[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

"I don't think so," replied Darcy.

He seemed calm and not panicked at all.

When the two sides seemed to cease their fire, Lydia, Darcy, and Dantès walked to the other side stooping.

Several people casually grabbed a person who was in a hurry, intending to ask what happened first.

The man gave them a strange look, and then replied: "This is North America, and there is a civil war, don't you know?"

What?Floating around, unexpectedly arrived at the destination of the sunken ship?

"Then, have you heard any news about the Titanic?" Darcy asked, "Is there any report about it in the newspaper?"

The passer-by pointed, "Didn't you see it? It was published in the newsstand over there."

The three of them thanked each other and walked towards the place that looked a bit dilapidated.

A few people bought a newspaper, found a nearby restaurant and sat down, ordered some steaks and some snacks.

After the meal was ready, Lydia opened the newspaper.

The first page seems to be the recent situation of the north and south of the United States, while the second page is printed with news related to the "Titanic".

"The 'Titanic' shipwreck, the shocking death of five people?" Lydia read, "According to the investigation of this newspaper, only five passengers on board are missing, and they are Carl Hockley, the heir of the Hockley family. And his fiancée, two middle-class gentlemen, one lower-class gentleman and the shipwreck victims he rescued. The five people disappeared inexplicably on the day the iceberg hit. The search of the whole ship still disappeared, and they did not board the adjacent ship. The vessel was salvaged, while the number of rescue capsules was not reduced, so it was considered a death at sea."

"So we were 'dead'?" Lydia still didn't feel right.

"Lydia," Darcy asked, "can you contact the system?"

"System? What is a system?" Dantès asked strangely, "A system of philosophical theories?"

It felt like I couldn't understand what they were saying all of a sudden.

"No, it's a thing. Let me ask," Lydia called out, "Is the system here?"

She waited patiently for a while, and the system that had been offline for a long time came online again.

[The system is here, coordinates in North America,] the system replied, [Why did the host come here suddenly?I just contacted the ship for you, and all of you disappeared when you returned to the original place. Fortunately, the system can find the location of the host, otherwise you will be lost. 】

"The sea monster sent me here," Lydia was stunned, "so the sea monster is not a part of your script?"

She thought it was another script set by the system, similar to that of the old patriarch, that's why she followed the siren, didn't she?

[No,] the system replied, it almost choked on the electronic milk tea in its mouth.

[Didn't the system say before that this is an abnormal world? ] It asked incredulously, 【Why does the host think so? 】

Lydia felt so outrageous that she relayed this to the other two.

"So what's going on this time?" Darcy also asked, "Is this not within your control?"

【No, not here, otherwise the ship would have been repaired long ago,】 the system said, 【What did you encounter? 】

"The siren," Lydia replied.

[Sorry, how about we treat this as a new map,] the system immediately said, [Anyway, you have been to Europe, otherwise how about we stay here?Farming is also very popular here. 】

"Not much," Lydia said blankly, "I'm going back to England, to the British Isles."

Who wants to farm in a foreign country!If you want to drive, you have to go back and drive, okay?

She was silent for a while, then asked again, "Is it really impossible to go back?"

The system is selectively disconnected.

This is really...

She covered her forehead with a headache, "It seems that we have to earn money to go back."

"Perhaps it's not so bad," advised Darcy, "I think I might ask someone if I can buy a ticket."

He had heard something about the American continent, maybe just wait until the ship sailed.

"Excuse me, did you encounter any difficulties?" A lady in a long skirt asked.

Lydia looked up, only to feel her eyes light up.

Not caring about Lydia's faux pas, the lady smiled kindly, "I'm Melanie, Melanie? Wilkes? Hamilton, it seems that you have encountered some difficulties? Do you need help?"

Lydia looked at this dignified and amiable lady in surprise. She is not young anymore, about 40 to [-] years old.

"As soon as I saw you, I felt very kind." The lady who called herself Melanie smiled very gently. "My manor is nearby. If you want, you can ask me for help at any time."

"We..." Lydia hesitated.

It was Darcy who took up the conversation at this moment.

"We've been in a shipwreck," said Darcy. "If it's convenient, can you tell us where we can buy tickets for the British Isles?"

Dantès on the side said, "There are also French ones. I think there are also boats to France?" "A ferry ticket..." Melanie pondered for a while, "I think my husband should know about this."

"Melanie," another gentleman came over, "why haven't you come here for so long?"

"Rhett, these three gentlemen are asking me about the ferry ticket to Great Britain," she said briskly, "You must be very familiar with this, but it saves me the trouble of asking Ashley."

"They?" The man named Rhett looked them up and down, and soon smelled an unusual breath from them.

"Are you victims of a shipwreck?" Rhett asked. "Boat tickets are not so easy to get. I can ask someone to ask. Do you have a temporary place to stay?"

The three looked at each other, "Not yet, we just came here not long ago, and we haven't had time to find a place to live yet."

"Then come to Tara Manor to stay temporarily," Melanie said.

Although a little strange to this lady's invitation, Lydia still agreed.

The answer is revealed after the lady invites her to the carriage.

Lydia was pulled into the carriage and realized that her disguise as a woman seemed to have been seen through.

"I have a relative," she said, taking Lydia's hand. "She also liked to wear men's clothes when she was a child, so I was very obvious about this. Are those two your brothers?"

"Ah..." Lydia hummed dully.

She thought about it, and she might as well be called brother and sister, otherwise it seemed that she couldn't explain why she and the two were in shipwreck.

"That's good, I think so. In this troubled world, even if a girl is protected by two big men, she is still vulnerable to attack," Melanie said softly, "Rhett has always been very good at this, your brother and the others There should be checks in the bank, right? If there are, don’t worry, then basically the money is enough, and he will have no problem moving around.”

