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Tracy stood awkwardly in front of the mansion of Marquis Don Quixote with her children, just like the first time the clown saw Wayne's house, a corner of Dio's world collapsed.

Does anyone live here?

This place is more luxurious than a church?

The best house three-year-old Dio has ever been to is the church his mother took him to on weekends.

It was a church that received the poor in the slums. One could imagine how shabby it was, but little Dior was looking forward to going there, although he felt that what the priest said was nonsense, and his mother blamed him for it.

There was no one in front of the mansion of Marquis Don Quixote, and the door was locked. Trish didn't know how to talk to the people inside, so she had to stand outside the door in embarrassment, wrapped in an outdated cloak pitifully.

After a while, a child with black hair and black eyes who was about the same age as Dior chased the ball and came to the door. When he picked up the ball, he saw Dior, mother and child.

Dior stared at the child's luxurious high-order three-piece suit for a while, with an unconcealable hostility in his eyes.

Tracy stretched her neck, not daring to talk to the young master of the noble family. Perhaps, she didn't want Dalio to be released from prison.

But instead of leaving, the noble young master walked towards them, "Hi, ma'am, may I help you?"

"Ah, this young master!" Tracy said in panic.

"My name is Chrollo Lucilo Don Quixote." The child's aristocratic demeanor was perfect, which made Trish hug her bad cub tightly, feeling extremely nervous.

"I'm Trish."

"Hello, Mrs. Trish."

"Master Kurolo, I want to see Lord Marquis."

"What happened?"

"It's like this. My husband Dario Brando saved the Lord Marquis a few years ago. A ring... fell. Dalio was caught when he sold it. People in Scotland Yard dare not contact His Excellency the Marquis. My husband is dying."

Then let him die!Dio said viciously in his heart.

"You are the wife of my father's savior, I know this! My father told me about Mr. Brando's life-saving grace!"

In Dior's eyes, Master Kuroro, who was innocent and stupid, opened the door and let Trish and her son in.

"No, I'll just wait at the door..." She really didn't dare to step on the floor tiles of His Majesty the Marquis.

"Running around to blame trouble, come with me."

Kuroro took Tracy and Dio to a side hall, ordered the servants to entertain the guests, and went to find the mirror boy himself.

Mirror Cub is enjoying the extravagant life of aristocrats, and by the way, talks about investing in the Birmingham Railway with steel tycoon Carl Holik.

"Father, Dalio's wife is here." Kuroro didn't forget that his father found him not long ago and said, "Go to the courtyard to play football, Kuroro", he seems to have known that the mother and son are coming, Kuroro Naturally, he didn't think that the father's plan was for that woman, so to speak, for that child?Kuroro smelled a similar dark aura from Dior. Coincidentally, both father and son were very interested in Dior.

"You have guests, I can wait for you." Karl Holik is not the richest steel tycoon in Amerikaji, he is also a young man who has just started from scratch, and the Titanic will not sink until more than ten years ago.

"Brando once saved my life." Even if he didn't need to be firm with him, Calhoulik watched Marquis Mills leave.

The servant brought black tea and snacks, but Tracy didn’t dare to touch a single piece. Those exquisite snacks and this side hall, which is more gorgeous than the church, made her uneasy. If it wasn’t for Dalio’s years of intimidation, she might have slipped away .

She was disturbed by the staring looks of the servants, and Dio was the only one who could give him strength. She hugged the child tightly and warned Dio in a low voice not to eat or drink.

Dior really wanted to taste what dim sum tasted like, and those delicate cubes attracted all his eyes.

Soon, the door was opened by a servant, and a tall and handsome man came, against the light.

He was very good-looking, and Tracy remembered that he had always been the most beautiful boy in London in the early years.

"Your Excellency the Marquis."

"Mrs. Tracy, long time no see, who is this child?"

"It's my son Dio."

Dio greeted reluctantly, "Sir."

