Tome of Blood

Chapter 58 -58- Selling Girls' Little Matches

"Sebas, in fact, you already know the origins of Mr. Frank and Ms. Mina, right?"

Looking away from the beautiful girl who was busy squatting in front of the cabinet, Charlotte looked at Sebas who stood respectfully.

Sebastian smiled slightly:

"Master, what are you talking about?"

Charlotte looked at her quietly, her deep blue eyes carried a strong pressure that did not match her immature appearance.

After a while, Sebastian looked away unnaturally, then sighed and said respectfully:

"As expected of you, great master... nothing can be hidden from your eyes."

"Why don't you just say it straight? Instead of beating around the bush?"

Charlotte frowned.

Sebastian smiled wryly:

"They have been working for the Rosary Society for many years. Although the vast majority are loyal people like Frank, there are also a small number of people who have resentment against Castel. I am worried that you have grudges."

"Instead of me telling you their origins, it would be better to let them recognize your identity personally..."

Charlotte was dumbfounded.

After a while, she shook her head:

"If there is really resentment, how could these former followers of the Castel family stay in Boulder City?"

"Master Charlotte, please drink milk."

While the two were chatting, a beautiful girl in maid uniform came over with steaming milk.

Her voice is cold, her posture is elegant and standard.

Is this Shirley, who the Franks taught all they have learned and has great expectations for?

Charlotte couldn't help but look at the girl a few more times, and subconsciously compared it with the maids she had trained in the manor.

Stand like a peony, sit like a peony, walk like a lily...

Looking at the girl's movements, Charlotte naturally thought of a sentence from her previous life.

Although Shirley's clothes are shabby, her every move reveals the elegant demeanor that a noble servant should have.

Even the movement of handing over the milk is clearly trained, respectful yet polite, elegant and decent.

Charlotte took the milk. The temperature of the milk was just right, not too hot, but not too cold.

She picked it up and took a few sips. Although the taste was far less sweet than the milk at home, it was warm, with moderate sweetness, not too light or greasy, which was reassuring.

Soon, Charlotte came to a conclusion:

The quality of the girl surpassed her own maids by several blocks. I am afraid that even the "maids" at home when she just traveled were not as professional as the other party.

Charlotte looked more and more satisfied.

The background is clean, like white paper, and has a very high professionalism.

Isn't such an existence exactly what she wanted to find when she went out this time?

Of course, unlike the excited Frank couple, Shirley is obviously alienated from Charlotte, even completely indifferent.

But thinking about it, Charlotte can also understand. Unlike the Frank couple whose heart is in Castell, the girl almost grew up in the outer city and has no affection for Castell at all.

But that's even better.

Isn't such an object the best opportunity to improve the prestige technique?

The more Charlotte looked at Shirley, the more satisfied she felt, and the more she looked forward to it.

At the same time, the Franks, who had finished their discussions, also acted on their own.

The lame old Frank went to the backyard, rode on the pack horse and left in a hurry, while Mrs. Mina wiped her red eyes, put on a respectful and alienated smile, and returned to Charlotte again:

"Master Charlotte, we can find the person you need. Frank has already prepared it, but... it may take some time."

"It's okay, we can wait."

Charlotte said with a smile.

The descendants of loyal servants who have not forgotten their original intentions for ten years are worth waiting for.

...

This is a dilapidated alchemy shop.

A dirty old man was dozing in front of the shop.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came, and accompanied by the sound of horseshoes, there was an excited and joyful voice:

"Call! Call! Are you alive, old man?"

The old man raised his head, looked at the person coming, and then frowned:

"Frank? It's broad daylight, why are you crazy? Didn't you see that I was resting?"

"Hahaha! Don't sleep! Lord Charlotte is here! Lord Charlotte is here!"

"What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and take that little fellow Rand to meet him!"

After finishing speaking, before the old man came back to his senses, Frank let out another "Yah" and rushed towards another direction.

The old man was slightly startled, and gradually recovered:

"Lord Charlotte...Charlotte..."

"It's the little master!"

His old and cloudy eyes suddenly burst into light.

