I'm really a witch

Mrs. Bennet refuses to send a carriage to fetch the girls.She was fully convinced that Jane would be able to stay at Netherfield for a full week, and she was very angry at their decision to go home early.

She wrote back that the carriage would not be available until next Tuesday.And repeatedly stated that if the host family has the intention to stay, they must stay for a longer period of time.

However, although Mrs. Bennet did not send a carriage, Mrs. Lucas happily prepared the carriage after receiving Circe's letter. As a result, Circe invited Jane and Elizabeth to take a ride .

After this breakfast, the three of them were about to leave.During the dinner, Mr. Bingley tried his best to beg Jane and his party to stay for a few more days.The sincerity of his words almost makes people feel that this is some kind of breaking up scene.

Even Miss Bingley followed her brother's lead with a few polite remarks, but her insincere smirk, which even Circe could see through, made it seem to Jane that she meant what she said.

Darcy moved out his indifferent expression again. After last night, he made a solemn warning in his heart again, and he didn't even look at Circe for the whole breakfast.

Circe was a little absent-minded, and managed to finish the tome before leaving, but the book piqued her interest.After all, this is actually a book of general nature, and it is not enough to know some details.This gave Circe the idea of ​​slipping away to London.

This absent-mindedness lasted until they left and boarded the carriage.Miss Bingley became suddenly more polite to Circe, and more affectionate to Jane, as they left.When they parted, she first told Jane that she was looking forward to meeting again in Netherfield, and hugged Jane affectionately.She even shook Circe's hand.

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Circe's stuff was growing well, which reassured her and made her seriously think about going to London.She had heard about the name of the Bodleian Library early in the morning, but unfortunately she only had time to stroll around the streets last time, thinking of this, she was a little eager to try.

Anyway, her family has long been used to her running around during the day without finding anyone, so as long as she pinches her to go back, it's not a big deal.

After staying quietly at home for a day, Circe greeted Charlotte as usual, and rushed out the door.

The first time is raw, the second time is familiar, this time the landing is much more accurate.This alley is not far from the Bodleian Library.

Circe was not in a hurry to go out. She shrunk the book into a pendant and hung it around her neck, patted the hem of her skirt, and combed her hair before Shi Shi ran out of the alley.

At the entrance of the library, people come and go, their footsteps are slower than that of other places, and eight out of ten will look up at it.Circe couldn't help but stop and take a closer look.This library is also well-known in modern times and is the second largest library in the UK.But today is the 18th century, and it is now the largest, most famous and richest library in the UK.

Its scale is certainly not as large as the modern one, but it was spectacular enough in the 18th century.Circe stepped through the gate with a surge of excitement.

She wanted to go straight to the second floor, but she glanced up but stopped, as if she had discovered something interesting, she bent her eyes with interest.

As I said earlier, Circe is a witch of the Kretica sect.The Kletika faction is close to nature and good at soul magic, which also gives them a unique talent - they can easily distinguish between ordinary people and supernatural races.In their eyes, ordinary people usually have a faint white light, or a faint gray light, in short, it is very light, and the light is very weak.Those with stronger soul power can be a little brighter, but that's it.But those creatures with supernatural powers are different. They are like neon bulbs, flashing colorful lights, and have a very strong sense of existence.

Circe caught just such a lightbulb in the crowd.

He glowed with a soft golden light, the same color as his hair.He was dressed as a standard upper-class gentleman in London. Although he couldn't see his face, just looking at his tall and straight back, he could feel that his whole body was taller than ordinary people.The lightbulb was walking up the stairs at a leisurely pace, unaware that Circe was watching him.Or maybe he realized it, but this kind of gaze has become a habit after he has experienced it a lot.

Circe raised her eyebrows, but she wasn't in a hurry, she fell behind him and went up to the second floor.While stepping on the stairs, Circe's mind was not idle.There is no doubt that Mr. Lightbulb is a wizard like her, but I am afraid it is not the same faction.But to say which one it is, she has to get in close contact with it to know.

Circe is really not a good candidate for a stalker.It should be said that this guy who has been immersed in experiments all day has no consciousness skills to track at all.So she was quickly caught.

Circe, who followed Mr. Light Bulb in a daze, was stopped by Mr. Light Bulb smoothly at a corner.He didn't have Circe's talent, but his experience made him sensitive to realize that this stupid stalker was not an ordinary person.

"I don't know why this lady is following me?" Mr. Light Bulb blocked people in a corner where no one passed by, but he had a gentle smile on his face.

Truth be told, Circe was shaken a bit.This person has light blond hair and handsome facial features. Coupled with the light around him, it flashes like an angel descending in an instant.

But it was only a second before Huang Shen, Circe didn't realize that he was blocked in a small corner by a strange man at all, and raised his face: "Which faction are you from?"

This question was quite straightforward, and Mr. Light Bulb obviously showed a choked expression.He frowned slightly: "What are you talking about?"

Circe rolled her eyes childishly: "Why are you pretending to be so stupid, I'm not even able to tell a wizard apart."

Mr. Light Bulb on the opposite side hurriedly covered her mouth: "Hush your voice, what nonsense are you talking about?" His expression softened, and the hypocritical smirk he had previously withdrawn. He already regarded Circe as a reckless fledgling The lost little witch.

"You dare to say such words so loudly, be careful not to be heard." He reminded, with a more sincere smile on his face, "I'm Brand Williams, which family did you run from?"

Hearing his coaxing tone, Circe almost couldn't help rolling her eyes again: "Don't tell me you can't even see a silent magic," she thought this colleague was stupid, "I'm Circe, Circe Lucas, I know your family, you're a Vic Connie."