"What a beautiful child, you must have met my son Kuroro." Shui Jing pulled his bad cub over, and the two bad cubs looked at each other, wondering what kind of relationship they would develop?

Jing Zai, who personally ended Dior and JOJO's bad relationship, thinks that all generations of JOJO will only thank him if they know about it.

"I already know the matter, and I will go to Scotland Yard myself."

"How good is this..." Tracy didn't expect that the Marquis would go there in person. She actually didn't want Dalio to be released from prison. It would be better for him to die in prison. However, without her husband, how would she live? Woolen cloth?

Thinking, she had already sat in Don Quixote's carriage and headed for Scotland Yard.

Kuroro wanted to go out together so much that he even pretended to be a child. He was really curious about what his father's purpose was.

He and Dio were not in the same carriage, but he couldn't help but think of that strange child.

"What are you thinking, Kuroro?" Shui Jing rubbed his hands on Kuroro's head, which made Kuroro get goosebumps.

It was a year ago that he was adopted by his father. From a vagrant on Meteor Street to a child of the Marquis, he achieved a class leap, but Kurolo was not happy at all, just like the words his adoptive father often said: everything about fate Gifts are secretly priced.

He felt that his adoptive father actually meant something.

At first, he thought that his adoptive father was the kind of person who was interested in children, but this idea was wrong.He then speculated that the adoptive father was violent towards the child, which was also wrong.In the end, he guessed that his adoptive father wanted to use him as a blank piece of paper to smear on it with colors and enjoy the fun of nurturing him, but he didn't.

It was never in Kuroro's mind that his father just wanted to raise a child, and he happened to pick him. There was no such thought at all.

There are countless children on Meteor Street, why did you single out him?

Leaving aside his own conditions, what was Mills Don Quixote's purpose for him?

Although the mirror cub didn't deliberately hide that he was going for Kuroro, but such a small bad cub can't be confused by the appearance, and he really has another purpose in biting the kind person who adopted him... It is indeed Kuroro.

When the plastic father and son arrived at Scotland Yard, they were shocked to see the police detectives from the Marquis family running over, "How could you rebel against Scotland Yard?"

"My old lady, Mrs. Tracy, said that her husband was imprisoned for theft, and the dirt once belonged to me, so I naturally wanted to come and see it."

Detective Pace wiped his sweat, Dalio didn't lie, he really knew His Excellency the Marquis Mills.

So maybe the ring really belonged to him?

Since his wife left, Dalio has been beaten a few more times, which made him look like he was going to die. Pace was afraid that the Marquis would blame him for the execution.But the Marquis didn't say anything, and expressed how much he thanked Dalio for saving his life at the door of the prison. He gave Dalio the ring.

"However, my status is not what it used to be now, and this ring is also from my ancestors. If someone pretends to be a member of the Don Quixote family and ruin my reputation, I will keep 10 pounds, no, 15 pounds. Ma'am, get a doctor for Dalio."

Fifteen pounds is almost equal to half a year's income of a tutor, which is quite a lot, but it is far from the thousand pounds that was given to Dalio many years ago.

"How can we ask for your money!" Trish said loudly, she was ashamed and ashamed.After all, she was looking at the ring that Dalio took off from the hand of the sleeping Marquis. At that time, Dalio wanted to pick out the gem from the cane of the Marquis, but he gave up because the setting was too strong.

All kinds of evil deeds of Dalio came to mind. How happy she was when she got the 1000 pounds. She even figured out how to use the money. She could buy a house in a relatively good neighborhood with a single family She can buy a small villa with a garden for about 100 pounds, and then she can buy a shop. Her sewing is very good, and she can open a sewing shop.Then send Dior to study.And maybe a tutor.Just planning Tracy's heart was full of strength, but then Dalio's behavior shattered the dream. Dalio did not give her and Dior even a pound, but went to the red light district that day to find Those women who deal in flesh and blood are happy.Dalio would never seek out street girls for fear of contracting syphilis.And those mid-level and high-level adults who live in beautiful houses are not cheap. Trish can only watch Dalio squander their houses, shops, Dior tuition fees, and tutor fees. .She gritted her teeth with hatred, but she didn't have the courage to resist Dalio.Perhaps what she really hated was her weakness and incompetence.

