The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

Siles stepped into 18 Howesville Street at twelve o'clock.And not long after, Eric Collens showed up.

Siles greeted him somewhat unexpectedly, because usually, his friends came to Room 52 one after another around one o'clock.Siles usually comes earlier because he is used to having lunch on the third floor.

"Good afternoon, Eric."

"Good afternoon, Professor." Eric walked to Sirius' side and said, "However, there is a reason why I came so early today."

He took a letter from his pocket and handed it to Siles.

Siles was startled, and then a possibility emerged in his mind.He took the letter and saw a familiar name appeared on the slightly rough envelope.

—Louisa Lampson.

On the "First Snow Light" train, after solving the mystery of Mr. Lampson's death, Siles once left a correspondence address for Mrs. Louisa Lampson, that is, 13 Milford Street.

When Siles had just returned to Ramifa City, he had already asked Eric if someone had left him a letter there, but there was no one there.Nearly a week had passed, but today he received a letter from Louisa.

In this regard, Siles had a rather ominous premonition.If nothing happened, it would be unlikely that Louisa would write to him, after all, there had been no news from there for such a long time.

He asked Eric to wait a moment, then opened the envelope and looked at the letters inside.There is only a thin piece of letter paper inside, the notes on the paper are scribbled and smeared with ink, perhaps by tears, perhaps by rain and snow.

He scanned it quickly, then slowly frowned.

... Louisa's child died.

According to the letter, Louisa returned to Ramifa City at the end of October, about a week earlier than Siles.In the past two weeks, as the weather has gradually turned cold, the child's mental state has suddenly taken a sharp turn.

Not so long ago, on the night of the first snow in La Mifa, Luisa was caught off guard when the young boy bolted from the house.His body was found on the banks of the Kanla River yesterday afternoon, completely frozen.

It's hard to say exactly why he died, and it was not clearly stated in Louisa's letter.She wrote to Siles with great grief and despair, not to ask for help, but to share her grief when she was most helpless and confused.

She invited Siles to her child's funeral.Tomorrow at [-] o'clock in the morning, in a small church of the Church of the Past in the west city.

Siles read the entire letter and couldn't help but sigh.

Eric asked from the side: "What happened?"

"Remember what I told you about the couple on the 'Light of the First Snow' train?" Sirius asked.

Eric nodded.

He does know.They all know about Nona, so when Siles shared his experience in Neverland, he also mentioned the story of the Lampsons.

Westside's underground gangs are still collecting ancient time-tracks.

Siles said, "Their child...is dead."

Eric took a light breath and couldn't help but say: "So young..."

"Yeah. So young, but he can't survive this winter." Siles said, looking at the winter scenery outside the window, "It's a pity."

Both were silent for a moment.

After the initial feeling of regret faded, Sirius gradually felt a little doubt.

What had happened to that child during the past few weeks?Why did his mental state suddenly deteriorate?Why did he run out of the house insanely and end up dying on the banks of the Kanla River?

Was his death a mental illness in the physical sense, or was it related to some extraordinary factors?Was he exposed to runaway timelines?

These are all problems.And these questions, I am afraid that he can only ask his mother until he goes to his funeral tomorrow.If Luisa's mental state is not good, then Siles may not bear to ask carefully.

Luisa has lost her husband and child in the past few weeks.

In just a few days, Siles will attend a second funeral.It really was a cold winter.

Because of Louisa's letter, when the rest of the people arrived one after another, the atmosphere in the room was still rather gloomy.

Mrs. Fuller was acutely aware of this, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Silas then told what had happened.

The rest showed sighs.

Young Darrell Hobbs said blankly, "Is that kid... about my age?"

"Perhaps younger than you," Sirius whispered.

Darrell couldn't help sighing and said, "It's pathetic."

Angela also sighed, and she said: "I've heard about many elders being seriously ill. Even nobles are like this, let alone commoners. People don't have a good time."

Mrs. Fuller also nodded, and said: "I have attended two funerals in the past week, an aristocrat and a businessman."

Siles was slightly taken aback.He thought that Mrs. Fuller also attended Professor Calverley's funeral, but after Mrs. Fuller mentioned the two funerals carefully, Siles realized that they were two other people.

Angela couldn't help being a little speechless, she said: "This is a bit exaggerated. But...it doesn't seem to be..."

She seemed to suddenly realize what she was talking about, so she showed a very subtle expression.

Mrs. Fuller glanced at her.

