Chapter 395 - 395 Two hundred fifty-two

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395: Two hundred fifty-two. The rainy season that will arrive tomorrow 395: Two hundred fifty-two. The rainy season that will arrive tomorrow During the break in etiquette class, Sara summoned Maid Irene and instructed her to deliver a letter to Adam’s hands as quickly as possible. Just as everyone had speculated, the evil spirits did not allow the letter to reach Adam. Baron Joseph, following the script, handed the letter over to the Viscount. After reading it, the Viscount, inflamed with rage, ordered Sara to return to her room and had servants watch over her, forbidding her to leave the room until the dinner the next evening. [Sara was like a princess trapped in a high tower by a witch, but no prince came to rescue her.] Baron Joseph and Lu Li, as people of the Viscount, were not restricted in their freedom. [When the evasive-eyed Maid Irene appeared in the room, Sara seemed not to blame her, whispering, “I know, did father find the letter, right?” Irene tentatively nodded, reluctant to let the young lady know the true extent.] Due to the constraints of the plot and the darkness, Baron Joseph had no chance to sneak a peek at the letter, but he could roughly guess its contents: it urged Adam to leave her and to save her. “Sara” subsequently appeared as calm as a windless lake, leading the Exorcists to surmise the latter, but with the letter intercepted by the “Viscount,” how could “Adam” know of “Sara’s” predicament? The five individuals involved in the Evil Spirit Ritual undoubtedly faced a dilemma. They all longed to foster a perfect ending for the two. However, they found themselves tearing “Sara” and “Adam” apart under the arrangement of the plot. “We can only take one step at a time.” By afternoon, “Viscount’s Mansion” received a visitor, Lu Li and four other servants interacted with that guest. It was Sara’s uncle, the brother of the Viscount. However, the Viscount seemed unwelcoming, ordering the guards to chase him away, stating before leaving that he would return the next day. This incident was merely an episode, leaving the Exorcists only to speculate that this man might trigger a new plotline. As evening approached, the rain momentarily ceased, and a slight breeze arose in the estate, rustling through the branches, creating a ghostly wailing sound that was eerily chilling. [Exhausted, Sara did not change out of her dress for something more casual, and slowly fell asleep on the soft bed.] The muddled ancient sounds gradually faded as Chapter Six came to an end. The normally quiet Baron Joseph, Lu Li, and others left the hallway where the bedrooms were located, blending back into reality as they moved away. Baron Joseph momentarily left to change his clothes, while the butler led Lu Li and the others to change their attire and proceed to the dining room. During the dinner, they discussed the upcoming plot for a while before Lu Li left after finishing his meal. ... “It’s more comfortable in the Detective Agency!” Anna collapsed into the sofa, mumbling. Lu Li turned on the radio and, after winding it up, staticky tunes began to emanate from the device. Another day missed connecting to the Alliance broadcast. Turning off the radio, Lu Li looked toward Anna, who was sprawled on the sofa, “Did you find anything today?” “No... The evil spirits seem to either have not noticed me, or they don’t care about me,” Anna answered, supporting her head and lying sideways on the sofa, her semi-transparent legs slightly curled below her skirt. As she grew more accustomed to being around Lu Li, “maintaining decorum” became increasingly uncomfortable for her. “The story is about to end, right? Tomorrow’s dinner should be the most crucial part of the plot, then they either elope or split up, and the story ends,” Anna said, stroking her chin. This was a good sign, as she had learned to think for herself. “If the evil spirits intend to make such a story.” The malevolent spirits orchestrating everything did not seem keen on romantic tales. And then there was that deeply suspicious name: “Sara’s Book of Death.” He picked up the newspaper on the desk and flipped it open. The story of the Terrifying Faceless Giant and the disappearance of Tillage Garden had been pushed to the second and third pages. The headline on the first page was prominent, bold, and black. “The rainy season will envelop Ailen Peninsula on Sunday!” “The storm has already reached the neighboring seas and is expected to make landfall on Ailen Peninsula tomorrow evening. Belfast and Himfast on the eastern part of Ailen Peninsula will be the first to bear the brunt!” “Local residents, please add clothing and stock up on food, kerosene, and other supplies for the rainy season. It is recommended to shop at Astor Department Store, where the goods are plentiful and the prices are affordable...” Sunday, which is tomorrow. Perhaps tomorrow he could ask Baron Joseph for his payment in advance and buy the Deep Sea Stone and some supplies before prices went up. Lu Li thought to himself, put the newspaper back, washed up, and then returned to the couch. There was no trace of warmth on the couch where Anna had lingered earlier. Lu Li covered himself with a blanket, closed his eyes amidst Anna’s greetings, and deeply fell into sleep. As usual, Anna gazed at Lu Li’s face for a while in a daze, then floated over to the wooden chair behind the desk, settled down, and immersed herself in a story by the light of the oil lamp on the desk. The Detective Agency was plunged into silence. Occasionally, soft talking and light coughing could be heard from next door, but as night fell, all noises vanished without a trace. At midnight, the whining sound of the wind began to rise from outside the window and grew clearer. The sound echoed in the dimly lit Detective Agency, and Anna behind the desk slightly raised her eyebrows, looking towards the window. The curtains were fluttered by the cold wind seeping in. Anna discreetly glanced at Lu Li, who was lying on his side on the couch. His brows were slightly furrowed, but he did not wake up. “Sweet dreams,” Anna whispered softly. ... “Sara opened her eyes.” “Moonlight spilled onto the balcony. With the help of the hazy moonlight, Sara slowly sat up, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, and approached the window. The moonlight was as beautiful as ever, a low voice barely audible from the moon itself.” “Taking advantage of everyone in the mansion being deep in sleep, Sara sat down in a wooden chair and gently pulled open a drawer, retrieving a piece of stationery.” “Sara picked up the quill and, with the help of the moonlight, hastily wrote down several paragraphs on the pale stationery.” “Dear Adam,” “This is a letter I secretly write, currently locked in my room by my father, unable to leave” “Tomorrow, my father will betroth me to a man I have never met.” “If you love me, sneak into the manor tomorrow and take me away.” “—Eager for freedom, Sara” “Putting the quill back, Sara gently blew the ink dry on the stationery. She carefully folded the paper, moved to the cold balcony, and cooed into the night sky— ‘Coo-coo.’ After a moment, as if in answer, a faint noise came from the night sky.” “A silhouette broke through the dark night and landed on the balcony railing. It was a carrier pigeon. It had delivered countless letters between Sara and Adam.” “‘You are all I can trust now...’ Sara held the pigeon in her palms, whispered softly, and stuffed the paper into the mail pouch, gently letting it go” “The pigeon flapped its wings toward the sky. Sara watched the carrier pigeon, carrying her hopes, disappear into the dark night.”

Chapter 395 - 395 Two hundred fifty-two

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