Comprehensive Victoria's Secret

It was already night, and Elizabeth was still in the most chaotic place in London. Back then, the Frye siblings chose to start here because it was too chaotic.

In London, "East End" refers to the vast area from the West Bank to the east of the city.In the Victorian era, it has always been known for its corruption.Like the East End, the factory-lined northeast of London and the south of the Thames were among the areas that were rapidly ghettoized during the Industrial Revolution.

Since the cheap hotels on the streets of the Whitechapel district allow prostitution women to use freely, although British society in the nineteenth century had strict sexual ethics, women who prostitute themselves can still be seen everywhere here.In addition to those street prostitutes wearing short skirts, showing ankles, letting their hair down, and wearing heavy makeup, there are also many prostitutes who are kept by rich people in high-end residential areas such as St. James Street because of their outstanding appearance.

As a fairly pretty girl, Elizabeth had to suffer strange looks from many people when she appeared here, and Antonio protected her behind her.Walk carefully all the way.

"I'm starting to wonder if bringing you here was a definite decision."

"It's okay for now, because I can blow the heads of those who really do something to me at any time." Elizabeth held hands with him, because there are no street lights here, and Elizabeth has no eagle eyes.

Elizabeth looked at the bright light on the ground, carefully avoided the sewage pit on the ground, and followed Antonio back and forth.

The living environment here is extremely bad. There are always dung piles at the door, and sewage flows across the ground. The stench and filth are regarded as a natural law, and everyone is used to it.

"In this place, I think of what Charles Dickens said in A Tale of Two Cities: 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the age of faith time, it was the time of doubt; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; there was everything before men, there was nothing before them; men were going straight to heaven; men were Straight to hell.’ To be honest, the hardest thing I used to think was the Queen’s court ball, because that meant me doing all kinds of moves in a corset.”

Antonio held her hand and walked slowly in the long dark street: "Actually, I don't like that old knight very much. I prefer Shakespeare's sentence: 'No matter how long the night is, the day will always come.' We have a saying: 'We work in the dark to serve the light!' It's kind of like that."

Even though Antonio has gone all out to scare some people away, Elizabeth has a beautiful face inherited from Estelle, and more importantly, the delicate lace and muslin on her dress, the lotus leaves on her collar The side, the ribbons and bows dotted on the clothes all show that she does not belong to this dark place.

Two drunk men who were not afraid of Antonio's aura staggered over: "Come on, miss, do you want to watch the interesting games here?"

Elizabeth stepped back, and Antonio directly grabbed the hand extended by the drunk.

"Who are you? Kid!" The drunk's smell was so strong that even Elizabeth could smell it.

"She's my girlfriend." Elizabeth saw the flash of light on Antonio's hand through the faint light, and the knuckle tiger knocked the blind guy over with one blow.

The Victorian era prohibited openly carrying weapons, and Elizabeth usually hid her gun in a hidden pocket on her trousers or skirt, and then felt a stiff stick stuffed into her hand.

"Sword stick, hold it for self-defense, the movement of the gun is too loud." Antonio said: "I hope you can use it."

"Say I'm your girlfriend, aren't you serious?"

"Otherwise? How can I be qualified to fight for you?" Antonio spread his hands: "Brother, father, husband or guardian? You can choose whatever you want."

Elizabeth Black Line: "That's the same, I hope you're not serious."

"That's very important?" Antonio's purple eyes were shining brightly in the night: "Am I not handsome enough?"

"It's enough." Elizabeth continued to hold his hand and walked in the night: "In fact, he is too handsome."

The two continued to walk in the Whitechapel area at night, and Elizabeth didn't know whether Antonio memorized the way or he was cheating with his eagle eyes. Soon, Elizabeth and him arrived at a bar—it was still in the open air .

"You noble ladies generally call this place the Devil's Land, what do you think now?"

Elizabeth thought for a moment: "It's an interesting place." She didn't want to belittle or praise.

"Would you like something to drink?" Antonio said, "It's a good choice to have a drink on this cold night."

Elizabeth was right after thinking about it: "Tequila, thank you."

"...Hahaha...Miss Morgan, we are now the most dangerous bar in London." Antonio smiled without any scruples: "Did you order this place as a dance party?"

Elizabeth Khan, she just thinks that stronger wine is warmer: "Then what's here?"

