[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

The two stepped into the house from the outside, and their vision suddenly dimmed.

Before Mr. Darcy could figure out what happened, the door behind him slammed shut.

Mr. Darcy turned round at once to see Jan Bennet leaning against the door with a perplexed look on his face.

Mr. Darcy said with a bad face: "What are you doing?"

Mr. Jan Bennett smiled bitterly, "Wait a minute, I don't mean any harm, but the current situation of our family cannot be known to outsiders."

Joe looked around, and saw that all the windows in the house were covered with curtains, and the room was dark.

Joe followed the devil's scent step by step towards the stairs.

As soon as she reached the stairwell, she almost stepped on the paper on the ground.

Joe stopped in his tracks.

"What is this?" Mr. Darcy stepped forward to look.

A long roll of white paper spreads down from the stairs. The paper is densely filled with words. These papers are too long and piled up on the stairs in a zigzag until the stairs can’t be piled up. If they slide down again, it’s like an avalanche. In general, all gush out.

"careful!"

Darcy hurriedly grabbed Joe and stepped aside to avoid the slipping paper.

Yang smiled bitterly and said, "This is what happened in my family. Because the situation was so weird and abnormal, my parents were both sick from fright, and now there are only three brothers and we are active in this family."

"Originally, there were five brothers in the family. The third brother went to study, and he just came back recently, but he was almost frightened by this accident. The fourth brother is in the army, and the fifth brother... well, he was spoiled by his parents and has the worst temper. It was arrogance, and he ran out secretly, because we didn't take care of him because of this matter, and later found out that he knew Bishop Wickham."

Mr. Darcy: "So, the source of all these accidents is your second brother?"

Young nodded. "That's him, my brother Elijah Bennett."

System: [Good guy, Elizabeth Bennett's sex change! 】

Joe: "Has anything happened before?"

Yang frowned and said, "I don't know too well. Before, I had been dealing with land and business matters with my father. Elijah liked to write and rarely went out. One day, my mother sent a letter saying that my brother was sick. When I went back, I found that Elijah had become like this..."

Yang looked at the long scroll like snow, "He has been writing, has been writing, without eating or drinking, I don't know where he got such a long paper, and I don't know when he will write go."

Yang looked at Joe and said hopefully, "Bishop Wickham, please help him."

Joe said seriously: "Don't worry, it's my responsibility."

"Is he in the attic now?"

Yang nodded, "You can see it by going up the stairs, but now the stairs have been flooded by these papers."

Joe smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll just climb up."

As she spoke, she dragged her shoes, ready to climb up the slippery paper.

Yang froze for a moment, "Your shoes..."

Joe shook his head, "The words written on the paper are the novels imagined in the mind of Mr. Elijah Bennett, and I don't want to trample on his imagination."

Yang was stunned, looking at Joe with both moving and gentle expression.

"Master Wickham, you..."

His eyes became more gentle, "...you are such a gentle person, thank you, I thank you for my brother."

Joe said helplessly: "You don't need to thank me, this is what I should do. God sent me before you just to let me solve the troubles you are facing."

After that, she carefully climbed up the stairs piled with papers.

"Eh? Mr. Darcy, what are you doing?"

Looking back, Jo saw that Mr. Darcy had also taken off his shoes, and seemed to be going up with Jo.

Darcy: "The higher-ups don't know what's going on. It might be dangerous. I'll go and have a look together."

Joe: "Mr. Darcy..."

Darcy stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up at her, "Miss Qiao, do you still want to persuade me?"

He frowned slightly, hidden under his arrogant appearance was a faint restrained worry.

Joe paused, and said softly: "I can't persuade you, well, Mr. Darcy, be careful."

Darcy smiled slightly, "Okay, Miss Joe."

Yang immediately said: "Then I'll go up together, it's easier to climb up here, my parents and servants are now in the room on the first floor, and mine and my third brother live on the second floor."

At first, the three tried their best not to damage the paper and climbed up. Later, they found that the paper was not ordinary paper, and it seemed that it could not be destroyed.

Neither Mr. Darcy nor Jan Bennett, however, noticed the slight dimming of the paper as Jo passed.

Joe climbed to the top and said with a smile: "Look, what did I say? The devil is always very generous. This time he even piled up a mountain of gold for me. I'm really embarrassed if I don't accept it."

System: [Is this what the devil means? 】

Yang panted and said, "No, no, there were not so many papers when I came down today, why does it feel more and more powerful?"

"Brother? You, you are..."

The three of them looked up immediately when they heard the voice, and saw a man with thick glasses holding a stack of books, looking at them strangely.

He glanced at a few people and frowned slightly, "Brother, they are..."

When his eyes touched Joe, he quickly looked away as if he had been scalded, but even though he looked away, he couldn't help but see Joe's beautiful face in his mind.

