[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

When Caroline breathed a sigh of relief and chatted with her sisters, Lydia went in one ear and out the other, chatting with the system absent-mindedly.

She completely turned the chatting of the ladies into the background sound, nodding, nodding, humming very numbly.

[The current appearance of the host is like a contemporary college student who has no interest in the Spring Festival Gala.] The system complained, [an emotionless nodding machine. 】

"Oh, you say yes," Lydia smoothed her hair and replied perfunctorily.

She looked as if she had just walked around the mall with her sisters and fought with the salesperson for [-] rounds. She couldn't think of a single thought, and every strand of her hair was exhausted.

After a while, Lydia spoke again.

"When do you think Darcy will be well?" she asked.

[The system doesn't know, the system only cares about whether the host is hardworking or not]

The system ruthlessly rejected Lydia's inquiry.

[Instead of asking this, the host should think about what to do in the past two days]

In order to dig diamonds, Lydia is obsessed with dungeons and constantly brushing materials. It has been many days since she returned to Africa to do daily tasks.

If this goes on like this, not only will Lydia not be able to afford the lessons for herself and her sister, but she will have to practice more.

"I won't go back for a day or two," Lydia muttered, "Compared to Africa, the conditions of the dungeon are not much better."

The first day she went in, she was completely stunned by the diamonds. Later, she found that the environment of her copy was not only not good, but even worse.

"Can't you add a little bit of hard work to me?" Lydia said, "Hey, have pity on me, poor people can't do it," she said pitifully, "I still have lofty ideals that have not been fulfilled."

[This is reform through labor.The system does not provide credit service at all,] the system said unquestionably, 【The host thinks too beautifully. 】

"I..." She choked.

"It would be great if there is a task that can receive hard work and make money." Lydia thought for a while, "That would be great."

[This kind of task, according to the IQ of the host,] the system complained, [Don't think about it. 】

"System, you are really...don't be so blunt. According to what you said," Lydia said, "I must be some magical girl who is bound to the system to save the world."

[Yes, yes, the host is a magical girl,]

The system prints a photo.

A handsome man with tight arms and thighs, a bow tie on his head, and a miniskirt. He is quite cute and charming.

[Magical girl, transformed into a magical macho, do you think it fits the host well? 】

The system skimmed Lydia's arms and legs.

Very vivid.

Lydia remembered acting like a spoiled child to her mother before, said something angry, then quarreled with her mother, and slammed the table with a bang.

Well, the table collapsed very suddenly.

When Lydia put away the diamond mine in her hand and returned to the small rain shed in Africa to grill sea bass, she couldn't help thinking about how she had fallen to where she is now.

Why is this?

She looked at the field next to her, and then at the two sheds.

"It's obviously a good thing to work, and it's also a good thing to earn extra money by mining," Lydia said sadly, "Why is this happening? It's obviously a happy thing."

Why does she have to go back to Africa and continue to survive in the wilderness?

Lydia really didn't want to go back to Africa, where she had to worry about bugs, rain, axes and poles.

[Host, don't you like this place quite a bit? 】

The system is a bit puzzled, the host thought he would not be able to come back, and was quite sad, why is he unhappy now?

"I don't like it now, can't I?" Lydia became angry when she was poked into a small thought, "I didn't like this dilapidated place in the first place! This place is the most annoying! Dirty, dilapidated, old and rotten!"

She waved the branch in her hand, "I hate this place so much!"

[Host, stop talking, hurry up and apologize, hurry up, Africa is going to be angry] The system persuaded.

"Why do I just listen to what you say!" Lydia protested unhappily, "I won't! This place is the worst, the worst! Bah! Even if I jump from here, I won't apologize! Still kneeling, Get on your knees!"

Rather willfully, she stepped on the fire.

Lydia didn't notice that as her voice grew louder, so did the thunder in the sky.

When she kicked the fire unhappily, the rain also became heavier.

A bucket full of water passed through the rock slabs of the stone house and poured it firmly on Lydia's head.

The fire was also implicated and extinguished.