Dalio, who was like a puddle of mud or a dead fish in the prison, heard that his wife rejected the £15 gift from the Marquis. Although it was only £[-], it was enough for him to drink wine for a month and find a few women to be happy. How dare Tracy Speak up and make the decision for him!It's a pity that he is so painful that he can't speak now, and he doesn't even have the strength to scold Tracy.

...This is the father's savior?

Unlike the police detectives of Scotland Yard who were worried that the harsh conditions in the prison would frighten the young master, Kurolo, who grew up on Meteor Street, was surprisingly comfortable with this environment. He even had the time to comment on Scotland After reviewing the living conditions of Field Prison and Meteor Street, he concluded that the prisons made in Scotland were much better than Meteor Street.

Like the house where Dalio lives, there are walls around, the roof does not leak, there is even a bed covered with straw for him to sleep in, and there is a toilet next to it. If this kind of house appears on Meteor Street, it will definitely cause nostalgia Master's scramble.

And Dalio's injury?

Even he has suffered such serious injuries!

However, it is also strange that a rich and powerful nobleman like Don Quixote does not have the protection of a capable person.

The books he came into contact with have never mentioned people with psychic abilities. Could it be that this country rejects people with psychic abilities?

And £15?Not even one of his suits was enough!

Asking what the savior actually thought, Kuroro felt as if he had caught a glimpse of the truth.

Mills Don Quixote is ungrateful, even malicious, to Dario Brando.

Then why did he come in person to a dirty prison that doesn't fit the status of a Marquis?

For Trish, or for Dior Brando?

"It's for Dior."

In the carriage, there was enough space to put down the coffee table, and the father and son sat facing each other.

"You're a smart boy, tell me why you think so."

"Dalio is a scum who has nothing but his wife and children."

"continue."

"And a woman like Tracy will definitely not fall into your father's glasses."

"As for Dio, I feel a dark aura from him. He is not a child who doesn't understand anything. He looked at me with undisguised malice..."

Shui Jing said with interest: "Didn't you hit him off right away?"

Didn't these two bad boys with a dark body and mind have a chemical reaction?

"No, why do you say that?"

"I just think you're at an age where you should have friends, and Dior is just right."

Although the age is suitable, the family conditions are too inappropriate.

Kuroro still doesn't know the future arranged for him by his kind adoptive father, but he has already blacklisted Dior's name.

"What do you think will happen to the Brando family?"

"Mrs. Tracy will bring her husband home and live the old life." As for whether Dalio will find Don Quixote, he has no guts, and no one will care if he offends the Marquis and dies.

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Dalio was acquitted, he snatched 15 pounds, "Go and buy me wine, it really hurts me!"

"Should see a doctor." Trish said.

"What else can those idiot barbers do except bloodletting? My grandpa was killed by them!"

When Dalio was young, he sneered at bloodletting and leech therapy.

This character was perfectly inherited to Dior.

Trish hired a carriage and bought wine, Dalio climbed into the carriage, and the driver drove him away.

Tracy and Dio walked back to the slums.

The Dalios live in a 200-year-old house that also costs £5 a year in rent.

Usually, Tracy earns money by doing laundry and helping servants, and Dalio will also help others, and of course he will take away the money Tracy saved.As soon as he got home, he drank and climbed into bed and fell asleep, Tracy walked back to the broken house with heavy steps.

"I saw Dalio is back, you are glad." The fat woman who came to get the laundry said to Trish, "Anyway, I still have to have a husband."

Trish didn't answer, because her mind was full of the godlike Mills Don Quixote.

