[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

As if to match her words, the stranger moved his legs uncomfortably.

His trousers moved strangely, and a live fish jumped out of it.

It looked like a sea bass.

The fish with a flat mouth stared at its own white eyes, struggling for death, twisting its body constantly, as if it wanted to go back into the river.

After a while, he seemed to be motionless as if he didn't want to struggle.

The atmosphere became more awkward.

After a while, Darcy took the lead in breaking the eerie quiet atmosphere.

"If possible," he pointed to the dagger on his neck, "can you remove your dagger from my neck?"

He said politely, "After all, it doesn't look decent enough."

The salty sea water trickled down Darcy's neck, soaking his newly changed shirt, and if he didn't stop it, the boots would probably be doomed to an unnecessary disaster.

The kid was also persuading him, gesticulating up and down, and even tried to pull his pants and pull his hands off.

The man looked at the child who was making noise again, and silently removed the dagger.

Once down, Lydia snatched the dagger and pinned him to the ground with her backhand.

Huge pressure came from the arm, and since he felt unable to resist, Coxman simply gave up struggling.

It was a normal direction at first, but Lydia smelled a salty and wet smell peculiar to the sea breeze.

She wrinkled her nose and took another sniff.

It's really seafood, a fishy and unpleasant smell.

Did this man just climb out of the sea?

"So," Lydia tugged at the clothes of the person being held down, the wet touch really made her uncomfortable, "Why do you appear here? What do you want to do?"

"T-he," the man reluctantly spat out two English words, and tapped the child next to him with his chin, "They, they want, grab it."

Seeing Lydia's face change in an instant, the child was almost terrified. Two tears hung on the side of her face, and she was muttering something in a low voice.

"Why do you want to be rough on my companion?" Lydia pressed down again, "Hurry up."

Her slightly fluffy bangs were wet, and she leaned to one side, revealing only one eye, looking a little grumpy and gloomy.

The irascible ones are a bit unlike her.

"Sorry," he paused, and apologized dryly, "I thought you hugged and tied him up."

It turned out that Darcy was holding the child and was trying to threaten him.So this person is what they call a killer?

Lydia let go.

Darcy on the side frowned, opened the window, and what came out was the same smell as that person.

Darcy didn't care to look at the blue sky, instead he looked down.

Below are the rapidly swirling waves, and the shadow of the propeller blade can be faintly revealed.

The paddle wheel was spinning rapidly, and it was not even known whether it was due to the direction of the wind, and it was billowing in his direction with thick smoke.

As a child, Darcy also tried to make a small steamboat out of copper pipes and candles, and that model is still in the study at Pemberley Manor.According to the results of his experiments at the time, even the paddles of small steamboats could scratch people, let alone such large ships for transporting slaves.

So Darcy felt a little puzzled.

He is not a pedantic person, otherwise it would be impossible for Lydia, who can be said to be shocking, to have something unusual.

But can a person really survive to rescue after falling into the sea, avoiding sharks and other predators, facing the huge waves that crush ordinary sailboats, and easily avoiding deadly propellers?

Not to mention that you can still climb to such a high place, and keep your strength to run... huh?

He looked at this strange black man who was already lying on the ground, slumped into a ball, without the image of a killer.

So it was all supported by thoughts just now?

Darcy studied the alien, who seemed unsuspecting.

He can't actually be called a black man. Compared with the little black balls next to him, he is not particularly black, but a bit wheat-colored.

Strangely enough, even his facial features were slanted towards Europeans, and his hair was not curly like coke, but a little drooped, looking loose.

In addition, what he just said is intermittent, but the pronunciation is very standard English.

Well, can he read?

Darcy turned over the side drawer, and sure enough there was a stack of thick papers and a bottle of ink.

"Can you write?" He picked up a piece of paper and asked, "Can you?"

The stranger lying on the ground gasping for breath nodded.

"A bit," he said, "Xman."

"Xman is your name?"

The little black ball next to him nodded desperately, almost shaking his head out of the afterimage.

It looks like a chocolate bar swinging desperately.

Lydia couldn't hold back, and smiled unkindly.

Hahahaha, she stepped forward and rubbed his little head.

"Do you need anything?" She poked the kid's face, "Tell me, if I'm free, I can help you."

Upon hearing this, the child's eyes lit up immediately.

He turned his stomach and walked towards Lydia, seeming very happy, and wanted to be coquettish.

But after hesitating for a moment, the light in his eyes dimmed.

Lydia patted him amusedly, "There is no inconvenience for us."

She squeezed it, and it felt good, "If you're worried about it, you don't need to. We're empty after all, aren't we, Mr. Darcy?"

Darcy on the side glanced at Lydia, but did not refute.

"No, yes," before the kid nodded, Kesman opened his mouth, stumbling and refusing.

He said seriously, "Do it yourself."

Lydia smiled, and spread her hands indifferently, "Okay, come on."

She watched Kexman struggling to stand up and took the child out, but she didn't bother to care about it.

Lydia has never been a meddlesome person. She waited for the two of them to leave, threw away the blanket, found a rag, and cleaned up a little with Darcy.

Then she called the servant, "Please clean my room, it's a bit dirty."

The servant looked at her timidly, and nodded in response.

After finally tidying up, Lydia lay down on the bed where the sheets and quilts had been changed.

She didn't sleep for a while until midnight, and she was a little tired.

When Lydia opened her eyes, Cousin Collins came to visit her.

Although Collins said that his facial features were fairly correct, he was dressed simply, and most of the luggage he carried with him was mostly books.

Seeing him take out a stack of books on theology without blinking an eye, even though he knew that this cousin was engaged in a decent and pious profession as a pastor in another county.

Originally thinking about meeting relatives for the first time, Lydia put out 120 points of energy to dress up, and wore the new skirt with buttons and ruffled cuffs, which was both snug and comfortable, which was rare Changed her hairstyle and mixed it with pink gauze with polka dots, making sure she has a good image.

But now, Lydia still felt dizzy looking at her cousin who was talking to her endlessly.

God knows, she has been no longer interested in the "Little Catechism" since she was eight years old. Why does her cousin still carry this kind of book with him?

She watched dryly as her cousin moved into the room prepared for him, thinking that she was going to have dinner with strangers at night, and solve a good meal in an awkward and stomachache atmosphere.

Today is also a day to miss the days when my cousin was not here.

The author has something to say: Today's popular science:

Sea bass is very delicious, and it is distributed in the North Sea fishing grounds of the UK

"Little Catechism", the full name is "Westminster Little Catechism", before the conversion of Christianity, it was used for children's faith questions and answers, and it is also suitable for adults. Basically, it is why we should believe, how to believe, what we should do, and so on, is a very famous book