[Comprehensive Book] A Rose for Catherine

When the three sisters walked out, the gypsy was already surrounded by several servants and nearby peasant women, who gave him a bowl of water.He stretched out a withered hand from under his black robe, and took a sip of water from a bowl.

Catherine thought this dress looked like a witch about to be burned.Wrapped tightly from head to toe, only revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

Lydia wanted to squeeze into the crowd and get a better look at the rumored magical gypsy.A peasant woman was talking and gesticulating to the gypsy, and Catherine figured out what she was trying to express. She was asking the gypsy if he could sell her some medicine.Gypsy women's traditional skills include "pharmaceuticals and selling medicines", but for middle and upper class people, they will never buy such unknown medicines, only the bottom people with poor families will buy these - because It is a luxury to ask a doctor when you are sick, and even a poorer family is reluctant to ask a pharmacist.

But apparently the gypsy had nothing to sell them.It was the first time Catherine saw a gypsy who appeared in many literary and artistic works, and thought that the one in front of her was different from the one she had always known.

Catherine couldn't help feeling puzzled: Could it be that the image depicted in the books she had read was too different from the actual situation?

Wait for the peasant women to disperse-they are not as interested in these mysterious things as the ladies and gentlemen who have money and leisure. They are more focused on the work in the field, and spring will soon begin.Lydia squeezed in front of the gypsy as she wished, and asked excitedly and curiously: "Hey, can you do divination like the rumors? I heard that you are good at this? Crystal ball... I don't seem to see your crystal ball?"

The gypsy, whose entire face was covered under the dark and shabby robe, seemed to move the corners of his mouth, and let out a soft chuckle with unknown meaning: "Miss, I am not proficient in this. But if you want to try , I can divination for you."

His voice is gruff, a sandpaper-sanded voice that blurs his age just enough.He spoke with a thick accent, which was not familiar to the ladies of the Bennet family, but it could be barely understood.

As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized crystal ball from his spacious sleeve.When doing this action, half of his sleeves slid up, revealing a bit of young skin that was different from the dry and dark palms.

Catherine caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye, and couldn't help frowning deeply.Now she knows that it's not that the image depicted in the books she's read is too different from the reality, but that the guy in front of him may not be a gypsy at all! Then the identity of the guy in front of him is very suspicious!

Catherine felt vigilant and tried her best to control her expression so as not to show any strangeness.Only the three sisters were present, and Lydia was still so close to him. If he had bad intentions, it would be dangerous for her to startle Lydia rashly.

Don't startle him.

Catherine went through the Bennet family's interpersonal relationship in a second, and made sure that they didn't have any feud with anyone.That person in front of him was not coming for them.

As long as he is not a vicious gangster, nothing will happen today.

After some consideration, Catherine decided to pretend that she didn't notice anything unusual for the time being.

Lydia waved to Mary: "Mary, don't you believe in divination? Now let's see for ourselves whether he is capable or not!"

Mary walked over slowly and squeezed between Lydia and Catherine, "Okay then, let's see the magic of magic."

There was a cold and subtle mockery in her voice, but it was a pity that Lydia didn't catch her hidden meaning.

"Please touch this crystal ball with both hands." The man hidden under the robe said in a hoarse voice, "Then close your eyes."

Catherine listened aside, distractedly observing the crystal ball brought out by the "Gypsy", but didn't see anything special about it.

In her eyes, it was just an ordinary ball.

Thinking of this, she whispered to Mary, "Dad won't see us from the study window, will he? I'm afraid he will blame us."

Surprise flashed across Mary's eyes. At this time, Mr. Bennet was usually resting in the study and would not come to the window at all.And the window of the study room is not facing this direction.

Catherine winked at Mary from an angle that the "Gypsy" couldn't see, and Mary didn't quite understand what she meant, so she had to follow her words dryly: "Daddy won't blame us."

Catherine's voice was not loud, but it was enough for the "Gypsy" to hear. She meant to frighten the other party so that he would not have any wrong thoughts. Their father was watching from the window.If the other party really has a ghost in his heart, he will definitely take Catherine into consideration, and the other party will not think too much if he has a ghost in his heart.

And she chose this time to speak, Lydia was focused on divination by the crystal ball, and she would not be outspoken and quickly demolish her.

The "Gypsy" realized what Catherine meant when she said this. He lowered his head, hiding his playful smile under his robe, and then quickly spoke a series of sentences that no one could understand.

Lydia:? ? ?

"Gypsy" explained slowly: "This is the language to communicate with magic."

Mary didn't take it seriously, and Catherine's eyes twitched, wondering how this person could take such illogical lies for granted.

But Lydia believed it.

"Then can you translate into English that I can hear?"

The other party pondered for a while: "I see that you have had good luck recently. In London, this is inseparable from the help you have received from some important people around you. Bad luck is avoiding you, and the misfortune and sorrow that once enveloped you are also coming. Go away. I see a light."

Lydia opened her eyes wide and looked at the two sisters: "The divination result is not bad at all!"

Mary frowned, still unwilling to believe the tricks in front of her.

"These words can be said casually. As for what happened to you in London, maybe a maid in our family overheard and said it? The normal divination process is not like this at all!"

On the contrary, Catherine was eager to avoid this unknown guy: "We already know that the result of the divination is good, let's go into the room to discuss the rest. I'm a little cold, and I want to sit by the warm stove in the room."

As soon as she finished speaking, the "Gypsy" laughed inexplicably.

"Miss, you don't need to be so guarded against me. I have no ill intentions towards you. Of course, this Miss Mary is also right. I am indeed not a gypsy who is proficient in divination."

He took off the hood of his dark and tattered robe, revealing a young and lively face with sharp features.

His fair complexion was nothing like a weather-beaten tramp, which further confirmed the fact that he was not a gypsy.

When Lydia heard him denying her identity as a "Gypsy", she felt her heart stopped beating, and now she looked at Mary in embarrassment, shrinking her head.

She hates this guy now.

The other party did not notice her disgusting attitude, and introduced himself politely: "Please forgive my presumptuousness, my humble Mycroft Holmes. He is currently a student at Cambridge University and is also a Detective. This time I was invited by an employer to investigate an incident here, so I deliberately disguised myself in order not to reveal my identity."

detective.Holmes.

Neither the surname Holmes nor the identity of a detective is considered rare, but the combination of the two words instantly reminded Catherine of a famous detective even in later generations.

Catherine observed this gentleman carefully, and couldn't help but suspect that the name he gave was just his alias, and his real name was Sherlock Holmes?

Mycroft felt Catherine's tangled eyes: "Miss, do you have any questions?"

Catherine shook her head and changed the subject: "You said that you came to investigate the case, so there must be some unforgivable murderer here?"

She tried her best to speak in a relaxed and peaceful tone, with some invisible doubts remaining in her covered eyes.

Mary's face turned slightly pale when she heard her say this: "It would be too unfortunate if we have such a person hiding here."

Mycroft pondered for a moment: "That's not true, this matter is a bit complicated. I still need to meet the local sheriff when I come here."

The three sisters looked at each other, and finally Mary came forward, and she calmly said: "Then the sheriff you are looking for should be our father."

The author has something to say: [Mycroft: You will see the parent's achievement when you meet the first time you meet √, Mrs. Bennet's son-in-law progress bar +10]

Hahahaha, I found that there are many big prophets in the comments, but I dare not reply at all.