"Okay, beer, or beer?" Antonio gestured with two glasses with both hands.

"Beer, thanks."

Elizabeth tried a few sips of beer, but it was still too cold: "Lancaster, when are we going to be there?"

"Just follow me." Antonio paid the money and took Elizabeth away.

I don't know how many times I went around, Elizabeth arrived at a single-row house, which looked very new-this is relative to the entire block.

Antonio took out the key: "Welcome to the land of demons, Miss Morgan."

Elizabeth was inexplicable: "Didn't you want to take me to meet someone from the Assassin Organization?"

"No, no, of course not." Antonio said calmly, "It's too late at this time, and it's not suitable for me to take you there at night, so I might as well bring you here first."

Elizabeth felt that her Tucao skills would awaken every time she faced Antonio: "Lancaster, are you wasting your time bringing me here?"

"What a waste of time? This is my home. I deliberately bought a house here with a small amount of money, so that my father would think that I didn't know that I was fooling around with that wandering warbler when I couldn't find it. I'm quietly receiving assassin training." Antonio said: "I'm just very considerate to promote the gentleman's demeanor-I can't let the lady around me go hungry and invite her to dinner."

"If I go home, I'll have dinner by now." Elizabeth complained.

"Whether you're right or wrong, the Knights Templar should have been eyeing you." Antonio said, "Do you think you can go home for dinner after Crofts is dead?"

But Dungal's letter was still at home, and Elizabeth was really anxious: "But my father's documents..."

"The documents will be fine, but you will be fine." Antonio said: "Because of the fear of the title of earl, they can't directly search your home anyway, but your safety can't be guaranteed."

Elizabeth was very unhappy. She knew that Antonio was right, but she didn't want to obey.

The living room of this house is next to the kitchen, and Antonio walked in: "What do you want to eat? I have relatively comprehensive ingredients here. Logically speaking, you should be hungry."

"..." Elizabeth thought of the world-renowned dark cuisine, and Elizabeth wanted to refuse, but she was indeed hungry: "I'll cook, you go out."

Antonio's kitchen had something to do with it, and Elizabeth cooked a pot of spaghetti with bacon for more or less a supper.

The stoves in the Victorian era were all coal-fired. It took a lot of effort for Elizabeth to light the fire, and then it was painful enough for her to control the fire, so she thought the simpler the better, as long as the weight was enough, To be able to eat food that won't kill anyone is considered a success tonight.

In view of the rich dinners of the British people nowadays, Elizabeth's meal was quite simple, so she rummaged in the kitchen, finally found some vegetables and some meat, and cooked a pot of soup.

"What a great meal."

"Hope you like it, I'm half French and I can't make pasta."

"Then you might consider making cream of mushroom soup."

Elizabeth gave him a white look: "The premise is that there are materials, and I have the patience to wait for it to be cooked. And your stove is really hard for me...burning coal...the room is full of soot."

"It's warm and affordable." Antonio said, "You know I can only use my pocket money to meet the expenses here, and my miser father won't give me a word at all."

"How much do you get a month?" Elizabeth suddenly wanted to know.

"Five pounds."

Elizabeth was taken aback. Although she knew the prices at this time, she also subconsciously converted the British pounds from the Victorian era into later money: "Is it enough?"

"Enough, sometimes you can get some extra money." Antonio asked, "How much do you get a month?"

"My father gave me a guinea every month. He said it was just for me to establish some money concepts and I didn't need to spend it. I just need to send Joseph for what I want to buy."

"Then how much do you have?"

"..." Elizabeth calculated, "about seven pounds."

"Okay." Antonio finished the pasta: "Your cooking skills are very good, Miss Morgan, you don't need rent to sleep here tonight."

Elizabeth's face darkened: "Are you kidding me?"

"Okay, let's go to bed early tonight. Tomorrow morning, let's go to Newcastle to buy the items we need - to show you the real London~hahaha~ This is of course the worst time, Miss Morgan." Antonio stood on the stairs Up: "That's your room, after breakfast tomorrow morning, we'll discuss the issue of the Assassin Organization."

The author has something to say: Antonio~ Are you happy~

Let me explain, Elizabeth thinks it is less because she switched to the modern RMB, 50 yuan a month...

Then Elizabeth is actually poorer than Antonio, one guinea = 21 shillings, five pounds is 100 shillings