Darrell opened his eyes wide and urged, "Stop being dumb!"

So Angela smiled a little guilty.

Mrs. Fuller smiled peacefully, and then said: "This involves some power struggles at the top of the Principality of Constance."

These words made them all feel a little surprised.

Mrs. Fuller went on to say: "The current Grand Duke came to the throne 14 years ago. At that time, many nobles actually supported the Grand Duke's elder brother more. But in the end, the heir to the Duke was nowhere to be found."

Sirius listened quietly.He once heard Carol mention the position of the Duke of Const.It is said that Dawn Revelation will support the current Grand Duke behind the scenes, so he can successfully succeed to the throne.

But in any case, the power struggle is never settled at that moment.In fact, before and after that, the strife never stopped.

"Fourteen years have passed." Mrs. Fuller said, "The Grand Duke has secured his position, and the nobles who opposed him...are also at the age of death. This is a cold winter, and it is worth taking advantage of." Winter."

Darrell blinked and let out a "wow" involuntarily.

Eric said with a little concern: "Does this mean...the atmosphere in Ramifa City may not be very peaceful recently?"

The focus of the elderly and the young are really different.

"It's possible." Mrs. Fuller said, "The only problem is that we don't know how far those old nobles will counterattack. Or...whether they will use the power of the Revelator."

They were all silent for a moment.

Angela added in a low voice: "In addition... do you still remember that the development plan of the withered wasteland will have a supporting development plan in the city of Lamifa. There are some rumors that the Grand Duke wants to take this opportunity to completely take back the power to the in their own hands."

Siles was lost in thought.He thought of the underground gangs in West City.

Darrell looked around and saw that the adults were lost in thought, and couldn't help but say, "It's a complicated and dirty adult world."

Angela made a face at him, and said, "Sooner or later, this will happen to you."

Darrell shrugged and said in an unexpected manner, "I'm the third hallway revelator. I'll just be a thug."

Several adults focused their gazes on him.

Darrell made an uh, then said, "Is that weird?"

"It's just not like you said it." Angela said strangely, "Are you really Darrell? Aren't you supposed to be a cranky, ignorant brat?"

"Who's a brat!" Darrell said angrily. "Don't insult me!"

"Then why did you suddenly have such an idea?" Eric asked.

Darrell was silent for a moment, and then he squeezed out a sentence: "Winter is here."

"Yes." They all nodded.

Darrell was silent for another moment before saying, "A lot of people died." He added, "It wasn't just because of...the Revelator. It was just...just dying."

He sighed slowly, and then said: "Marshall Middle School...is the middle school where I was. Teacher Eugene passed away."

Angela let out an exclamation, and she said in astonishment and sadness: "How could that be! I don't know anything about it."

Darrell shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, and he said: "I also heard about it at the beginning of the semester. Because of the rain, Mr. Eugene accidentally fell... so many people died in our different places. know where."

"...and you feel that you are so small in the face of life and death." Mrs. Fuller said in a low voice.

Darrell moved his lips, and finally said candidly, "Yeah. Mrs. Fuller. What a terrible death. There was nothing we could do to fight it. I kind of don't want to... face it. Sorry."

The young boy apologized suddenly.But they all understood what he meant.

They were all silent for a moment.

In the end, Angela saw that the atmosphere was not very good, so she said, "Then let me tell you some good news."

"What good news?" Eric asked.

Angela blinked, and then her tone became brisk: "Do you remember that calendula cup?"

They all froze for a moment, then nodded.

After the death of Brewer Darrow, detectives went to investigate the Darrow family.A nearby neighbor's servant found a cup carved with marigolds and a long wig in a trash can.

"Before winter break, I asked Millie—that's Millicent Austin, a friend of mine, she likes to study these plants. Anyway, I asked her to look up concepts related to calendula."

This made them all interested.

Siles asked: "So, Miss Austin has found useful information?"

"Yes." Angela nodded, "Actually, we only found some very common concepts at the beginning, and we all thought that they were of little value. For example, calendula is believed to produce prophetic dreams...It sounds very whimsical.

"But we later found a very interesting statement in an ancient book. Have you all seen marigolds?"

They all nodded.It was a plant in the Compositae family, and the petals were usually a very bright orange.

Angela continued: "Perhaps because of the bright color of marigold, some people call this plant the 'Bride of the Sun', and think that color is the proof of the sun's love."

... "Bride of the Sun"?

