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When he returned to Roswell Manor, Benoit chose a troika of carriages. The first was a high-covered four-wheeled carriage drawn by two tall Arabian horses, followed by two small wagons. A Mongolian horse with a slender body and strong limbs.The convoy circled the city, and the curtains on the windows were tied with golden ribbons, revealing a fair white face.

It didn't take long for everyone in the city to know that Nibel Roswell was back, and still healthy and graceful.He looked in high spirits, as though the months of illness hadn't hurt him a bit.

At the beginning, Nibel said that he would visit Benoit's parents first, and then Benoit told him that his parents had gone to the New World to do business, but he would return soon, so there was no need to rush to the door.

"To be honest, I'm still a little nervous." Nibel grabbed Benoit's hand: "It's fine after a while, after all, I don't have anything to show for now—"

"You are going to propose marriage?" Benoit laughed.

"Isn't it? What if your parents are not satisfied with me."

"No, as long as I am satisfied." Benoit leaned on Nibel's shoulder.His hair was tied into a simple ponytail at the back of his head, draped over his shoulders, and he rubbed the ends with his fingers.When Nibel saw it, he took his fingers into his hands, without any purpose, just wanting to hold them.Benoit's hand reminded him of an egret by the river, standing gracefully and lightly.

"Let's go to the hospital by the way." Nibel said, "I'm relieved to have a comprehensive physical examination."

"I think I'm fine, so I don't need to go."

"Go for a while, I happen to be going too." Nibel said while pressing Benoit's knuckles.

Two days later, a visitor Nibel had expected came to his door.The man was haggard, with protruding cheekbones, like a monkey.Although he smelled of alcohol, he looked clean and even brushed his hair.

"Mr. Mill, please come in."

Ram Mill walked in.He was also wearing a tall hat, the brim of which was simply mended, with rough stitching.He put the hat on his knees, saw Nibel's eyes on the dazzling centipede-shaped patch, and sighed: "I'm really not very good at this kind of thing. In the past, these things were done by my wife, no matter how broken it is." How powerful, it can always be restored as new after passing through her hands."

"One's life is always learning new things, at least now you have another craft of sewing."

"Is this considered craftsmanship?" Rem smiled bleakly.

"Life has to go on, I guess that's why you came to me." Nibel poured a glass of water for Mir, and put it in front of him, Mir looked at it, but didn't drink it.

"Mr. Roswell has always been quite smart. What I have to say is a bit long," Ream sighed, "I hope you don't get bored."

"Go ahead."

"The whole thing starts with the surgery I had last year..."

"As a lover, it may be a kind of taste to be incomprehensible. At first, Jane thought I was honest and serious, and Jane's mother thought I was reliable, so naturally, I married her. At that time, Jane was less than 20 years old, and her soft ketone body exuded With the fragrance of a young girl. As her mother’s doctor, I went to her home to check her mother’s condition every day. Or at first it was to check her condition. In fact, three or four times a week was enough, but I couldn’t help but go every day. "Mir didn't seem to realize that he was talking further and further away, leaning on the sofa, looking at nothing, and Nibel didn't stop him.

"I'm not very good at medical skills. I barely passed the qualification certificate exam three times. I can solve minor illnesses and fevers in the book, and I can't do anything for older ones. But the people here are quite healthy. I have survived catastrophes and illnesses for so many years, and even have a small reputation. I hate being a doctor. If I can, I really want to be a poet, musician, painter or something. But if I can see Jane every day, I will I feel that being a doctor is also very happy, only then I am very grateful for the white coat on my body."

"You may think I'm mean, to seduce a 17-year-old girl. She doesn't love me, I know, but as long as I can touch her, smell the rose in her hair, and hear her voice like a spring warbler, My soul began to tremble, it was an indescribable satisfaction. Every time I left her and saw her back gradually disappearing behind the door, I wanted to shed tears."

Nibel frowned slightly: "Please get to the point, Mr. Mir."

Mir blinked and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "I know all the things she did. I just paid the price for my coaxing her back then. During that time last year—I actually felt like a century had passed, It seems that having her is a memory of heaven for me—she was depressed, unable to eat, and her face was terribly pale. I knew she was sick, but she refused to admit it. I took her away with me. When I set off, I was glad that I could have her again! What a foolish idea! What a terrible trick fate has played on me!"

Seeing that Mir almost yelled and broke down emotionally, Nibel pushed the water on the table towards him.Mir picked it up, took a big gulp, whimpered like a dilapidated bellows, and gasped hissingly.

