Mystery: Shadow of Order

"Ah~ha~"

Rawls got up from his luxurious big bed, yawned a few times, and finally fell asleep amidst the protests from the Five Zang Temple last night. Although I fell asleep, the quality of sleep was not very good, and I was woken up by my body's biological clock at seven o'clock.

Just after stretching, Rawls found that he might not be able to eat again in the morning. He was the only one in this 7,000-pound garden villa, there was no cook or servant to prepare breakfast for him, and there was nothing to eat at home.

According to the past, Locke Grant, the trainee lawyer who followed him, had come to pick him up in the firm's carriage, and then when Rawls arrived at the firm, Locke would buy breakfast for him.

But yesterday Rawls gave Locke a rest for a week, and he hired a carriage to come back, so no one will come to pick him up to the office today.

And here is the gathering place of the rich. They have their own carriages in their homes. No public carriages will pass through here.

Rawls waited at home until 7:30, and did not see Locke picking him up in the office's carriage. It seemed that Mr. Grant faithfully implemented the advice he gave him. With a sigh, Rawls began to change his dressing gown, ready to walk to West Vilas Street, and began to consider changing to a trainee lawyer.

After putting on a knee-length black trench coat and a black soft felt hat, Rawls gave up his plan to replace Locke and decided to find someone smarter after Locke's internship period.

But at that time, it is not certain whether I have time or not! It seems that I have to discuss matters about the office with Uncle Robert when I look back, and I will definitely not be able to take care of it in the future. Uncle Robert is also getting older. Although he survived the last time because of taking Bird Mustang's medicine, he really can't work too hard.

If he hasn't adjusted himself in a week, he should consider letting Locke follow him with another barrister, and let him know that not all barristers are as benevolent as him. Some middle-class families may return to the lower-middle class after a lawsuit, even if they win, after paying the barrister's money.

Locke Grant is twenty-four years old this year, two years older than Rawls. He is one of the few peasant-born lawyers at Middle Temple.

Barristers with this background tend to go to two extremes: one is overly sympathetic to low-income groups such as workers and farmers, and helps them defend themselves for free; Neither of these two were popular with Backlund's law firm, but if one had to choose one, the latter would naturally be more popular.

Locke did not belong to either of these two situations. Although his father was a farmer, thanks to the "Corn Bill", there was enough money to support Locke's usual study.

With the repeal of the Grain Act, it can be predicted that the Grant family's situation will become very bad. Fortunately, Locke has graduated from the Law School and entered the internship stage, otherwise dropping out will be his only option.

Because of Rawls' "misguided" for the past two weeks, Locke has obviously inclined to the first situation, so yesterday Rawls pointed out his problem so rudely, and he does not have the capital to learn from Rawls now. .

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Choosing a black cane inlaid with silver, Rawls walked out of his residence at 45 Gatton Street in the West End.

Today's weather is not bad, the sun rarely shows up, dispelling the coldness of the past. The weather in Backlund has never been very good, and coupled with severe pollution, there are very few days when the sun can be seen.

"Mr. Adrian?"

A somewhat hoarse and amazed female voice entered Rawls' ears.

Rawls turned his head to look, and saw a lady wearing a light blue long dress and a gauze hat with purple ribbons, the neighbor across from him, Mrs. Curtis at 46 Gatton Street.

Rawls took off his hat and saluted:

"Madame, good morning, you are still so beautiful."

"Good morning, Mr. Adrian."

Mrs. Curtis returned a salute and asked suspiciously, "Is no one here to pick you up to the office today?"

Rawls opened his mouth and gave a wry smile:

"Yes, ma'am."

"I remember the young man who picked you up recently was Rock Grant, right? He's very polite, did something happen?"

"I asked Mr. Grant to go back to rest for a while, but I forgot to notify the coachman in the office."

Mrs. Curtis covered her mouth and chuckled:

"Rolls, this is your problem."

"Yes, ma'am." Rawls readily admitted his mistake, completely forgetting that he just wanted to throw the blame on Locke.

"Are you going to a law firm now? There is a free carriage at my house, you can take this one first. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Rawls took off his hat again and expressed his gratitude:

"Thank you very much, generous Mrs. Curtis, I don't have to go to the office today."

"Oh? Our busy man, Mr. Adrian, will not go to the office one day? It's more rare than today's sun!"

Mrs. Curtis and the Adrian family have been neighbors for nearly ten years, and they know Rawls very well. Since Rawls took over the office, he has visited the office every day except for the New Year's holiday, and sometimes even lived there for long periods of time. If Mrs Curtis hadn't seen Rolls occasionally, she would have thought Rolls had moved.

Rawls shrugged and said:

"After being busy for so long, I always have to take a vacation for myself."

"Then how long should our busy people take for themselves? Do you have time to attend my art salon?"

Although Mrs. Curtis is from Ruen, she has lived in Trier, the capital of Intis since childhood, where the humanities and arts are developed, and it is a holy place for painters, musicians and novelists.

After the long-educated Mrs. Curtis came to Backlund, she often held art salons at home, and many wives and young ladies from wealthy families in the West End would attend. During the Backlund social season, even noble ladies and young ladies from Queens would occasionally join in.

Rawls smiled and refused: "Thank you for your invitation. I have other things to deal with recently, so I don't go to the office for the time being."

After chatting a few more times with Mrs. Curtis, Rawls said goodbye politely. If he didn't say goodbye again, Mrs. Curtis could hear the whimper in his belly.

When they got to West Vilas Street, Rawls hired a carriage and asked the driver to go to the nearest restaurant. He wanted to treat his temple with five internal organs.