Lydia raised her wet face and looked around blankly.

what's the situation?

clam?

[I told you, don't talk about it,] the system said gloatingly, [This world is not mine, and people will be angry. 】

Lydia looked over.

Everything in my shed had been soaked in water. Except for myself, who was still alive, everything else slowly disappeared as if dismembered in some mysterious liquid.

Lydia froze.

What?Isn't it enough to spoil her?Take and lose?

[Congratulations, host,] the system re-emphasizes gloatingly, [You have to work hard again.All over again, are you happy?Hurry up and apologize, hurry up. 】

Lydia gritted her teeth.

I don't!

She picked up the things she hadn't broken completely, gathered the rest of the food and drink, and braved the rain to move into Darcy's room little by little.

The rain was dripping down against her clothes, and her hair was sticking to her face in strips. Lydia, who was raining heavily, couldn't see the road ahead clearly.

Shivering from the cold, the wind blew through her wet clothes, she couldn't help but sneezed, feeling the chill in every pore of her body.

Too tired and too cold.

Accidentally, she tripped over the stones under her feet and staggered. The things in Lydia's arms fell out of her hands, and she also fell on the muddy and dirty ground, knocking her head on the uneven ground.

[You just need to apologize,] the system couldn't help but persuade her, [This matter was originally your fault, you apologize, what's the matter? 】

The system felt like it had broken its heart.

"I don't," Lydia's face was covered by her hair, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

She touched the spot on her head, and it seemed that a piece was broken, and there were bursts of tingling pain.

She squatted down without saying a word, and slowly picked up the things scattered on the ground.

Despite the wound on her head and the cold and dirty body, Lydia insisted on not letting go.

I am not wrong!

Lydia thought stubbornly.

She tidied up her things, moved into Darcy's little house, put on clean clothes, and casually threw her dirty clothes into the basin on the ground.

Slowly drying her hair with a dry towel, Lydia was still very upset.

Why should she apologize?

Obviously she didn't want to come.She just hates it here.

Although this place brought joy to Lydia, and she could occasionally hide here to play for a while, she still hated it.

But this is wrong, obviously shouldn't get angry...

But Lydia is a willful, indulgent, reckless and rebellious person!

The two villains in my heart got into a fight, and the little angel Lydia on the left pushed and pushed the devil Lydia, telling her to apologize quickly.

The little devil on the right, Lydia, had her hips akimbo, angry and stubborn, and stood motionless, angrily standing where she was, complaining about the little angel and knowing that she had wronged herself.

Lydia hugged her knees and buried her face between her legs.

【Host, what happened to you? 】

The system asked anxiously.

Lydia didn't answer.

[Host, host? 】

The system yelled twice more.

After a while, Lydia raised her head.

Her face was full of tears, she looked embarrassed and pitiful, and said viciously, "Shut up."

Lydia buried herself again.

Nefield Manor, one of the master bedrooms.

Darcy leaned on the soft pillow and listened to Bingley read the letter.

"My dear brother, I'm doing well here," Bingley read every word.

His voice is not very soft, but a little jumpy, but reading this letter full of girlish voices is not very disobedient.

The room was silent, except for the sound of Bingley reading the letter, and the sound of the firewood crackling in the stove.

The deep red velvet carpet was spread on the floor, against the orange light in the stove, it looked warm and comfortable.

"...I wish you a quick recovery from your illness. I miss you very much and hope to come back to meet you soon, Georgiana Darcy."

Bingley read the letter completely, and pressed Darcy, who was already a little irritable, "The doctor told you not to let you overuse your eyes, otherwise it would be difficult for me to explain to Georgiana."

Darcy finally woke up, but he couldn't be tired again.

"I'm not a child, I just read a letter." Darcy pulled out the letter paper from Bingley's hand helplessly, "It's all right."

"But it's undeniable that Georgiana is such a good boy," Bingley obediently handed over the letter.

When it comes to his sister who is dependent on each other, Darcy, who has always been serious and serious, rarely shows a little tenderness, "Yes."

The two were silent for a while, and it was Darcy who started the conversation first.