"Yes," replied Lydia, "you don't look surprised that I go out in a man's dress?"

"What's the matter?" Melanie said with a smile, "My relative also opened a timber factory by himself. You two must be very good at chatting."

After Lydia got out of the carriage, she found a beautiful woman waiting at the gate of the manor.

That beauty was really beautiful. She seemed to be looking for someone, her eyes lit up when she saw Melanie, and she walked up with her skirt.

"You're finally back, Melanie, I've been waiting for a long time." Her voice also had a hook, teasing the person facing her, "This is..."

Melanie smiled, pulled Lydia, and introduced her to this beauty, "This is Lydia, and the other two are her brothers, one named William, one named..."

"Sinbad," Lydia added.

She winked at Darcy over there, and Darcy had to accept the new name wholeheartedly.

"Sinbad, yes," Melanie joked, "this is Scarlett, Scarlett Butler, the wife of Rhett you just met, and the one I mentioned' loved ones'."

While Lydia was looking at the legend curiously, Scarlett was also looking at her.

"A girl?" she said impatiently. "Having Bonnie is enough, you really are."

But she didn't refuse Lydia to borrow the manor, but she didn't want to talk to her.

But she doesn't look like that.

Lydia often received dinner invitations in the evenings, and the lady was even curious about her experience.

Although she didn't say much, her eyes always showed the hint of "tell me quickly".

Lydia got along quite happily with this lady, and she seemed to support Lydia's past experience and Lydia's ideas.

All those shocking ideas were greatly praised, as if she was about to roll up her sleeves and go on an adventure with Lydia.

"Is that your lover?" Scarlett even asked, "Both of them?"

She said teasingly, "That Mr. Dantès doesn't treat you like a sister, let alone Mr. William."

"Maybe." Speaking of this, Lydia became more calm, "Mr. Darcy has a crush on me, and we are in love."

"Dating?" Scarlett chewed the word for a while, "Freshly speaking, you are such an interesting person."

She smiled so beautifully that Lydia flinched again.

If this person appeared in London, I am afraid that the nobles would steal their heads.

She listened to Scarlett's experience almost full of admiration, and she felt amazing.

Even in the past, although Lydia was indeed beautiful, she was not to this extent. Most of the time she danced after handsome gentlemen, and it was rare for others to surround her.

"Conversation takes skill, my dear," said Scarlett, as if complacent about it.

But she seemed to think of something, and her expression sank again.

"I don't think it's necessary to pin things on men," Lydia said. "I don't have a boy in my family, but we are still very good."

Scarlett nodded thoughtfully and saw off the guests.

Lydia, who returned to the room, unexpectedly received an invitation from Mr. "Rhett Butler" to accompany his daughter.

For Lydia, this was extremely unusual.

It was the first time she had seen a father who was so considerate to his daughter, which was the complete opposite of Mrs. Scarlett's attitude.

For those who have experienced their father's indifference, they can fully understand whether they are truly considerate, caring, and caring.

Lydia did not please her father, but her mother especially liked her.

It seems that the situation in this house is completely reversed.

Mr. Rhett loves his daughter very much, and at the same time, Mrs. Scarlett simply neglects her daughter to the extreme.

Within a few days, Mr. Reid asked someone to find the boat ticket, but the day before he left, he encountered a small incident.

She woke up hungry in the morning and wanted to go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

But she accidentally ran into Scarlet waiting at the door, watching a man who didn't look like Rhett enter the manor.

After his back disappeared, Scarlett turned her head regretfully, and saw Lydia standing in the stairwell.

She was taken aback by Lydia.

In the past two days, the two got along quite happily, and they also exchanged contact information. They plan to exchange letters in the future.

"What did you see?" Scarlett asked.

"Who is he?" Lydia asked. "You love him?"

It was really a straight ball, and Scarlett was a little stunned when it hit.

"I don't know," she said honestly, "Actually, for me, that feeling seems to have faded a lot."

"He's Melanie's husband." Scarlett glanced at the back again. "I thought about it carefully, maybe I didn't like it, but I just didn't get it, so some, um..."

Lydia understood, as she had done when she was a child.

"So what are you going to do?" Lydia asked. "Does Mr. Rhett know? Where's Melanie?"

"They all know," Scarlett smiled self-deprecatingly, "Look, I'm in a quagmire. Did I never tell you this story? It doesn't matter if I haven't, it's all old things .”

Lydia vaguely remembered that this seemed to be the culprit of "Scarlett had to support the manor alone" in Melanie's mouth.

"I think, just for him, it's totally unnecessary," Lydia said bluntly, "Look at Mr. Darcy, he is well-mannered, well-off, and his appearance is not worse than this one, he is quite tough and special Straightforward, responsible, young and promising, and most of all, disdainful of you. Either way, you might as well like Mr. Darcy."

"After all, besides his looks, what else do you think is good about this guy? I don't think he's good enough for Melanie."

On the other side, Dantès, who was hiding behind the cupboard, poked Darcy, "How do you feel, dude?"

Darcy felt a little complicated.

It's an indescribably complicated feeling.Although I was praised a lot by my sweetheart, what's the situation?

Beside them, Rhett, who had just finished putting the child to sleep, saw Scarlett and chose to hide behind the cabinet when he went downstairs, also felt that his mood was quite complicated.

The author has something to say: Darcy: I feel praised by my sweetheart. The words are good, but they don’t feel right

Rhett: ...Ah, I feel so complicated

Flying around for a while, the timeline here is pulled to after the Civil War, which happens to coincide with the early days of Victoria orz. I have changed a lot of places.