witch mary bennet

The Safeway Hotel turned out to be one of the Knights' many properties, so Bader took Mary directly to his own office.

"Mary, rest for a while," he threw the cloak on the sofa casually, "ask for some snacks, and read a few more letters by the way."

Soon the maid came in and put down coffee, hot chocolate and various snacks. Mary saw that there were two sandwiches among them, so she handed them to Baldr, and became curious again, "Is that maid just now a Muggle?"

He laughed, "Mary, I'm not rich enough to hire a witch as a maid. The manager of this hotel is a Squib. He is a descendant of a distant relative from his grandmother's family. His father invested in him to open this hotel. The employees and customers are very happy." It's a Muggle."

Mary thought for a while, "Doing Muggle business should make more money than doing business among wizards?"

Badr nodded, "My great-grandmother was a witch from a Muggle family. Under her teachings, my grandfather discovered this very early on. Thanks to them, I can now enjoy such a large share family business."

He was reading the letter while eating a sandwich, and when he had finished reading the letter, he rang the bell to call for some workers to give instructions. At this time, a servant came back to report that the carriage was ready.

It was a rather luxurious carriage, with a coachman and a servant in livery sitting on the shaft, and there were two standing behind the carriage. Mary got into the carriage, and then carefully asked Bader if she was too busy.

"Instead of us using magic, it's better to let the servants have a hard time," Baldur said, tucking his wand into the sleeve of his shirt, and asked, "Mary, do you wear the kind of gloves that can hold the wand?" ?”

Mary carried a pair with her, and she also put away her wand, only to hear Badr say again, "I hope my sister doesn't encounter a rogue, no matter what, I'll leave that guy to me, as for your sister, I don't dare touch her."

"Lydia was spoiled by my mother," sighed Mary, "but she should learn a lesson this time."

They arrived at the place very quickly. Through the car window, Mary saw a series of poor-quality buildings on the side of the narrow street. Several middle-aged men with fierce faces were gathering at a small shop on the corner Drink in front of the door.

According to Badr's order, a servant has already gone upstairs to inquire.After a while, he brought back the good news, and then Badr asked Mary to follow him and go in with the servant.

They walked through dark and smelly passages, so dark and oppressive that Mary even wanted to use her wand to shine a little light, and then the servant knocked on a door.

The man who came to open the door was really handsome, which was in line with our consistent description of Wickham. The servant with Badr was a ruthless character, and he had been instructed by his master in advance. When he pushed the door violently, the person who opened the door also pushed With a stagger, he took the opportunity to enter the room.

"Sir, you know what you have done," the servant shouted, "so you had better be honest, my master has no intention of killing you just yet."

Wickham showed a terrified look. He seemed to want to run away, but was restrained by the servant and pushed against the wall. Then, Mary saw her sister, and Lydia rushed out of the apartment screaming. , Seeing this battle, she was also petrified.

But she saw Mary immediately, "Mary," she called out, looking very dissatisfied, "what are you doing? You brought these people?"

Mary looked at her younger sister, she was disheveled, she was not at all like a 16-year-old girl who was always pampered, but more like a vulgar poor housewife, thinking that the family was so anxious about her, but she spoiled herself like this, she really She wanted to scold her severely, but before that, she had to confirm some things.

She stared at Lydia. "This guy is that Wickham?"

"Yes," Lydia smiled unnaturally, "There must be some misunderstanding, Mary, you haven't met George yet."

"I would rather the whole family had never seen this," Mary said coldly, and she turned to Bader, "Mr. Knight, I want to talk to my sister first, and help watch this gentleman in order to avoid unnecessary disturbance. "

"Excellent," Bader agreed with ease and joy.

Lydia wanted to say something, but Mary stopped her, "Lydia, go inside!"

Lydia stood still, and the two sisters were in a stalemate for a few seconds. Mary waved her hands in disgust, "Lydia, pack your things and come home with me!"

"No," she screamed, "I'm going to marry George!"

"Lydia, you'd better be good," Mary felt that her patience was being exhausted quickly, and she approached Lydia step by step, "If you keep shouting like this, I'll kill this guy in front of you!" Man, you know I can do it, and my friends can do it for me."

Lydia backed away step by step, and suddenly, with a cry of grief, she turned and rushed into the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Mary felt a dull pain in her temples, she turned to look at Badr, who was also looking at her with concern.

"Mary, why don't we just take your sister away," he suggested in a low voice, "The people I brought are enough to restrain this bastard, and I can put him on the ship to America tonight."

