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The breakfast that Annie brought this day consisted of baked cherries and milk. Nibel thought milk was very good, at least better than goat's milk.

The pot of tea last night kept Niebuhr awake all night. He tossed and turned, his eyes desperately wanted to close, but his brain was forced to stay awake.He felt like he hadn't thought of anything, and he seemed to remember everything.He thought of Benoit's bright red hair, his pale fingers, his straight back.He thought of the veins on the inside of his wrist when Benoit handed him the box, of the fingers folded as he held the stove, the cuff loosely round his wrist.Oddly enough, he didn't remember seeing it so clearly.He tried to recall Benoit's eyes again, what kind of eyes were they, they seemed to be yellow too?Nibel looked at the top of the bed curtain and felt as if he had been packed in some kind of bag and couldn't breathe.

"Sure enough, it should be a different color." He thought.

After breakfast, Anne said that Guy and his wife from the west of the city would visit in the evening.He was actually not interested in entertaining guests today, he just wanted to catch up on a good night's sleep, but considering that it was Benoit's parents, he agreed.Benoit didn't know that he had such a big face. When Nibel thought of this, he was inexplicably proud and felt that he was baffled.

Roswell's house was quiet all day long, and it was nearly six o'clock at night when Basile came up to wake him up.After changing his clothes, Nibel went downstairs. For some reason, Basile didn't follow.

There are two people sitting downstairs. The one on the right is old Guy. He has a stern face and deep wrinkles at the corners of his mouth that reach his chin.Old Guy has light brown hair with slightly white sideburns, and the ends of his hair are trimmed behind his ears, which makes him not easy to get along with.The black woolen suit was made of thick material, showing his broad shoulders.He put on a white shirt with a stand-up collar, and his chin was just buried in the collar if he didn't look up.The lady next to her has bright red hair and an elegant hairstyle, like a model in a pictorial.She was wearing a small hat slanted, with a piece of black gauze pinned to the brim, barely covering her left eye.But the most conspicuous thing was the blue-green silk long dress, paired with a pair of black long gloves, this attire was inevitably a bit too grand for meeting guests.

"Hello, hello." Nibel rushed over and sat opposite them.

"I've heard your name for a long time, Mr. Roswell." Old Guy smiled, and his smile was also very formulaic, like a robot: "I should have come to visit you as soon as I moved in, but I don't know if it's because of the change of season or something. The reason is that I caught a cold as soon as it came."

"No, no, I should be the one to visit you. Unfortunately, I had a lot of work some time ago." Nibel exchanged pleasantries with the two, and cared about each other's body for a while. This is a necessary procedure when strangers have nothing to say. .

"We are here today to give you this." Old Guy took out an invitation letter. The cover was hard, with a lake blue background, and there were bronzing peacock feather patterns on it, and Guy was written in cursive in the middle. last name.There are not many families with family crests, let alone peacock tail feathers.This invitation letter clearly showed the identity of the old nobleman of the Guy family.

"Benoit, that's our son, his birthday will be next month." Mrs. Guy folded her hands: "Maybe you already know him, he's not in good health, we try our best to spend every birthday grand."

"Thank you, I will definitely come as promised." Nibel accepted the invitation letter, and the Guys had already stood up and prepared to leave.Nibel sent them to the door: "Good-bye, and I wish young Monsieur Guy good health."

"Thank you." Mrs. Guy nodded slightly, as if she just remembered something: "Is the Mill Clinic on the other side of the street not always open, it seems that it is always closed."

Nibel raised his eyebrows. He hasn't contacted Mrs. Mir since the last meeting, and he doesn't know what's going on there: "Probably not, maybe Mr. Mir is on a business trip."

"So, it seems that he is really busy."

"If you need it, I know a doctor in the neighboring city, and his medical skills are also very good."

"That's really helpful!" Mrs. Guy beamed with joy after hearing this, but soon became dejected: "But it's always inconvenient if the doctor is not around."

Nibel found her reaction amusing, and it was written all over her face.She looked more like a little girl than a woman whose son was in his 20s.

"Why don't you hire a family doctor?" Nibel felt that this kind of old aristocrat should have a family doctor or something.

"There used to be one, but that doctor resigned some time ago, and we haven't been able to find a suitable one."

