[Pride and Prejudice] Sky Bookstore

The good news is that Darcy couldn't find gloves or anything for a while.But in the long run, as long as you give him a few minutes to react, it is not impossible to throw a sock over and propose a duel!

A duel requires nothing more than a feeling that one side has been insulted.

Skye and Elsie once saw a pair of dueling farmers in the country on their way to London.Although Britain is not like France, it can fight to the death for any reason.But gentlemen in three-piece suits don't hold back when the need arises.

The pair of farmers were standing opposite each other with real swords and guns in their hands. At that time, there were many onlookers.The final result was two gunshots, the birds in the field were startled, and a red flame of death fainted from the chest of one of them.

Skye endured and endured, and finally she forced herself to break the weird atmosphere.

"I think you remember him as..." your father's godson.

Skye was halfway through talking, and suddenly realized that Wickham hadn't told her carefully about this matter.She didn't want to show her flaws in front of the two of them, so she swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly.

At the same time, Darcy took half a step forward and punched out with one fist.

With the servant's exclamation, Darcy and Wickham fought into a ball.

There are many types of fights.The most frightening thing is the kind that is endlessly hot with immortality, and the most dumbfounding thing is scratching the hair and tickling it.

This one with Darcy and Wickham is somewhere in between.Although one of the two people is our young master and the other is a soldier, they are essentially the type with insufficient skills to pass the system.

Skye saw Darcy swinging a straight fist, hitting Wickham straight on the bridge of the nose, Wickham leaned back, and he stepped back a few steps, obviously staring at stars, he had to lean against the wall Stand still.

After standing still, Wickham began to counterattack.He took a few strides forward and hit Darcy in the stomach unexpectedly.Darcy reached out to block the punch, and he did catch Wickham's hand, but so hard that the two of them fell together on the table.

Skye took a few steps back.

She stared dumbfounded at the black tea on the table turning all over the place.The fine bone china fell to the floor, and it looked as if Darcy had the upper hand and held Wickham down.

The two men's eyes were red, and they didn't care who the people around them were.Darcy also failed to draw his third hand for the next attack.

The two of them stood in a stalemate over the tea table for a few minutes. The rose carvings on the legs of the coffee table were stained with wet black tea, and the dark red liquid was like blood flowing in the veins.

"What are you still looking at! Separate them!"

Skye was the first to emerge from the shock.Compared to the servant who had never seen her young master fight, she was finally a little more psychologically prepared.

Darcy struggled to maintain his upper hand.The two men were tall and tall, and their legs that were half hanging outside the coffee table would kick each other a few times from time to time.The stalemate did not last for a long time. Wickham's legs kicked him from time to time, and he kicked very hard, which was painful.

They were like catfish tumbling on a cutting board.

The servant hurried over under Skye's prompt, nervously trying to separate Darcy and Wickham.

Out of the corner of his eye Darcy saw a servant approaching, and Wickham saw it too.They blushed, not very reconciled.

Wickham opened his mouth to bite Darcy, which is enough to show that their eyes are red.

Skye stood not far away, and she had the good fortune to see Darcy's last move in this stupid fight-he bumped Wickham's forehead hard with his own.

"Boom—" There was a muffled impact.

It's not exactly a small object hitting Earth, and it's by no means the end of the world.It's just that the two men lost their combat effectiveness by coincidence, and were pushed away by the servant with staring eyes.

This kind of fighting skills can't be more than eight years old!

When Wickham struggled to stand up with the coffee table, Skye saw the nosebleeds winding down from his nose...and a patch of red on his forehead.

——Although they didn't use their lives to interpret the dignity of a duel, at least... they used their lives to make it funny.

Skye thought helplessly, watching the old butler rush to find the externally applied medicine and contact the private doctor.

Wickham left before the doctor arrived, and his visit caused great damage. The broken bone china on the stand was sharp and sharp, the small tea table was turned over on its side, and the more obvious marks were on Darcy's own face. ——His forehead was red in a large area, and tears that he hadn't seen for a long time filled his eyes again.

Skye looked at this scene dumbfounded.

Darcy walked to the sofa and sat down without saying a word. He pressed a cold towel to his forehead.Embarrassment befell him after the fight, and Darcy hoped that Skye would leave immediately, but before Skye left, there was one more thing that had to be clarified.

"Don't take his word for it."

"What... what?" Skye didn't hear clearly.