The cheeks under the man's glasses couldn't help but flush, "I, I, I, you, you, you, you, he, he, he..."

He swallowed, only to feel that his tongue was going to be difficult to use.

"Well, you guys, I... no, I mean..."

Young introduced thoughtfully: "This lady is the Bishop of Wickham."

"Lord, Lord, Lord... Teach!" The man exclaimed, his glasses slipped down from the bridge of his tall nose, revealing a pair of bulging eyes.

"This gentleman is Mr. Darcy."

Young said to Darcy and Joe again: "He is my third brother Mark Bennett."

The system said faintly: [People are finally complete, this is Mary Bennett's sex change. 】

Joe smiled, "It's really surprising that I am a bishop at my age."

Mark shook his head violently, "No, no, I, I, I..."

Yang Wen said: "Bishop Wickham, my brother is not good at dealing with people."

Joe: "Sorry, did I scare him?"

Mark lowered his head and said in a shy and small voice, "No, I'm just a little excited."

Yang: "Mark, Bishop Wickham and Mr. Darcy are going to the attic to have a look at the situation. I'll accompany them up. You just need to wait below."

Mr. Darcy took a serious look at Yang and felt that he was a qualified, gentle and polite elder brother of the family.

Mark clenched the book in his arms and hesitated, "I, I, I think..."

Yang: "The second floor is not very safe now, you go to the first floor and take care of other people."

Mark raised his head, as if he wanted to express his appeal.

Yangwen said firmly, "Listen to me."

Mark had no choice but to go downstairs dejectedly.

When he passed by Joe, he smelled a scent. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet for a moment, staggered, and slid directly along the collapse of countless papers.

With a bang, he fell to the first floor.

Yang said nervously: “Mark, are you okay?”

After a long time, a hand stretched out from the pile of papers.

Mark climbed out with difficulty, "No, it's okay."

He covered his face and fell on his brother's novel, "Wait a minute, you don't need to pay attention to me, please don't pay attention to me."

Woohoo, he actually lost face in front of the person he fell in love with at first sight.

Seeing that he was indeed all right, Young led Joe and Darcy up.

The higher you go, the more paper there is, and the manuscript becomes colder and colder.

Mr. Darcy couldn't help but said: "Do you feel that these papers are getting colder?"

Yang: "Yes, I try to climb up to see it almost every day, but in the past few days, I found that these paper stools are getting colder and harder to climb, and I still haven't seen Elijah in the attic for a long time. "

Mr. Darcy said angrily: "Why didn't you make this matter clear at the beginning?"

Yang pursed her lips, "Sorry..."

Qiao Wensheng comforted: "It's okay, don't be afraid, these are small things to me."

Mr. Darcy: "Miss Jo!"

Joe watched him with a smile, "Trust me more."

Mr. Darcy's chest kept rising and falling. After a long time, he said slowly: "Miss Qiao, if you are in danger, I will definitely stop you."

Joe said helplessly: "Don't think of me as weak, I am a bishop specially appointed by His Majesty and the church."

Young: "I'm sorry, I admit that I concealed it at first because I was worried that Bishop Wickham was like other church people."

"If you are really in danger, then run away. I just want to make sure of Elijah's safety, and I don't want anyone else to be in danger."

Jan looked at Joe anxiously.

Qiao's smile was still gentle and tolerant, "It's okay, just stand behind me and leave everything to me."

Joe stood on the steps and held out his hand to Yang.

Yang was dumbfounded, and couldn't help stretching out his hand, but Qiao grabbed it and pulled him up.

Joe smiled. "It's like this, trust me."

She looked again at Mr. Darcy, and held out her hand to him also.

Darcy slowly held Joe's fingertips, but dared not use force.

He whispered: "Can't you think about yourself first?"

Joe: "I am a child of God, and I want to solve problems for other children of God."

Darcy was helpless.

Joe absorbed the gratitude of the two of them to him.

……

The three of them climbed harder and harder, and they were out of breath when they climbed to the attic.

The paper in the attic was colder than the one below, and there were even icicles hanging from it.

The door of the attic is open, and the sound of "Xi Xi Suo Suo" can be heard vaguely, which is like the sound of the pen tip falling on the paper.

The three avoided the cold paper and squeezed into the room with difficulty.

The small space in the attic was already full of papers. These hills of paper seemed to collapse at the slightest touch. The three of them could only try to find a way to pass through these hills of paper.

Finally, they saw the person they were looking for.

A man with half-length curly hair was sitting in front of the table. He held a crystal clear ice quill in one hand, and pressed the other hand on the paper. He lowered his eyes slightly and kept writing. The scroll actually reached out to the open window, as if it came from the sky.

Mr. Darcy was surprised: "What... what's going on?"