Siles couldn't help but startled.

Angela continued: "The reason why we think this information is valuable is because... Brewer's death is directly related to his fiancée, and this nickname indicates that marigolds seem to be related to stars."

Having said that, she stopped.

Siles said slowly: "The god of stars and light, Luthmi."

He thought that what Brewer had mentioned before, the records in his family-the chaotic lines in the sky, the things hidden in the dark clouds-these were enough to remind people of Ruthmi.As for calendula, it seems to prove this point from another angle.

"I think so too." Angela whispered.

Bride of the sun.Calendula cup.

Siles felt as if he had thought of something, but it was difficult for him to say why amidst the confusion of his thoughts.He kept these two key points in his mind for the time being, and planned to find inspiration later.

At this time, Eric also said: "The Second Corridor intends to unseal the relevant files of the Darrow family. This decision has already been made. After a while, I can apply to borrow relevant materials."

"Great!" Angela couldn't help but said, "At that time, we can investigate this matter according to our ideas. The attitude of the second corridor towards this incident is really a bit loose."

"That's right." Darrell couldn't help but add, "The clues that the detectives can obviously find, whether it's the police station or the second corridor, they haven't been able to find them."

In this regard, adults have maintained a peaceful sense.

But Siles thought in his heart, is it really because the latter two are too negligent?

He couldn't help but think of the detective, Jon Mansfield.Jon has a psychological skill as high as 86, and he also has the keenness of a detective. He must be able to discover things that ordinary people cannot discover.

Of course, Siles didn't communicate with the detective about the Darrow family, and he didn't know whether detective Jon had investigated the case.

Regardless of this matter, he felt that he could contact the detective who got the calendula cup through Jon or Maynard, so as to study the cup closely.

Siles wanted to wear [Akamala's Spectacle Frame] to see the reality of this calendula cup.

The topic of this afternoon is really heavy, with references to death, power struggles and plots by followers of the old gods.Even though they had made some new discoveries, they still couldn't maintain a happy mood.

Siles said: "After a while, when the weather gets better, I plan to take the students to visit the surrounding area. Do you have any recommendations?"

Knowing this, Angela added enthusiastically: "Anything is fine. Museums, art galleries, exhibitions... It's better to be novel."

They knew that Siles was Angela's professor, so they were not surprised by Angela's behavior of supplementing information.

Mrs. Fuller thought for a while, and then said: "After a while, it seems that there was an art exhibition from a foreign country in the exhibition hall of the La Mifa Museum. If I remember correctly, it should be open to the public for free, but there are only a few people. limit.

"Professor, if you want to bring your students, I can book half a day in advance for you."

Siles was somewhat surprised to learn this, and he thanked Mrs. Fuller sincerely, and then said: "You can choose a Friday afternoon in December, and see when it is convenient."

"No problem," Mrs. Fuller replied easily.

"I'm already looking forward to it!" Angela said, "Do you know which country that exhibition is from?"

Mrs. Fuller recalled it carefully, and then said: "It seems to be from a country further away from Kansas ... a country by the sea, I remember.

"The reason why I know about this is because my husband's business has something to do with the collector market, so I heard that some collectors are eagerly looking forward to this exhibition."

Siles thought, Middleton?

He once heard Emmanuel introduce this country, which is martial and coastal, and it is said that the people are all followers of Amois, the god of warriors and pirates.

Originally, the Principality of Const would not have any intersection with such a country. It can be seen from the fact that even the businessman Lanmir has never done business with this country.

However, with the progress of the Blight Wasteland development plan, the communication between the country and the country has become more and more frequent, and it has to be so.

The first is cultural exchange.

Thinking of this, Siles couldn't help becoming interested in the exhibition in December.

They chatted about social and cultural topics, and also mentioned some funeral etiquette.With a less heavy heart, Mrs. Fuller told them many interesting things.

For example, the residents of the Principality of Const used to be buried in the ground, but with the shortage of land, cremation has gradually become a more customary practice for civilians.

"But nobles will still be buried," Mrs. Fuller said.

Darrell said with some disapproval, "At the end of the day, they're just piles of dirt in the coffin."

This made them all want to laugh.

Soon, this time the party will be over.Before leaving, Eric said that he would try to bring over the information on the unblocking of the Darrow family next week.

They all look forward to it.

After saying goodbye to his friends, Siles put on his gloves and scarf and returned to the Historical Society.He was always the first to arrive at 18 Housewell Street, and the last to arrive at Dawn Revelations.