"There, I met a person. It was a rainy day, and I was shopping outside. I bought six eggs and a leg of lamb. It started to rain suddenly. It was an open-air vegetable market with no shelter from the rain. That Someone passed by and invited me to share an umbrella with him. That's how we got to know each other. He was sincere, kind, and funny. I had no family or friends there, and I was very lonely, so he generously provided me with a place to solve my problems, and I poured out my heart to him , Tell him everything about my being forced by my family to study medicine, my poor medical skills and my false reputation, and my wife cheating on me!"

"I was defenseless, as if I was tempted by the devil, or was dazzled by something. I don't understand, and I can't figure it out now! At that time, I seemed to be just a piece of skin stretched on the body, and my soul was covered by it. *Long, something pushes me into the abyss."

As he talked more and more excitedly, Nibel leaned back a little.

"He showed me a French magazine with a new report of a doctor who had successfully performed a craniotomy and was rewarded with a large sum of money and fame."

"So you did it?"

"I was hesitant at first... but he told me that there happened to be a patient right now, and it was exactly the same as the patient in the report. Jane also encouraged me to do it, and I..."

"The pursuit of ideals is not a bad thing."

"Yes. Everything was normal at first, but I knew I was finished the next day. Is there anyone who knows my skills better than myself? I was terrified in those few days. In fact, the patient's When my wife came to me, I actually felt relieved, like the elephant that stepped on my heart lifted a foot."

"That patient was introduced to you by him?"

"Yes."

"Who is this guy?"

"Basil. That's the redhead who came to your house as a servant."

"You know he's coming to my place?"

Mir looked up at Nibel and said grimly, "He's got a plan—it's just part of it."

"Did he tell you that when I get rid of me, my house and property can be used to pay off your debt?" Nibel squinted his eyes and looked Mir up and down: "Then you will believe it. There is no better fool in the world to find than you."

"You're right, if only I could be as smart as you." Mir stood up: "Indeed, until today I have nothing, I began to reflect on my carelessness in making friends and trusting others. So here I am There's something that you might be interested in too."

He had the mentality of making up his mind to put all his eggs in one basket, his expression was a bit ferocious, the skin on his face was tense, as if the blood vessels underneath were about to burst open.

"You say it."

"After the operation failed, the patient's family approached me privately and extorted a large sum of money from me. Basile told me that he had a friend who could lend me the money, so I signed the IOU. The woman asked me for I borrowed £[-], and I borrowed £[-]. The borrowed money is more than enough to compensate the patient's family, and the rest I planned to save at first, but Basile took me to the casino—”

"He escorted you there?" Nibel looked at him with his face covered in annoyance: "Then you are really innocent."

Mir smiled awkwardly: "At first I was lucky, and the three thousand pounds gradually turned into six thousand. With more and more chips in my hand, in the casino, I had an illusion that the money was worthless .I threw them on the table in big piles, sure I could win the thirty thousand pounds in one go. Anyway, when it was time to pay back the money, I found that I didn't have much left."

"and then?"

Mir swallowed: "Then I went back to the city, I sold my parents' belongings, and secretly sold the jewelry I bought to coax Jane. That money is still a drop in the bucket for my debts, I thought Just once, for the last time, maybe I will come back?"

"you have not."

"I don't have any working capital in my hands. I wrote to my former patients to check if there was any confiscated settlement. I even got the idea of ​​Jane's dowry. Unfortunately, her dowry is not rich enough. This is I knew about it when I got married. At this time, Basile found me, and he told me that he could introduce Jane to a place."

"So you sold your wife into a brothel?"

"No——" Mir stuck his neck: "Basile told me that it was just a show. He said he knew the boss there, and he could ask the boss to introduce a special guest. This guest is an old man without sexual ability. Just looking for someone to talk to, Jane won't get any harm."

At this moment, Nibel was too lazy to sarcastically, so he stopped talking: "Please get to the point."

Mill clutched at his battered hat: "I'm talking about the point now! Don't you care about poor Jane? You cruel hypocrite!"

"You don't even care what I care about?" Nibel was a little impatient: "It sounds like you are more ruthless."

The questioning just now seemed to have exhausted Mir's strength, and he hunched limply: "Then, Basile told me that he thought of a way."

"Is it burning Xiayun Manor?"

Mir stared at Nibel: "You know?"

Slightly nodded, Nibel signaled him to continue.

"Yes. This matter is really desperate. Although he said to me on the surface that he is helping me, I am not a fool." After saying this, Nibel sneered, and Mir blushed and continued: " At that time, I was already secretly suspicious of him. So I was a little careful—" Mir took out two crumpled notes from the interlayer of the hat, which were obviously often taken out and pondered over.