I'm really a witch

Circe kept his attention on the wretched creature on the ground, quite pleased with his results.Naturally, he didn't miss the momentary stiffness of his body when he heard Darcy's name.

Could it be that this man has done evil things to Darcy?What a coincidence.

Wickham struggled for two seconds, but he still felt that lying on the ground was more embarrassing.Gritting his teeth, he managed to get up, but he was dizzy for a while when he straightened up, and he staggered a few steps before stabilizing his body.

The Bennet sisters, who watched the entire fall on the flat ground, looked a little embarrassed, wanting to laugh but holding back, not to mention how uncomfortable they were.Jane was better, and she didn't forget to express her concern. The two youngest sisters covered their mouths and turned their backs, and could vaguely hear the sound of air leaking from between their fingers.

As soon as Mr. Bingley approached, he spoke warmly to Jane.He obviously didn't expect that he would have such good luck today, that he could meet his sweetheart while walking in the street.

Next to him, Mr. Darcy was still in the state of not speaking when he could not speak.Except for the initial hello, he has been standing next to his friend as a silent backdrop since then.Elizabeth saw that his nose was still not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes, but perhaps because of watching Wickham's miraculously flat ground before him, her expression was more relaxed than usual.

It was also at this moment that Wickham struggled to stand up straight.His honor at this time is almost unbearable to look at.Even Circe, who caused such a result by himself, twitched the corners of his mouth, never expecting the effect to be "so good.

His forehead was scratched, his nose seemed crooked, and was bleeding, and his face was covered with ashes.The red uniform, which was originally clean and straight, also had more wrinkles.To make matters worse, he wiped the blood from his nose. At this time, half of his face was covered with blood, which was weird and ridiculous.Circe, who was just curious about how this man could have anything to do with Darcy, went away with a smile.

The two gentlemen who were leading the horse were obviously taken aback.They did see someone fall to the ground before they came over—the red uniform was still very conspicuous after all, but it was beyond their imagination to be so miserable.

Therefore, unlike Wickham who recognized Darcy at a glance, Darcy didn't even recognize this person at first, so it would be nice if he could vaguely feel familiar.When Jane really couldn't stand it anymore and handed over the handkerchief so that Wickham could wipe his face a little, Darcy's expression changed instantly.

Seeing that Darcy's expression also changed, Circe became even more confused.According to the identities of these two people, there should be no intersection. At first, she only thought that Wickham had a unilateral opinion on Darcy. Who knew that it was a two-way thing?

Looking at Darcy's appearance now, his previous unkind remarks were not considered blunt and rude, and Circe even felt that he was refraining from throwing a punch.Due to the basic etiquette, he nodded his head slightly, and Wickham stiffly touched the brim of his hat.Afterwards, Darcy and Bingley took their leave and strode away, leading the horses.

This holiday seems to be a big deal.Circe frowned.In her eyes, Wickham was just a piece of rubbish walking around, and she was afraid of hurting her eyes if she took a second look. What good could a scumbag do?Although the specific circumstances are still unclear, he must be at fault for the whole incident.

No matter how old Darcy was with his Liangzi, it was nothing more than curiosity for Circe, but she was more worried about this man's attack on Elizabeth and the others.When approached in the street, Circe has no confidence in his character.In particular, he also has a pretty face, which is perfect for deceiving people.She knew how obsessed the two little Bennets were with red uniforms.

Fortunately, Wickham also knew that the face he was most proud of now was in a state of being invisible to others, and seeing Darcy just now made him somewhat guilty, so he rarely shut up.

His friend, that is, Officer Danny who met Lydia, did not forget to smooth things over. In the end, he continued the chat and accompanied the young ladies all the way to their aunt Philip's house.

After chatting all the way, Wickham cleaned up his face again. Lydia had already put the past behind her, chattered enthusiastically, and repeatedly invited them to come in and sit down. Even Mrs. Philip opened the window and came out to invite them.But the two bowed and left.

Circe was still worried, and with a finger point, a thin thread sank into Wickham's body.This was the first tracking magic she cast in this era, he should feel honored.

Mr. Collins followed the Bennet sisters into Philip's house, and Circe floated to the roof and sat down.She paid less attention to that cousin Collins now, for Mr. Collins was much sweeter and friendlier than Wickham.Although his low self-esteem, hypocrisy and boringness are indeed unbearable.

Sitting like this for a while, Circe heard Mrs. Philip explain that an officer would come to her house for dinner tomorrow, and invited the Bennet sisters to come too.Circe suddenly became vigilant, and secretly decided to come back tomorrow.She is very sensitive to the word officer now, and she can always think of that disgusting soul.

Then it was almost all flattery from Mr. Collins, who made Mrs. Philip smile with his nice words.Circe couldn't take it anymore after hearing a few words, thinking that there might not be any important information in the paper, she patted the cloak, turned around and left one step ahead of time.

In the evening, she told Williams about Wickham she met today.

"You can't believe it, what a filthy soul this is!" Circe's tone was full of disgust, "I feel sick just thinking about it." She shuddered and decided to change the subject.

"Have you thought about our London?" Circe asked enthusiastically. She was very interested in London in the 18th century. She would be happy to have an aborigine familiar with the place take her around, let alone Said that this native is still her kind.

Williams listened to her natural "we", and the red crept up her face along her neck.He felt a little dry mouth for a moment, and quietly swallowed his saliva.He was just glad now that Circe couldn't see him.

"I've made all the arrangements, our trip to London." He said the second half of the sentence in a very low voice, and his face turned even redder after he finished speaking.

"So you can just rest assured, and leave the rest to me." He proudly puffed out his chest, and realized that this action was a bit stupid, so he rubbed his nose and sat down again.

Williams heard Circe's surprised voice coming from the pocket watch she gave him, and he carefully sketched the girl's face lit up by the smile in his mind, and he couldn't help laughing, as if he had kept a secret.