But the other three are not surprised by this.

When the croupier appeared, the knight, the newsboy, and the lady were discussing matters in the Never Embers.

Last week, when the croupiers said he had been to the Never Embers for the past two weeks, they were curious about his experience.But this time, the topic they discussed surprised the croupier a bit.

"The map needs to be changed." The newsboy said in a somewhat complicated and deep tone, "The secret of the Corona Canyon, the destruction of the House of Hales...the non-existent city, ha, is actually a hoax."

The dealer greeted them and sat down.He thought to himself, it seems that what the followers of Huddoka have done is already well known.

But the newsboy's attitude surprised him a bit.

"Need to change the map".Is the newsboy working on something related to the map of the Never Embers?

He didn't think much about it.

The lady quickly said: "It's unbelievable." She nodded towards the croupier, "Mr. croupier, when you mentioned this last week, I thought you were exaggerating. But... The land seems to be like this, no matter how exaggerated it is.”

"Even so," said the newsboy a little unconvinced, "a mapmaker would do such a thing to confess his love to his wife... It's really unbelievable! His mistakes were taken advantage of by those who wanted to, causing even more terrible things. disaster.

"Don't you think that's very abominable?"

The lady asked with a keen attitude: "Who are you talking about being hateful? Bonet, or those behind the scenes?"

The newsboy was suddenly at a loss for words.After a while, she said discouragedly: "Forget it...it's nothing." She showed a little laziness, "It's better to say, lady, your expedition team made another trip for nothing."

The lady snorted and said, "Investments always fail."

When she mentioned investment, the croupier hesitated for a moment and asked, "My lady, I think you should have more experience in business?"

"Of course, what?" said the lady. "You want to do business?"

"No, I just intend to open a relatively simple store." The croupier said, "Do you think selling educational toys for children would be a good idea?"

The lady was stunned for a moment, and then said rather puzzlingly: "What is a children's educational toy? No, what does 'education' mean?"

Well, it seems that there is no point of view of "letting children win at the starting line" in this world.The croupier thought.

Instead, he said, "You can think of it as a kind of toy for children."

The lady touched her chin and said uncertainly: "Maybe there are some prospects... After all, no one has developed anything in this field before. Toys, this is a surprising industry."

The croupier was a little surprised and said, "Won't parents buy toys for their children?"

The knight smiled at the side, and said gently: "Noble families don't need to buy outside, and commoner families can't afford to buy outside."

The newsboy nodded and echoed, "That's true. If you really want to open this kind of store, you have to control the price well."

The croupier thanked them thoughtfully.

He suddenly realized a very interesting question: if he uses the deep-sea dream to turn the fictional things in the dream into reality and make them appear in reality—such as countless Rubik's cubes.

... Then his business is not a huge profit?

He falters for a moment, and then realizes with shame, how bad it is.Maybe this is the first time someone wants to use the power of the old gods for profit?Followers of Menawaka do not count.

The topic of opening a store came to an end, but they also talked about life in Lamifa City.

The lady naturally mentioned Duke Const's development plan for the city of Ramifa.

"It is said that the Grand Duke wants to improve the living environment of the residents." The lady said, "This is news from the chamber of commerce. And some projects may be openly recruited, such as the construction of transportation or other infrastructure."

The newsboy nodded and said, "That's a good idea, it can make the effect of the project more perfect."

The lady couldn't help but sneered: "What are you thinking about? Little newsboy, this is just for the Grand Duke to gather his own power. Those old nobles, they will be kicked out of the circle of interests, and the new circle of interests is like this was born in the development plan."

The newsboy blinked his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he was a little at a loss.

After a while, she seemed to have finally thought of what she was going to say: "Your new husband, isn't he a nobleman?"

"Uh..." The lady looked at the ceiling, and then whispered, "This is a problem I didn't expect. However, it is said that he has a very good relationship with the Grand Duke. At least that's what I heard."

The croupier thought, indeed.Angela has revealed to them some of the Grand Duke's thoughts several times.That must be known to those who are very close.

They lamented about the power struggles of the big men.

Afterwards, the knight suddenly and acutely realized: "If this is the case, will the Historical Society and the Dawn Revelation Society be drawn into such a power vortex?"

They couldn't help but looked at each other.

14 years ago, the current Grand Duke successfully succeeded to the position of Grand Duke with the support of the Dawn Revelation Society.Although after that, Mr. Xia disappeared and the atmosphere of the Historical Society became more and more conservative, but anyway, it did have something to do with them.