The coachman has already arrived and is waiting by the side.Nibel didn't ask any more questions, and sent Guy and his wife to the car.

Back in the room, Nibel opened the invitation, which read:

Dear Mr Roswell

You are cordially invited to Benoit Guy's 24th birthday party.

Time November [-]th at [-]:[-] pm

Location Xiayun Villa, Emerald Avenue, West City

Nibel took the invitation upstairs and put it in a drawer of the nightstand.He saw the small iron box again, but his eyes didn't stay on it, he just pushed it deeper.

The door was not closed, and Nibel was about to go downstairs when he realized that there was still someone standing at the door of his bedroom.

"Supper is ready, sir," said Basile.

Nibel called him over to help him change from a hospitality suit to loose house clothes.

Today's dinner was especially sumptuous. Annie stood by the table and brought up the plates, and there were also many dishes on the trolley next to her.

"How do you do so many dishes?" He pulled out his chair and sat down.

"The Guys came to visit at night, we thought you would dine together, so we did a lot." Anne spread the napkin for him.

Looking at the cherry foie gras, fried fish steak, and pumpkin cream soup on the trolley, Nibel was also a little helpless: "They don't seem to have that meaning. They can't finish so much, you can share these."

Annie insisted that Nibel eat some of each course, and halfway through the meal he couldn't help but loosen and loosen the laces of his trousers.After dinner, the servants gave him peppermint water to rinse his mouth as usual. After rinsing his mouth, he asked Anne: "What happened to the Mill Clinic these days?"

"It's nothing, I haven't heard of it. However, Dr. Mill's reputation has greatly improved after he went to recuperate some time ago. A cousin of mine lives there. Last week, he wrote to me saying that Dr. Mill had performed some surgery there. There is innovation. And he has not collected any medical expenses, it is simply doing charity."

"Surgery? What surgery?"

"I can't tell. It seems that there is a tumor in my brain or something."

Nibel wiped his mouth.He didn't know much about Dr. Mir's medical skills. After all, he rarely got sick, so he was still a brilliant doctor.He thought of Mr. Mill's bland facial features, he looked more like a typist or a small clerk in a bank, and he didn't look like an excellent doctor anyway.

But these have nothing to do with him.He asked Basile to prepare a carriage and go to the neighboring city. The most famous tailor shop in the country and the tailor shop where he ordered clothes most often were located there.He's planning to get ready for Guy's birthday next month, and pick out a present or something along the way.

Nibel didn't sleep very well that night, probably because he slept too much during the day.He felt that he had dreamed, but the dream was intermittent and had no content.

In the afternoon of the second day, a carriage stopped in front of Roswell's house.The carriage was drawn by a pure black horse whose mane was tied in a braid around its neck.The carriage was boxy, with gray curtains on the small windows on both sides.

"You haven't been to the neighboring city yet, have you?" Nibel looked at the top of Basile's head, and Basile was straightening his tie with his head down.

"No, sir."

"Then how about you come with me today?"

Basile raised his head sharply, his eyes sparkling.Nibel was thinking he was going to say yes, only to hear his refusal.

"I'm not going, sir. I'm going to weed the garden today, and I'm going to help."

"There is a gardener to do that job, and you are not missing." Nibel sneered, and reached out to grab Basile's collar: "Come with me, huh?"

Feeling the tightening of the collar, Basile seemed to tremble: "Okay, sir."

The carriage was covered with cushions and carpets, and a small table was placed, and the servants had placed the incense in advance.Nibel took out a pair of slippers from under the seat to change into, got in and sat down.The upholstery in the carriage was made of mink, and it was troublesome to clean, and he didn't want to get it dirty.Basile had no slippers, so he had to go straight into the carriage.Nibel stopped him.

He wanted to ask Basile to go back and get a new pair, but he found it interesting to see Basile's bewildered look, so he told him to take off his shoes and come in barefoot.Basile, not daring to put his feet on the floor mats, jumped into the carriage, dangling his feet in the air, clutching his shoes in his arms.

In fact, there is a shelf for shoes in the car, just under the seat. Seeing Basile holding his shoes tightly and not daring to move, Nibel laughed, and didn’t remind him any more, leaving Basile alone to sit blankly. His face and ears were as red as his hair.