What should I do if the boss wants to chase my roommate?

Dillon walked forward with the lamp in his hand without looking sideways, as if he didn't notice what was going on in the tent at all.

He said to the stopped Margaret, "Miss Wells?"

Margaret looked away and realized that she seemed to be a little nosy, so she looked away and apologized to Dillon.

There was no one on the street at night, and Margaret followed Dillon, thinking about the past few days.

Dillon thought that Margaret was afraid of the dark and was frightened, so he slowed down and walked side by side with Margaret, "There is rarely such silence in Kennett's night, today and the day you entered the city happened to be in time Kennet's Evening Market."

Dillon chatted with Margaret like the big brother next door, "Kennet's evening market is not very frequent, and it's almost the Flower God Festival recently, so there are only a lot of morning markets and evening markets. If you're lucky, you'll find them. There are a lot of good things, you can go and see them with your sister when you have time."

Margaret: "Did Caroline tell you about me?"

Dillon: "..."

Dillon didn't expect that he had slipped his tongue, and secretly scolded himself for losing his mind as soon as he was free, and bald about everything, "Yes, yes, I'm sorry."

Margaret said: "It's nothing. It's not surprising that Caroline will tell you about me compared to letting you get in touch with a stranger who has nothing to do with you. At least you can be sure that I am not a bad person."

Di Lung: "..." What you said made sense, and it helped me complete it.

By the time they were talking, the two had already arrived at the church, and Eunice was waiting for her at the door.

Dillon didn't go forward, but stopped after sending Margaret within a distance that she could walk by herself.

Margaret: "Thank you, Mr. Dillon."

Dillon: "You don't have to come too early tomorrow, you can settle the bill quickly, so you can take your time." After speaking, he turned and left.

It wasn't until the faint light disappeared that Margaret retracted her gaze.

He was lying.

After entering the house, Eunice helped her remove the cloth scarf from her head. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Margaret decided not to reveal her blond hair until she returned to Olivia.

Although she doesn't know why she has blonde hair, it's clear that both her parents have very ordinary hair colors.It couldn't have been an acquired color either, as she had had blonde hair for as long as she could remember.

Thinking about it now, when she was young, when she was traveling with her parents, her mother would let her hide her hair. Even after her parents passed away, she always followed her mother's instructions and hid her blond hair in a cloth towel when she went out.

Maybe she has some secrets that even she knows, but the only one who knows the truth is her parents have passed away, and she can't verify it with others, not to mention that she is still in a strange place like Kennett, which is really a mess.

Margaret shook her head to get these messy thoughts out of her mind, but just as she shook her head, there was a tingling pain from her scalp.

"hiss!"

Eunice yelled a little, "Don't move! Some of your hair is tangled with hairpins, and I'm helping you untangle it."

Eunice also seemed to see Margaret's troubles, and while helping her untangle her hair, she leaned over her head and asked, "Sister, why don't I go back with you."

Margaret: "Don't you want to settle the children down first and then go back?"

Eunice puffed her face, "I'm not worried about you."

"I'm fine, the people in the mercenary group are very good, don't worry."

Margaret stretched out her index finger to poke Eunice's swollen face. The poke was like a puffy goldfish leaking air instantly. Eunice puffed up again, and Margaret poked her again tirelessly.

The two poked and drummed, repeated several times, and all the troubles seemed to be exhausted. Margaret knew that it was Eunice trying to make her happy, and she was happy to be made happy.

Eunice's face was poked with a small red mark, and she put the untied hairpin on the bedside, "I won't play with you anymore, I'm going to sleep."

Margaret pressed a goodnight kiss softly on her forehead, "Goodnight, Eunice."

"Good night, sister."

On the branch of the moon, after Dillon sent Margaret back, he patted his mouth in frustration, telling you to speak quickly and say anything.

Recalling that when the two separated, Margaret didn't seem to have any doubts, so he was slightly relieved.

The lights in the central tent were still on, and Kaufman was still reconciling the accounts. Dillon put the lantern on the table, and the kerosene in it just burned out at this time, and the fire went out.

Dillon: "Where's Anderson?"

Kaufman didn't even raise his head, "I was driven back." After finishing speaking, he remembered something and said, "The goods will be delivered tomorrow morning, and you will pick them up yourself when the time comes."

Dillon nodded, "I know that. I told Margaret to come later tomorrow." He took off his cloak and hung it aside, "Your Majesty actually came here in person."

He sat down, picked up a stack of papers and flipped through them casually, smacking his lips while reading: "They have really big appetites."

Kaufman threw the bill in his hand on the table, with disdain on his face, "Hmph, I'm not afraid to hold myself to death with a big appetite."

"It's just a grasshopper after autumn."

With a headache, Dillon separated the paper that fell on the table just now from the original paper on the table, "Don't make it more difficult for the little girl tomorrow."

Kaufman: "..."

He folded his arms and looked at the piles of bills on the table, and finally felt uneasy, and picked them together with Dillon.

Dillon: "Did Your Majesty reply to the news today?"

"No, it would be nice if that little heartless bastard could remember us."

Dillon: "How old are you Kaufman? Why fight with a kid."

Kaufman became angry when he thought of this, "What's wrong, she can be a child at the age of 20, but I can't do it when I am over 50?" "A child in his 50s, you are not afraid of Ross' jokes when you say it."

"The bastard dares to laugh at his father? Give him a discount on his legs!"

What could Dillon say, he could only silently pray for Rose, praying that he would not mess with Kaufman these days, otherwise his uncle Dillon would not be able to save him.

"Margaret is the person His Majesty said, so you will agree without hesitation during the day." Dillon changed the subject. He discovered that Kaufman would argue with him as long as it was related to Caroline. Of these two people, one is a little difficult and the other is a big one, he can't afford to mess with either.

"……Humph!"

Huh, what, Caroline said that asking him to help the little girl find an easy and money-saving job, he hasn't done a good job.

Rose opened the tent and came in, holding a carrier pigeon in his hand, "Dad, there is a letter."

Dillon took out a small note from the letter box, and he knew who wrote it by looking at the handwriting. He patted Kaufman and said excitedly: "Your Majesty has replied!"

Kaufman showed a look of indifference, and said reservedly: "What are you writing?"

After reading it, Dillon handed it to him speechlessly, "Look for yourself."

Kaufman took the note and couldn't help shouting, "How did she get to that place!"

Dillon rubbed his temples: "Not only that, she also asked you to fish her out."