"What Wickham said was all lies. He...has always been dissatisfied with me. You do have the same name as someone I know, but I definitely don't mean to confuse you. I hope you can take this opportunity to recognize Wickham clearly. John's true face."

The true face has long been known.But in today's fight, Skye understood some other things, such as two men whose combat effectiveness needs to be strengthened, and a helpful Mr. Darcy.

Skye's heart softened a bit.She said softly to Darcy: "I will pay attention to what you said...Thank you for your generous help."

While speaking, she suddenly felt something rubbing against the hem of her skirt.This feeling is also very familiar.Skye glanced down, then silently adjusted his sitting posture.

—a white long-haired cat rubs against the hem of her skirt.When she found out, he exchanged a glance with her, a pair of aqua-blue cat eyes were ignorant, and he was completely coquettish.

No matter how Skye looked at the cat, it was a little familiar.She thought of the cats she had raised in front of the bookstore.

After leaving, those few small animals were nowhere to be found.And if you calculate the age, it has been more than seven years. Of the seven cats back then, probably only the youngest ones are still alive.

It's just that people's memory will last for many years because of life.Skye also had the conditions to raise cats again, but recalling that this kind of thing was too heavy, she understood that other cats were cute, but they were not the few at the door of the bookstore.

She never had a cat again.

"I'm sorry... are you afraid of cats? Xiaoqi rarely rubs against customers..."

Darcy held out his hand to the white cat, which he didn't often pet, but which also knew he was the patron, and always had a certain respect for him.Only this time Xiao Qi didn't run over, she was still focused on getting under Skye's skirt.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of cats." Skye bent down and hugged the cat on his lap.

The Darcy cats are well groomed, with no tangles in their long fur.This cat named Xiaoqi has a string of bells hanging around its neck, and the workmanship is exquisite. It seems that his cat life is much smoother than that of ordinary humans.

Skye smoothed Xiaoqi's fur, and the cat rolled over on her lap unsuspectingly, revealing its furnier belly. "Is this your sister?"

"No. A friend of mine stayed behind." Darcy coughed dryly, realizing that everything Skye had seen so far had to do with someone with the same name.The dead have left too much influence on the living, and it seems a bit difficult to say that he is not gay.

"This cat is very cute." Skye couldn't stay any longer.

She knew that this cat was the one at the door of the bookstore back then, and they had lived a good life for so many years, so it was fine.

"I think I should go back, having caused you so much trouble."

With a cat as a buffer, the conversation doesn't end in a fight.Both the host and the uninvited guest breathed a sigh of relief.

The only one who was dissatisfied was Xiao Qi, who deftly jumped off Skye's lap and escaped directly through the unclosed door.

Skye hurriedly chased after him, and Darcy followed behind.

Late at night in London, there was a thick fog, and the carriage more than ten meters away was still a little blurry. They could only call Xiaoqi's name and search for it in the shadows.

"It's very late, I will notify the servant to find the cat, your family should be in a hurry." Darcy said to Skye.

"Thank you then." Accompanied by Darcy, Skye walked to the side of the carriage. Just as she was about to get into the carriage, she saw a carpet-like cat beside the wheel from the corner of her eye.

Needless to say, Darcy saw it too.

He held out his hand to the cat in his usual deadpan Darcy voice: "Okay, come out!"

Under the light of the oil lamp, Skye could clearly see the blue-eyed Xiaoqi, moving to the inside of the wheel, giving Darcy a cat's distance.

This is probably the cat's thoughtfulness.He made room for Darcy to lie down with him.

Or maybe they just don't want Skye to leave.

Skye froze for a moment, then looked at Darcy's darkened face, and finally couldn't help laughing and bent over.

"Come out!" Darcy yelled at Xiao Qi.

The cat came out reluctantly.Then jump on Darcy's hand.

"Very interesting cat..." Skye thought for a long time, then stood beside the carriage, and only said this sentence.

After many years, this cat has grown a lot.I think back when they were still seven brothers, basking in the sun, the greatest pleasure was to call a few times one after another to show that they were still alive.

Now I can fight against the hero, which is really gratifying.

Before getting into the carriage, Skye turned his head and said to Darcy again: "Thank you."

The carriage drove slowly into the late night of London, and the shadows of the black buildings were hidden in the mist.Darcy stood there for a while, he felt that Skye might not be grateful for his help, it should be for other things.

But what are the other things?

They must have never met before.

——This made Darcy have a terrible conjecture.