"Let me go and have a look first," Mary sighed, and she was about to take a step when she heard another commotion from the corridor.

"What's the matter?" It was the voice of a middle-aged woman, and she shouted, "Wickham, what's the matter?"

Wickham, who was pressed against the wall, struggled suddenly. As soon as he made a sound, his mouth was covered, and then, the servant who was holding him down gave him two more slaps.

The voices of the servants guarding the outside also sounded, "The people inside have offended the big thing, and those who have nothing to do with it had better go away immediately!"

Hearing "big shot", Mary smiled at Bader, who seemed embarrassed and touched the back of his head.

At this time, a new voice came from outside, "I am Darcy of Derbyshire, this Mr. Wickham's father has an old relationship with my family. About his affairs, perhaps some gentleman would like to talk to me. "

Mary was very surprised. If this Mr. Darcy really came to Wickham as he said, then he also knew about the elopement. Who could leak the news? Once he knew, her brother-in-law Bing Mr. Gray must know too.

She looked at Badr again, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you know him?"

"I met him once," Mary added, recalling Rosings's visit carefully, "he and my sister seem to be familiar."

Badr nodded, he turned around and asked, "Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy?"

The outside agreed. "Please come in," Baldr said slowly, "I am Baldr Knight."

Obviously, these two gentlemen have heard of each other's names. After Darcy appeared at the door, he spoke politely, "I didn't expect to meet you here. It's a pleasure to meet you here."

Then he was stunned because he saw Mary and hesitated for a moment before he bowed, "Miss Mary."

Mary curtseyed, and then Bader said with a smile, "Mr. Darcy, as you can see, I will accompany Miss Mary to deal with some troubles."

"I'm supposed to be for the same purpose," Darcy replied, looking at the restrained Wickham unobtrusively.

"Mr. Darcy?" Mary asked bluntly. "Excuse me, where did you know this?"

"Miss Mary, don't worry," said Darcy, looking a little embarrassed. "My sister, Miss Elizabeth, is visiting at Pemberley. I happened to be there when she received Miss Bennet's letter. She told me what happened. , because I have already told her about Mr Wickham's relationship with me."

Mary was a little surprised. When she didn't forget that in Kent, Mrs. Collins often said that Darcy was in love with Elizabeth. Now it seems that their relationship seems to be so close that they can talk about everything, which is really unexpected.

While she was in a daze, Badr had already pulled out the chair, "Mary, it's not good for us to let Mr. Darcy stand like this, why don't we just sit down and talk."

Mary sat down, Baldr's chair next to her, and Darcy a little further off.Since this gentleman might become her second brother-in-law, Mary felt that she should be more polite. "Mr. Darcy," she smiled, "are you familiar with this Mr. Wickham?"

Darcy immediately replied, "Mr. Wickham's father is my father's accountant. My father once planned to arrange a job for him, but he himself gave up. I am one of the few people who know Mr. Wickham's bad deeds." One of the people, I'm really sorry for not exposing him sooner, so that he would harm Lingmei."

The restrained Wickham struggled again at this moment, Badr glanced at him and suggested, "Mr. Darcy, I don't think you would mind tying Mr. Wickham up?"

Darcy hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently.

The servant immediately made a move, and at this moment, the door of the apartment was opened from the inside again, and Lydia jumped out all of a sudden, shouting, "Let him go!"

Darcy was quite surprised, but Mary was helpless. She stood up and looked at her sister, "Lydia, you have to understand that whether this gentleman can walk out of this room today depends entirely on the wishes of the few of us. Your yelling doesn't matter."

"Mary is right!" Badr laughed immediately, "Why don't you persuade your sister, I'll discuss with Mr. Darcy how to deal with this Mr. Wickham." He looked at Darcy, " What do you think, Mr Darcy?"

Darcy glanced at Mary, and Mary smiled and said, "I just hope to take my sister home. As for Mr. Wickham, I originally planned to ask Mr. Knight for help."

So the two gentlemen chatted politely. As for Lydia, Mary didn't need to be polite. She pushed and dragged her into the suite.

As soon as the door closed, Lydia cried out to her, "I'm going to marry Wickham!" and she even shed a few tears.

"It's useless, Lydia," Mary said slowly, "I'm not a mother, I'm just here to take her home and give it to my father to discipline me!"

The author has something to say: Lydia is going to go crazy in the next chapter... Oh ha ha ha!

In fact, when I was writing this chapter, I always had the urge to ask Mary to give Lydia a mouth, but...obviously, a lady would not do this, so let's rely on magic.

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