His Excellency the Marquis squeezed her fingertips as he handed her the pound.

"Maybe I'm mistaken."

Getting the dirty clothes to be washed today, Tracy thought while carrying the water, maybe it was an illusion, how could Lord Marquis pinch her fingers, and it was too fast, the more she thought about it, the more she felt it was fake.

Memory could not give the correct answer, and there was a strong voice in her heart calling for it to be true. Tracy was bewitched and hypnotized by this voice, and she thought Mills had a crush on her!

Only she has a husband!

Yes, it must be because she was married that Mills said nothing.

The poor life, harsh environment, and cruel marriage suffocated Tracy, but the existence of Mills and the momentary skin contact became everything she fantasized about.

I don't know when it will start, Tracy hugged Dior and babbled: "What a beautiful child, just like your father, Mills is your father."

Dior pupil earthquake, isn't Mills the name of that nobleman?

Tracy kept telling delusional stories, and Dio twisted and escaped from her arms.My father is like that, and my mother is crazy again. I thought that my current life was at the bottom of the valley, but fate slipped into the bottomless vortex with the travelers in the lifeboat.

Trish is sick.

She developed a high fever, talking nonsense, and scratching her hands.At that time, Dalio was not there, and Dio was sitting beside his mother in a hurry. He went out to find Dalio. Those were the places where Dalio would go. In the middle of the night, he found Dalio who was drunk in the sailor's tavern.

He shook his father vigorously, "Mom is sick!"

Dalio, whose brain and conscience have been ruined by bad wine, especially likes the feeling of being drunk. He seems to be flying in the sky. Dio's pulling is like dragging him from the air into a mud pit. He can barely see who it is and is sure it is The object that can be beaten, Dalio raised his fist at his 5-year-old son, and Dio was beaten and flew out.

"Dior! Don't disturb me for a drink! Why don't you remember anything!"

Maybe beating your son violently in public can show your majesty?Dalio intends to give Dio a good lesson and let him know that punching is just an appetizer.

Even in a dirty place like the sailor's tavern, some people couldn't stand Dalio's behavior. A two-meter-tall sailor grabbed Dalio by the neck and lifted him up.

"It's Bloody Jack!"

The vulgar nickname is definitely a reference to Jack the Ripper.

Throwing Dalio out without much effort, Bloody Jack walked up to Dio and said in a voice only two people heard: "My father is also a scum, he forced my mother and sister to pick up guests, and my eight-year-old Sister, the last old bastard paid ten pounds, and I was only nine years old? Then I added some ingredients to his wine, and he died. If you need it, you can come to me."

Dio limped back home, Trish was already cold.

Dio sat in front of his mother's body until dawn.

Then he went to the landlord.

The blond-haired and red-eyed little angel stood at the door to announce the news of his mother's death. The landlord snorted, took the key and left with Dior. If Dior's family had no money to bury the corpse, the government would cremate them uniformly, and the family could get the urn. It doesn't matter whether it is buried under any tree or thrown into the sea or the Thames.

By the way, this benevolent government was proposed and implemented by Marquis Don Quixote, and other nobles, members of the parliament, and the royal family pinched their noses and donated funds for cremation.

The landlord contacted the crematorium, and took Trish away on the same day. After all, he was not too unconscionable, so he accompanied Dior to the cremation ground.

"There are still dozens of people in line to get you. You can go and stay with your mother." Seeing that he was young and handsome and came alone, the staff felt pity and said.

"no need."

Dio said coldly.

"Is there anything else I need to do?"

"Cremation consent, just sign it."

It wasn't until the afternoon that Dior got his mother's urn, a plain lacquer urn with the Union Jack on it.Remind people not to forget the benevolence of the government.

Dio returned home with the jar, but Dalio didn't come back either. He endured the hunger and made himself a bowl of food that he didn't know what it was.

Then curled up on the small bed, Dio cried quietly while hugging his mother's urn.