He stood up abruptly, limped and rushed into the shop, shouting excitedly while rushing:

"Lisa! Lisa! Good news! Good news! . . . "

...

In a slum area of ​​the outer city, in a small tavern.

A woman with a ferocious burn on half of her face was standing behind the bar, pouring wine for the drunken drinkers.

Suddenly, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a panting Frank appeared in front of everyone.

His eyes quickly fell on the woman, and he said excitedly:

"Eppaine! Lord Charlotte is here! Lord Charlotte is coming to the outer city!"

"She is at our house now, and she wants to recall the loyal servants belonging to Castel!"

"Why are you still standing there? Take Jennifer and go see her!"

After speaking, he didn't even take a break, so he turned around again and hurriedly left the tavern.

Only the woman stayed where she was, her eyes glazed over, and she didn't even notice that the wine in her hand was full.

"Charlotte... is... the little master!"

Her eyes suddenly brightened.

"Hey! Eponine! The wine is spilled! The wine is spilled!"

Seeing the beer flowing down the table, the drinker shouted quickly.

The woman was startled, then got up immediately:

"Feel sorry……"

"Everyone, I have something to do suddenly, and the tavern will be temporarily closed today."

...

In the commercial street of the outer city, a clothing store with a thriving business.

An elderly couple of tailors are busy tailoring clothes for the guests.

Suddenly, accompanied by the neighing of a pack horse and the exclamation of passers-by, a stumbling figure rushed in quickly.

"Maddoc! Deve!"

"Lord Charlotte is here! Lord Charlotte is coming to the outer city!"

"She is at our house now, and she wants to recall the loyal servants belonging to Castel!"

"Oh! Don't keep sighing at the uniforms framed on the wall, and bring your child to meet him! Don't you want your child to be promoted to a knight!"

After the old Frank finished speaking out of breath, he left the shop again.

The old couple were startled.

The woman quickly fell into excitement:

"Little master! It's the little master!"

"Honey, I knew it! Castel won't forget us!"

However, the old tailor looked angry:

"Hmph! Why are you happy! You abandoned us back then, and now you want to call us back? Dreaming!"

"Noble... there is no good thing!"

After finishing speaking, he angrily walked to the wall and tore off the framed Castel family uniform...

Pausing for a second, he quickly said:

"Go and call Laura and Silvano."

"The store is closed today."

...

Today is destined to be a restless day in the outer city.

Frank galloped through the streets on a pack horse, and wherever he went, a shop was closed, or a house was boiling.

Even the old servant who was serving at the employer's house suddenly dropped his job, turned around without looking back, and left excitedly under the blank gaze of the master.

On the street, large and small carriages drove out of the streets and alleys, carrying old people and their children who had experienced vicissitudes of life, and drove in the same direction.

...

Frank hires a servant broker.

Charlotte, who was waiting for Frank's return, was sitting at the table, holding a doll in one hand and a wolf doll in the other, and sincerely told Blue Star's healing fairy tale:

"In this way, the little match girl who was kicked out of the house, and Mr. Wolf, who was abused and escaped from the circus, lived in the forest."

"They became good friends who talked about everything. The girl would secretly give food to Mr. Wolf, and Mr. Wolf would let the girl sleep peacefully in his warm arms on cold nights..."

"A week has passed, and it's finally time for the banquet."

"With the encouragement of Mr. Wolf, the little match girl finally decided to muster up the courage to go to the banquet."

"However, no matter how the girl begged, the hateful stepmother and sisters refused her to attend the prince's party, and the little girl could only cry and ran out..."

Charlotte's voice is soothing, pleasant, with a touch of sadness.

The Frank couple's two beautiful little daughters surrounded her, holding their chins obediently, their big eyes focused on the girl who was telling the story, and their beautiful faces were full of worries.

Even the indifferent eldest daughter Shirley stood aside, pricked up her ears quietly, pinched the tray with both hands, her fingertips turned slightly white, as if she was worried about what happened to the little match girl.

"What an abominable stepmother! The little match girl is so pitiful! Mr. Wolf is so gentle!"

