I'm really a witch

Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam left Hunsford on Friday morning.Before he left, he paid a last visit to the pastor's house, and said goodbye to Circe solemnly.Mr. Darcy, however, had to endure the nagging and ardent retention of Mr. Collins.

Circe couldn't quite see the significance of his special trip, after all, they had just met and had a small prop to communicate.However, Charlotte and Elizabeth seemed to have a good impression of his behavior, at least this time the two sisters did not try their best to stop him.But maybe it's because Mr. Collins alone is enough to hold him back.

Mrs. de Bower was particularly disappointed by the departure of her two aunts and nephews, to be more precise, Mr. Darcy.She just felt that the communication with this default son-in-law was far from sufficient, and the time he spent with her daughter was too short.All this did not satisfy her very much.

But she also knew that this nephew was a busy person, and it was not easy to stay in Hansford for so long.This may show that he is very satisfied with his arrangement.Mrs. de Bower thought so naturally.Otherwise, why would he be so nostalgic?

After the distinguished guests left, Mrs. de Bower regained her enthusiasm for the pastor's group.Her daily life is enough to be called boring. If Mr. Collins did not report to her every day about Hansford's big and small matters for her to entertain her, how boring would it be?Besides, these people are always new faces of Hunsford, and she can still talk about it.

Elizabeth seemed less than happy with Colonel Fitzwilliam's departure.Probably because of Mr. Darcy's persistent attempt to infect his little girl, Circe now barely has a faint sense of these emotional things.

Anyway, when Colonel Fitzwilliam was talking to Elizabeth, his soul was always brighter, and Circe could see it clearly.So he should have a crush on Liz.Circe thought so, and asked Charlotte curiously.

"You can actually tell?" Charlotte smiled at her sister, and continued before Circe retorted with a puffy face, "You are right, Colonel Fitzwilliam does have a crush on Liz."

"I'm afraid I have a good impression." She added and sighed.

"But I don't think he seems to have a very strong, um, desire to keep Liz, no, he doesn't look like he has the idea of ​​proposing." Circe frowned and straightened his words.She had equated the two since Mr. Darcy had proposed at the same time as his confession.

"He probably won't propose." It should be said, of course he won't propose.But Charlotte felt that it was better not to say so absolutely.

"Why?" Circe was a little confused.

"Not every gentleman can be as bold as Mr. Darcy. Well, I'm afraid it's okay to be self-willed." Charlotte pinched her face.

"This Colonel Fitzwilliam is his father's youngest son." Charlotte took a sip of tea, "which means that he cannot obtain his father's title and most of his property." She hesitated for a while, but decided to make it clear I must tell my sister about these interests.

"To maintain his life, he must marry a noble lady." Charlotte rubbed the handle of the teacup, and added the next sentence slowly, "Mr. Darcy has less worries in this regard too much."

Circe looked very disappointed, and she wrinkled her small face: "Isn't Liz very pitiful? She is much better than many noble ladies."

Charlotte nodded in agreement, and sighed helplessly: "But there is no way around it. Injustice always exists like this."

Circe fell silent then, and then she looked thoughtful.It is not a good idea to rashly make Colonel Fitzwilliam rich, especially since she is not completely sure of the gentleman's character - it is too embarrassing for her to ask Circe to judge a person in a few minutes.

Most people's souls are both good and bad, or in other words, the good side, that is, the clear part tends to occupy a greater proportion.There is a saying that no one is perfect, and this sentence means that there will be muddy corners in a person's soul.Only those who are extremely vicious, that is, those whose evil side occupies a larger proportion, can Circe determine at a glance whether he is good or bad.

This is one of the reasons why Circe trusts Mr. Darcy so much.His soul is rare and clear, pure in color.If you take a gemstone as an example, it is a rare variety with very few impurities.Every time Circe looked at his soul, he couldn't help but feel better, as if he saw a flower in full bloom among a bunch of withered or withered flowers.It couldn't be more appropriate to describe the mood in such a scene with the light in the eyes.

But this is a rare case after all.For most of the souls he saw, Circe couldn't tell exactly which vice the turbidity in their souls came from.Colonel Fitzwilliam was obviously one of these ordinary people.But one thing to know is that some bad habits may not have an obvious impact on a person, and people may not think that he is not a person who is not suitable for getting along with and getting along with.But these may disqualify a person as a suitable marriage partner.

