[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

The door of the carriage engraved with the coat of arms of the North family was opened by the driver, and a man in formal attire stepped out of the carriage.

He stood by the car door, lowered his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to Joe. This was the gesture of a gentleman inviting a lady to get on the car. Moreover, his attitude was very respectful, so that people around did not dare to speculate about the relationship between the two.

The man of this elegant gentleman is none other than Mr. Friedrich North.

Joe was not surprised by his presence.

She put her hand in Friedrich's.

He held hers tightly with his hand, pressed the door with the other hand, and helped her into the carriage.

Joe's spiritual power spread out, and he could hear the whispers of many people who saw this scene.

"Who's that? Miss Wickham? When did she get involved with the Norths?"

"Looking good is taking advantage."

"Shh, keep your voice down, I don't think it's that simple. Didn't you see that Mr. Friedrich North is very respectful to her? Mr. Friedrich North is the playmate of our Majesty the King, and is deeply loved by her." His Majesty the King trusts."

"Miss Wickham has had a stroke of luck."

"Perhaps she really has something. Do you remember that before Miss Wickham guided Dorian Gray, who was obsessed by the devil, to do good? Recently, I also heard that Miss Wickham had an exorcism Demons and healing powers."

"No wonder Friedrich North treats her so respectfully. It turns out that she was asked to exorcise demons and cure diseases."

"Hey, don't you know something else?"

"It's the younger brother of Mr. Friedrich North. When Mr. Friedrich North and Mr. Dorian Gray dueled, his younger brother was also present. What does it matter?"

"It turns out that Miss Wickham's skills are real!"

"No wonder……"

The wheels of the carriage turned, rolled over the ground, stirred up countless dust, and choked and coughed the people who kept talking behind.

……

In the carriage, Friedrich North turned sideways, treating Joe cautiously and respectfully.

"Miss Joe Wickham, I'm sorry to disturb your study life. I came to you with such a big fanfare, which may make it difficult for you to maintain a quiet study life in the future."

The system said for Qiao: 【It doesn't matter, I am very happy, and, rather, it couldn't be better. 】

Joe smiled indulgently, "Mr. Friedrich North, I will help anyone who reaches out to me and asks for my help."

She looked at him seriously. "Before we talk about the man who is going to ask me for help, please ask Friedrich North to take care of himself first."

Friedrich froze.

"I'm fine," he whispered.

Joe shook his head disapprovingly.

Friedrich couldn't help touching his eyes.

Indeed, he has been worrying about his younger brother these days, and he can't sleep well, and there are dark marks under his eyes. He said that he has nothing to do, not to mention that Joe doesn't believe it, even he himself won't believe it.

He smiled wryly.

Joe: "If you don't mind, you can take a break for a while. I pray for you, and I will protect you so that troubles and sorrows will no longer haunt you. The Seminary is still some distance away from North's house."

Friedrich North wanted to refuse, but he was so dazed that he subconsciously fell on her lap.

Joe covered his eyes with his hand and whispered, "I wish you a sweet dream."

The next moment, he fell into a coma.

Although he was sleeping, he clearly felt that this time was different from before. His head was empty, and he didn't think about anything. Naturally, he didn't have any dreams, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

……

"Mr. North?"

When Friedrich North regained consciousness, he felt his face being gently brushed.

He subconsciously opened his eyes, his vision was hazy for a while, and before he could turn his head around, he was hit head-on by a beautiful face.

He suddenly woke up.

"Miss Wickham!" He gasped, and sat up at once.

He restrained himself and sat upright, trying to look nonchalant and mature, but his ears were bleeding red.

Joe smiled, and changed the subject thoughtfully, "How is the situation of Mr. Christian North?"

Friedrich regained his seriousness and seriousness, "It's not good."

Joe nodded, "I am willing to help as much as I can."

Friedrich heaved a sigh of relief, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, Miss Wickham, I don't know who else I can ask other than you."

His eyes were trusting and warm, "To thank you for your help, no matter whether the exorcism is successful or not, I will introduce you to an important person."

"I believe this character will play a vital role in your future."

At the same time, George was still in the temporary office of Baron North, no, it should be said that he was standing in the waiting room outside the temporary office, while Baron North was in the office next door, and it was said that he was dealing with urgent documents. I didn't have time to see him, so I asked him to wait outside, and this waited for Joe's journey.

George checked the situation in the office with mental power.

At this time, Baron North was sitting by the window, sipping red wine slowly. He was dealing with some urgent documents. He was clearly trying to fool George and deliberately torment him.

George saw the timing of his drinking, and poked his neck violently with mental force.

Baron North felt a sudden pain, opened his mouth wide subconsciously, and accidentally drank a big gulp of wine, which choked his nose and wet his clothes and pants.

He clutched his neck and coughed desperately, looking like he was about to suffocate.

