children's laughter did not affect Rose's heart. Instead, it reminded her of how she and her brother had played happily here many years ago.

When it got dark and the children returned home, Rose stepped onto the familiar lawn and looked deeper into the forest.

She came to an inconspicuous small tree. The tree was dry and thin, and it seemed that it could not snatch enough nutrients from the land, just like the Feuerbach brothers and sisters in the past.

Rose looked around the small tree, and finally knelt down and stroked the barkless tree body. She felt a series of carvings, like scrawled words.

Victor.Love.Rose.Forever

The marks carved in the past still remain, but the person who carved them is no longer alive.

Tears once again poured out from the windows of the soul, and the shrill cries echoed in the dusk forest, making passing tourists feel horrified and hastened to leave the place.

When the tears dry up, when sadness and exhaustion occur, it is also late at night, and the forest is silent.

A ray of pale moonlight shone down from the gap in the crown of the tree, fell on the roots of the small tree, and fell below the notch. The moist soil showed a strange bulge.

Rose suddenly recalled that her brother loved to play treasure-hiding games with her when she was a child. He preferred to bury small toys in the mud, making it difficult for her to find them, and he dug holes here and there in the garden.

"Is this something my brother buried?"

Rose dug into the soil with doubts, and she saw a small box.

The box was unlocked and contained only a letter.

[Dear Rose or whoever opens the letter:]

[Kind letter opener, although I don’t know who you are, I hope you can deliver this letter to my sister Rose, who lives on Jodrell Street. Thank you! 】

[Rose, I believe that by the time you find this letter, your brother will unfortunately be far away from you. 】

[Please don’t be sad or cry. Don’t believe what is said in newspapers or news. My brother died for a noble mission. My brother’s death is valuable. My brother’s blood can awaken the people’s resistance to the powerful! 】

[Brother has never been afraid of death. He is only afraid that after he leaves, you will be left alone in the world, enduring the torture of that old drunkard. 】

[So, my brother left a secret behind the paper, a secret written in the confusing word format we used to use when we were kids. 】

[Brother believes that this secret is enough to awaken your inner courage and become your strength to resist. 】

[Go Rose, fight bravely against fate, resist that old drunkard, and meet your own destiny! 】

Rose turned to the back of the letter, and she saw a strange text, a secret hidden under the surface of the world, about an unknown order, about a group of soldiers belonging to the secret masters... her mind rang. There was a roar of swords.

………………

Late at night, the drunk old Feuerbach heard a knock on the door. He stood up in a daze and muttered:

"Which boy without eyesight comes to disturb you, Mr. Feuerbach, in the middle of the night?!"

He staggered towards the door, the moonlight reflecting a short and thin shadow on the door glass.

"Hiccup - damn you better have a good reason, otherwise old Feuerbach will let you taste the power of the bottle!"

He cursed as he opened the door.

Then, there was an icy cold light that pierced his heart.