For example, Huaxin.In this era, when men are fickle, people will say that he is romantic and affectionate.Circe certainly disagrees, how could such a person be the right choice?And precisely because Circe couldn't judge the source of the turbid part of Colonel Fitzwilliam, she was naturally unwilling to consider his marriage with Elizabeth as a prerequisite for her consideration.

But it doesn't matter.What really matters is that Charlotte reminds her.Elizabeth is undoubtedly an excellent girl, and it is a pity to be dragged down by her family.

Circe didn't consider the option of helping the Bennet family at all.The property of the Bennet family is destined to be inherited by Mr. Collins, so it is better to hand over his own money to his sister directly.Even if the Bennet family became rich, it would not be enough to share it among several daughters.Besides, first of all, she didn't have such a great ability, and second, she didn't have any special affection for the rest of the Bennet family except Jane and Elizabeth.

Mr. Bingley seems to be asking for marriage, so Jane's future life can be said to be comfortable.So for Elizabeth, Circe felt that if she didn't help her, she would be too indifferent.Especially now that she has finally realized such a great event.

If magic is used, Cecido's method is to make people rich in the next moment, but if this method is placed in the original era, there is still room for concealment.Putting it here, Circe may have to watch Elizabeth be tied to the stake.

Then, there is only one way.As it happens, she has a good job ready for that.

"Liz! Liz!" Circe straightened her thoughts, and immediately stood up from the chair, calling all the way to find Elizabeth.

Charlotte was startled by her, managed to stabilize the tea in her hand, and called out to her back in a funny way: "Run slower, can Liz just disappear like this?"

"Be careful of falling when you run so fast." Elizabeth stayed in the room, saw Circe rushing in, and quickly reached out to grab her.

"What do you want from me?" Elizabeth patted her on the back to make her feel good, and sat down to the side to make enough room for Circe to sit down.

"Do you want to do business with me?" Circe never learned to beat around the bush, especially to these close sisters, she was always so straightforward.

Even though Elizabeth was used to her talking like this, she couldn't help showing a bit of surprise at this moment: "Are you in business?"

"Brand, ah, it's Williams, he helped me a lot." Circe was confident in her proposal, and excitedly described her business to Elizabeth, "I grow plants, and Williams helps me sell them. Get out. Sell to those people in London."

"It's a special variety that can improve the air. The air in London is too uncomfortable." Circe pouted, showing a disgusted expression.

She quickly rolled her eyes again and smiled: "But I only know how to grow plants, and Williams is very busy, so you can help me, okay? You are better than me, no, you are better than a lot of people I know." Much smarter!"

"You know how sweet your mouth is." Elizabeth nodded her forehead, "Did you come to me like this, did you ask Mr. Williams?" This meant agreeing.

Circe didn't hear it, but was stopped by her question, her eyes fluttered: "...I, of course I want to tell him." She flattened her mouth and acted coquettishly, "No, you want to Let’s talk about disagreement first!”

Say you agree, you must say you agree.Such a wish was clearly written in the little girl's wide-open eyes.

"Mr. Williams has no objection, so I have no objection." Elizabeth rubbed her head without intentionally hanging her, and nodded decisively.

"Then we'll go find him when we go to London!" Circe was pleased with the result.As for Williams disagreeing?She could always get him to agree.The little girl showed a sly smile in her sister's arms.

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After a fortnight more at Hunsford, Circe followed Elizabeth and said good-bye to the Collinses.

Seeing that her sister is really doing well and dealing with Mrs. de Bower with ease, Circe finally has a clear sense of the promise Charlotte made before her marriage.Before she left, she quietly sent a few blessings to her sister, and left a small ornament with a magic circle as a gift, and then left with complete peace of mind.

When Williams learned that Circe and his party were about to go to London, he was so excited that he sent a carriage to pick them up.It took Circe a long time to talk him out of it.If he really sent a carriage over, he didn't know what kind of sensation it would cause. Just thinking about the possibility, no, the entanglement from his brother-in-law, Mr. Collins, Circe couldn't help shivering.Not to mention that honorable Mrs. de Bower, I'm afraid her face will not look good.

Circe didn't intend to apply any acceleration magic to the ordinary carriage they were riding in, so Williams could only wait dissatisfiedly for them to drive slowly all the way.

At the same time, Mr. Darcy was also getting ready to visit the Gardners.Of course, it would be perfect if the little girl could be invited to live at home.

Rubbing the dial and looking at the pen in his hand, Mr. Darcy almost felt that these pending affairs became more pleasing to the eye.