The lady touched her chin with great interest, and then laughed: "According to what you said, I really want to know the reaction of those guys."

She was referring, of course, to the hidden members of the Order of the Dawn Revelation.

Speaking of the Dawn Revelation Society, the croupier couldn't help thinking of a problem that had troubled him for a long time-before the Grayson incident broke out, he had written to the Liaison Office of the Dawn Revelation Society for help.

However, the Dawn Revelation Society did not seem to send anyone to help.

At that time, he thought that Qinduo would be sent by Dawn Apocalypse, but in fact Qinduo was only chasing clues in the land of no embers, so he came to Lamifa City.So, will Dawn Apocalypse remain indifferent to what happened at the palace dinner?

After thinking about it, the croupier brought up the matter.

"It's hard to talk about this kind of thing." The newsboy said in a very sneering tone, "They may not have read your letter, or they may just think that you are making a big fuss and don't bother to pay attention to you."

The croupier couldn't help being startled, then sighed lightly, and said, "It's not impossible."

"Don't talk about those disappointing things." The lady said very neatly, "The members of the Dawn Revelation Society are just mice hiding in the sewer. Don't blame me for describing them that way—they are just Relying on Mr. Xia's strength and prestige to survive.

"Fourteen years have passed. If a few more years pass, when some old men are sure that Mr. Xia really won't show up again, then the current peaceful situation may be broken all of a sudden."

The knight nodded in agreement.

The newsboy sighed, and said, "Reality. It's so complicated. I hope I'm under the bright sunshine now, instead of chatting with you about these boring grown-ups in this windy and snowy day."

"A topic for grown-ups." The lady said, "You should stop joking. There are four people here. You are not the oldest, but also the second oldest."

Newsboy said, "So you admit you're the oldest?"

lady:"……"

She gave the newsboy a nasty look.

Both the knight and the croupier couldn't help laughing.The bickering between newsboys and ladies always makes them feel a little bit of fun.

The chat went on so leisurely.

The newsboy said intentionally or unintentionally: "Although it's just a joke, you have to keep warm and pay attention to your health recently. Mr. Dealer, I hear your voice is a little hoarse. I'm afraid you were sick not long ago?"

"Yes, a minor illness." The croupier whispered.

The newsboy nodded and shook his head again: "This is not a good thing. In such weather and such a time, even if you are sick, you may not be cured."

"What are you implying?" said the lady troubled.

The newsboy said: "It's just that the beds in the Darwin Hospital in the western part of the city are full recently, and people even have to queue up to get into the hospital. Some people even help people queue up to make money..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help shaking her head.

The lady showed a bored expression.She said: "Maybe this time Dagong's urban development plan will also arrange a few more hospitals in the west city?"

"Who knows." The newsboy sneered, "Xicheng is the site of some nobles and big figures, not the site of the Grand Duke. If this high-level struggle allows the Grand Duke to own this place, I will feel better."

When this matter was mentioned, the croupier's heart moved, and he asked, "Is Xicheng the territory of some big shots?"

"That's right." The newsboy said, "Haven't you heard of the underground gangs in West City?"

"I know." The croupier said, subconsciously thinking of the knight beside him.

In the last class of their introductory course, they and Carol, the knight sitting next to the dealer at the moment, went to the West Side to investigate the theft of the museum gatekeeper.

At that time, when they realized that this matter was likely to be related to the underground gang in the West City, Carol said that the underground gang in the West City was supported by a certain big shot in the East City, and that big shot was a revelation.

After that, they even investigated the members of the Presbyterian Church a little bit, and finally Angela locked down two—or three—suspects.

The Chancellor of the Principality, Jonathan Bryant; Houston Constantine, a symbol of military power; and, the lady sitting in the room at this moment, the businesswoman Eugenia Beard.

Leaving aside the lady, the croupier realized that if the underground forces in West City were essentially opposed to the Grand Duke, then Jonathan Bryant, the Principality's Minister of Finance, seemed to be a very suspicious candidate.

The newsboy continued: "You may have heard of the underground passage in the west city. It is a dense underground transportation network. Do you think the Grand Duke can really tolerate this kind of underground network that is not under his control?"

The croupier thought, but that sounds like a perfect fit for what the Chancellor of the Exchequer wants - a bit of shady business, doesn't it?