It took him a long time to recover before he recovered.

He looked at the clothes on his body, and immediately ordered someone to bring his clean clothes over.

However, this is embarrassing enough, whose commander will choke everywhere after drinking, is it dementia?

When the adjutant went in with his new clothes, George, still crossing his arms, peered in.

When the adjutant came out, George asked as if chatting, "Is Baron North getting older?"

The adjutant treated George very well, and even sympathized with him.

The adjutant said kindly: "It's a bit big, after all, the baron's eldest son, Mr. North, is already preparing to attack the seat of the parliamentarian."

George touched his chin, "Ah, that's no wonder."

The adjutant looked puzzled.

George came to his side, covered his mouth, but said in a low voice: "I heard that older people are prone to a certain kind of disease. They can't use their hands and feet. They either walk or wrestle, or they drink. Choking, even like a newborn child who can’t take care of himself, eats all over himself when eating, and urinates all over his pants when going to the toilet.”

The adjutant was startled, "Hush, keep your voice down!"

At this moment, a violent voice came from inside the room: "Shut up! You have no military discipline at all. Go out and run ten laps for me."

George looked at the adjutant, "Hey, what about you, why did you offend the Baron?"

The adjutant was dumbfounded by his question, "Huh? I... Is it me?"

George: "Nonsense, I didn't even go in to see him, of course he was talking about you."

Adjutant: "Okay..."

Before the adjutant left, the figure of Baron North suddenly appeared at the door.

Baron North glared at George, "I'm talking about you, George Wickham! You're disrespectful to the officer and disregarding military discipline. Go out and run ten laps!"

George: "Ah, it's me, yes, yes, sir!"

Seeing that he hadn't moved yet, Baron North walked out with a sullen face, but he didn't know what was going on with this step. He clearly felt that he had already crossed the threshold, but his toes still seemed to touch some invisible barrier. Suddenly, his knees hurt and went limp, and he fell out, throwing himself on the ground, knocking his head on the ground, and fell in front of the two of them.

The adjutant was taken aback, showing a thoughtful expression, apparently suspecting that His Excellency the Baron was really suffering from the illness George said.

He stepped forward to help Baron North, "Are you all right? Are you all right?"

Your Excellency the baron said irritably: "No, shut up!"

At such an advanced age, he fell so hard that there was almost no place in his body that did not hurt.

He looked back and saw that there was nothing else on the threshold, so what did he bump into just now?

George: "Your Excellency, Baron, you really need to take good care of your body. I have seen many elderly people with the same symptoms as you. This disease needs to be treated as soon as possible, otherwise it will look like a newborn child. I can’t remember anything, I’m crawling all over the ground, and I’m still drooling.”

His Excellency the Baron blushed with anger, "George Wickham!"

George quickly said: "Here, Your Excellency the Baron, I'm going to run now, let's go."

As he said that, he rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, slipped away, and took away the emotional energy of His Excellency the Baron's shame and anger.

After the baron returned, he poured himself another glass of wine, wanting to take another sip to calm his anger.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he picked up the glass of wine, his wrist softened inexplicably, and he couldn't even hold the glass, and the glass fell directly onto his clothes and pants.

Baron: Gan!He has to change again.

Changing clothes was a trivial matter, and the adjutant looked at him almost hesitantly, as if he had some serious illness.

The baron also became a little suspicious.

Could it be that he is really sick?

After changing his clothes, he got up worriedly to pee, what happened in the toilet needless to say, when he came out, his inner and outer pants and shoes were all wet, and they still had an unpleasant smell.

The baron again brought the aide-de-camp, and told him to bring the clothes.

The adjutant took a deep breath and said, "Your Excellency, if you need to see a doctor, I will find the most suitable doctor for you."

The baron covered his forehead and gritted his teeth: "Stop talking."

The adjutant helped the baron change his clothes again, and when he went out with the dirty clothes, the baron stopped him.

"Well, wait a minute."

"Yes!" The adjutant turned around immediately with bright eyes, with a seriousness in his eyes that "Your Excellency the Baron finally listened to the persuasion".

The baron couldn't hold back his face, so he pretended to be casual and said, "Do you know any reliable famous doctors?"

The adjutant put his legs together and his posture was straight, "Your Excellency the Baron, as far as I know, the most famous doctor right now is not actually a doctor."

The baron slapped the table angrily, "It's not a doctor, what are you telling me?"

Adjutant: "Although she is not a doctor, she is better than a doctor because she can solve diseases that doctors can't."

Baron: "Who is it? There are other people like this?"

The adjutant said earnestly and admiringly: "That is to respect the noble Miss Jo Wickham."

The Baron was completely devastated.

He turned his head slowly and looked out the window at George, who was jogging along the road.

"This surname is somewhat familiar..."

"Yes, she is George Wickham's sister."

The baron's heart suddenly went cold.