"What happened later! Sister Charlotte, what happened later!"

Two chattering pretty girls asked.

Charlotte paused, took a sip of milk, continued to wave the doll, and said emotionally:

"On a snowy night, the girl was holding a match and crying on the deserted street. At this time, Mr. Wolf appeared again."

"He came to the girl in a circus prince costume and said softly—"

"Beautiful lady, can I ask you to dance?"

"Looking at the funny Mr. Wolf under the circus costume, the girl is a little confused—"

"Mr. Wolf, don't you hate circus costumes the most?"

"Mr. Wolf said—"

"If no one else can be your prince, then let me be your prince."

The youngest daughters of the Frank family were completely fascinated, and they eagerly asked:

"Down there! Sister Charlotte! Down here!"

Shirley also unknowingly sat down at the table, her face tensed and her expression focused.

Charlotte glanced at them, showed a pure and warm smile, and continued to tell:

"The girl laughed through tears."

"She took Mr. Wolf's hand and danced among the snowflakes, like a beautiful princess at a ball."

"After a while, the girl was tired from dancing."

"Looking at Mr. Wolf's ugly and terrifying face, she asked happily and innocently—"

"Mr. Wolf? Why do you have such big eyes?"

"Mr. Wolf said—"

"It's to get a better look at you."

"Then why do you have such a big nose?"

"Mr. Wolf said—"

"It is to firmly remember your breath."

"Then why do you have such a big mouth?"

Charlotte paused suddenly.

Seeing those three eyes staring straight at her, she continued:

"Mr. Wolf bent down and placed a kiss on the girl's forehead—"

"To kiss you deeply."

"The girl is crying..."

"She hugged Mr. Wolf—"

"Mr. Wolf, take me away, let's leave this sad place together, and let's start our own new life."

"Mr. Wolf also hugged her tightly, and said gently—"

"Let's go on a trip together and pursue our own happiness together. From now on... there will be no more sadness and tears."

After speaking, Charlotte gently put the two dolls together and let out a distant sigh.

The two little girls who listened to the story were completely fascinated.

"Mr. Wolf... how nice! I really want to have such a gentle Mr. Wolf!"

"Great, they can finally live happily together!"

The girls said with yearning and emotion.

The beautiful maid Shirley, who was standing aside and eavesdropping on the story, also breathed a sigh of relief, and her indifferent eyes were faintly angry.

Even Sebastian's scarlet gaze became soft and warm behind Charlotte.

Seeing the healed and happy faces of several people, the corners of Charlotte's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile like a little devil.

I saw her suddenly sighed, and gently picked up the wolf doll, with a tender and sweet voice with a touch of sadness:

"The next morning, the little girl was found frozen to death on the street."

"With a happy smile on her face, she holds in her arms the dilapidated wolf puppet given to her by her deceased mother, surrounded by burnt matches..."

Girls: ...

Shirley: ...

Sebastian: ...

"Wow--!"

The two beautiful little girls burst into tears.

"Crack..."

Shirley crushed the tray.

Even the smiling Sebastian froze instantly.

At this time, the door of the small building was pushed open, and the figure of Ms. Mina reappeared.

"Whoa! Whoa! Mom! The little girl is dead! The little girl is dead! Whoa!"

Under her blank gaze, the two daughters rushed over one after another, crying unceasingly.

The maid Shirley stood up suddenly, her knee hit the corner of the table.

She staggered and shook a few times, but she still stood up, limped, and went upstairs in a fit of anger without looking back.

Looking at the two little girls who were moved by her story, and the beautiful maid who finally couldn't maintain her aloofness and lost her composure completely, Charlotte smiled a devilish smile and took a sip of milk.

Seeing her charming smile, Sebastian couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth:

"Master, you...you really know how to tell stories!"

"I'm teaching them the cruelty of reality."

Charlotte said leisurely.

Sebastian: ...

"As expected of you..."

He was speechless and could only choke out such a sentence.

On the other side, after coaxing her weeping daughters, Mrs. Mina came to Charlotte and said respectfully:

"Lord Charlotte..."

"They are here."

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