The lady listened, and suddenly sneered: "Speaking of which, the Grayson incident just gave the Grand Duke an excuse to clean up the West City."

They all froze for a moment.

"Have you forgotten?" said the lady, "Grayson Foods Company started from the west side. And, I heard that the company's factory is also located in the west side.

"The Grayson incident is so big, and there are still many residents who are anorexic and don't want to eat... Do you think the Grand Duke will use this opportunity to use the followers of the old gods as an excuse to take the opportunity to punish certain industries and industries in the West City? Start the underground transaction?"

That being said, it is indeed possible.The dealer couldn't help thinking.

Moreover, he also thought of another thing.

Boleyn Elgar is the Housekeeper of the Palace.The Grayson incident also happened in the back kitchen of the palace castle at the end.Did the Grand Duke really know nothing about Elgar and Clarence's plan?

Dealers don't like the "big shots are blinded and they don't know what's going on behind the scenes" argument.

That's the palace!

Moreover, during the rainy season in July this year, the Grand Duke's family left Lamifa City.That obviously gave Elgar more leeway to use his identity to grow Grayson Foods with impunity.

In the usual rainy season, the Grand Duke's family didn't leave the capital for a long time.

…In the final analysis, the Archduke treated the Grayson incident with a subtle, strange attitude of neither support nor opposition, especially after the Grayson incident ended, he seemed even more indifferent.

A thought appeared in the dealer's brain, and then slowly disappeared.

He thought, he didn't want to speculate.but if……

He was stunned for a moment, and finally took a deep breath.

What if the Grand Duke deliberately allowed Elgar to carry out such a conspiracy, and finally used this as an excuse to attack Xicheng?

It's really cold behind the scenes in another sense.

After the talk at the Dawn Apocalypse, Siles walked out of the Historical Society, and walked slowly along the boulevard towards Finn's house.On a gloomy winter evening, the cold wind rolled up the withered and yellow leaves on the street corner, and Sirius couldn't help but think of the ritual of [Flowing Wind].

He came up with a very strange idea: Ordinary leaves cannot be preserved for such a long time, but if the leaves in winter are made into specimens and preserved until next summer, then the wind that will reappear - will it be a cold wind? ?

Is that the cooling mode of the air conditioner?

He really thought about this idea seriously.

In the end, Siles couldn't help sighing—the people on Earth seemed to be getting more and more integrated into this world, and he even began to consider the feasibility of air conditioning in another world.Don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

He quickly put the matter behind him and went to the Finn's for dinner.

He noticed some needlework lying on the table in the living room and asked.Sure enough, that was what Mrs. Finn had been doing lately.She seemed to enjoy the crafts, including pottery, sewing, metal carving, and more.

She said that she would go to 13 Milford Street in the West End from time to time to study related skills with Mrs. Collens.This hobby was originally taught to her by Mrs. Collens.

Speaking of this, Mrs. Fein also very straightforwardly disliked her husband's sweater knitting skills.

"Stray dogs probably won't be willing to wear them, don't you think so, Bertram?"

Bertram smiled bitterly, and finally said: "As long as you are good enough at your craft, madam."

Siles could not help but smile.He thought that when Mrs. Finn was still bitter and mean, he could often hear these words, with a hint of sarcasm that belonged to middle-aged women.

but……

Siles suddenly moved in his heart, and asked Mrs. Finn: "Speaking of this matter, Mrs. Finn, is it possible to weave a hair rope by myself?"

Mrs. Finn looked at him with some surprise, and then said, "Of course, Sirius. I can provide you with materials here. However, if you start from the beginning, I'm afraid it will take a little time."

Siles nodded and replied seriously: "That's no problem. Just teach me later."

"Certainly," Mrs. Fane replied.

After dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Finn did the housework together in the kitchen.It was Siles and Anthony chatting in the living room again.

Anthony looked at their backs, then curled his lips: "I'm really like a third party in this family."

Siles couldn't help but coughed with a smile.

"You have a cold?" Anthony looked at him. "Because of the five hundred dukes you gave me and my friends, they shouldn't be sick this year. However, you can't get sick instead."

"It's just that I have some colds." Siles said helplessly.

Anthony nodded, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Jimmy asked me to tell you something."

Siles was slightly startled, and couldn't help asking: "What?"

"He asked you if you remember... Bourne the bum? Horne? It's just some 'huh' anyway." Anthony can't quite remember the name," he said, during the last interview with Grayson