"I heard from the butler," Darcy asked deliberately, "that Caroline invited the ladies of the Bennet family to Nefield Manor?"

He looked at his friend suspiciously, "Did you also participate?"

Darcy had already noticed that Bingley had a crush on Miss Jane Bennet.

Hearing Darcy's question, Bentley showed a little surprise and affirmation.

He thought of Jane Bennet, that kind of tenderness and love, which couldn't be hidden no matter what.

"Yes," Charles Bingley replied bluntly, "I'm still getting along with her now. I think we have a good understanding, and maybe I will propose to her father soon."

Darcy looked at his friend in front of him and frowned.

In fact, he didn't really agree with this marriage... Whether it was for Jane Bennet or his friends, it wasn't a good choice.

"It's not that I deny the relationship between you," Darcy said after deliberation, "but Charles, you have to consider that if you marry this Miss Bennet, you have to think about her family .”

He scratched the quilt, and was surprised that his actions were really unsightly, so he slowly let go of his hands.

"I think I'm ready," Charles Bingley said confidently, "this won't hinder our love."

Darcy sighed, "Miss Bennet has four younger sisters. I looked at them on the day of the ball, and then I went to inquire about them."

He lowered his voice, "Her younger sister's dowry is not particularly ideal. Not to mention, as you have seen, she also has a not-so-good mother."

At that time, Mrs. Bennet lowered Charlotte to praise Jane Bennet, and even shook up other things in an attempt to set off Jane's worth, all of which were very, very unreasonable.

Although Bingley didn't pay much attention to these things, he would suffer from such a mother-in-law at the stall.

"But I don't think I need to think about it," Bingley said frankly to his friend leaning on the bed with his hands crossed.

"To love someone is to accept all of him, isn't it?" He clasped his hands together, "Besides, it's not a big deal."

"Then do you think this Miss Bennet really loves you?" Darcy pointed out, "Is there any response to her special concern for you? Has she been indifferent to you from the beginning to the end?"

Seeing that Bingley was stunned for a moment, he knew he was right.I'm afraid this Miss Bennet is still hesitating.

That African Miss Bennet, if she heard what he said, would probably jump up and beat him.

The thought flashed through Darcy's mind, and then slipped away.

Darcy straightened out his thoughts, and sighed again, "What's more, Miss Bennet's assets are too different from yours... If you do this, you have to support her four younger sisters."

After all, if they really got married, how could they ignore their wife's sister?

Not to mention Charles Bingley's soft personality, I'm afraid he would take the initiative to take over his wife and sister to support him without his wife telling him.

Then it will be endless.

"Charles, that's all I've said. You'd better think about it again. I really can't bear to watch you go on the rampage like a brat," Darcy said slowly.

At this time, Charles Bingley was already in a state of confusion, he had long forgotten that he had come here to ask Darcy's sweetheart who he was.

"Sorry, I'll go back and think about it first," Bingley stood up in a daze, "I, I'll go back and think about it first, thank you, Fitzwilliam."

He slowly opened the door, floated into his room like a ghost, and then lay down straight.

Charles Bingley's mind was in chaos, and Jane's voice and smile kept flashing before his eyes.

How could she not like herself?

Charles remembered that Jane would smile shyly in front of him, dance with him shyly, and occasionally talk to him jerky.

But what if, Jane is like this to everyone?

Bingley also felt that Jane was indeed quite alienated from him, and she was not very close to him. Maybe she just didn't sweep his face and was more polite to him.

She didn't treat anyone differently, whether it was her sister, or Caroline, or her sister.

Jane has always been gentle and gentle, pouring tea for him politely and saluting him.

Maybe she is being self-indulgent, she may be like this in front of other people...

Bentley thought in despair.

He even held up an umbrella and walked into the heavy rainy night, looking at the misty and steamy sky, his heart was in a mess.

Darcy stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at his friends below.

Wearing white clothes, holding an umbrella, it's raining.

Although I should be happy that I probably convinced my friend, somehow, I remembered the painting that Miss Bennet made fun of him.

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