The weather in the sea changes as soon as possible. In the morning, it still looks clear and clear. In the afternoon, it suddenly becomes cloudy. Dark clouds gather, and bright lightning faintly leaks out in the dark clouds.

As the celestial phenomena changed, the sea surface was surging. The ships sailing in the narrow sea leading to the northern waters were shaking like drunks. The sailors on them shouted hoarsely and panickedly. Some of them were thin and frivolous, and they couldn't stand steadily at all. They had to follow the ships around.

Somewhere under the deck,

Melisandra, wearing red, looked out of the narrow window, and the violent sea water made her feel a little unusual.

“There shouldn’t be a storm today.”

She murmured like this, subconsciously thought of something, so she lifted the bedding, immediately got up and put on her boots, and was about to leave the room, but the hull shaking suddenly stopped.

Turning his head and looking out, the sea breeze dissipated inexplicably, the sea water returned to calm, the lightning became weaker, and the dark cloud slowly dissipated, and the woman in the red robe couldn't help but smile.

"Isn't it? Only the great power of the King of Light can soothe the irritable God of Drowning so easily."

...

The shaking ship was annoying. Fortunately, the time when Charles stayed here had arrived. He took a look at the dark environment outside the window. His eyes were closed, and then—

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly came, and then a warm breath came to my face.

Compared to the cold and irritating sea, the climate in the house deep in the city is much more comfortable. When he opened his eyes, he could see the dim sunset light outside through the balcony windows covered by blue curtains.

It's about four or five o'clock in the afternoon now!

There was a faint rustling sound outside the door, which were the various sounds of the servants downstairs preparing for dinner, walking around, talking, and metal utensils colliding...

Shire did not rush to leave the room, but replaced the robe full of "exotic style" on his body, and then changed into the replacement clothes he had prepared before entering. Only then did he leisurely sort out the incident and results of this entry.

"This thing should be sold for a lot of money, right?"

He thought so while playing with a dark and cold diamond crystal.

This time he entered for a long time, but he only saved Ed's family. Apart from that, probably the only obsidian he had asked for casually when he was on Dragonstone Island.

This is not ordinary obsidian, because he can clearly feel the special power hidden in it.

And in the world of ice and fire, this thing has a more fantastic name - Dragon Crystal

The special crystal cast from the fire of the gods in the center of the earth is the explanation of this by the locals in the ice and fire world. Charles thinks that the gods should not be so cheap.

But obviously this is not an ordinary stone.

"I'll go to the watch shop tomorrow and ask. I'll just go to that detective center. It's time for so long that it's time for news."

Thinking of this, a calm female voice suddenly sounded outside the door, which was the voice of Grace, the newly hired butler of Charles.

"Mr. Kelanston, dinner is ready."

"Just come."

Charles responded loudly.

It would be fine if he didn't mention it, but when he mentioned dinner, he happened to feel hungry. The food in the medieval period was not particularly bad, but obviously the food on the boat was not very good.

Putting away Long Jing and walking out of the room, a thin woman in housekeeper's clothing stood at the door in a regular manner, with a straight waist and a thin figure.

She is a housekeeper, but don't get me wrong, Charles has no bad idea to hire her, because Grace is nearly fifty years old.

Her brown hair has a few strands of white threads, her facial features are ordinary but quite tough, and her lips are slightly thin, making her look a little mean and old-fashioned.

This is indeed the case. When it comes to managing the servants, the old lady was very fond of grinding a little sand in her eyes - in a sense, it seemed an advantage.

Apart from Grace, there are four other servants and chefs in total, but they are basically women. This is not Charles' bad taste, but now he cannot do physical work or clean the yard and clean the stable and feed the horses, so the skillful female servant becomes the first choice.

Walking down the stairs, the long table was full of dishes, including roasted pork, roasted fish, beef burgers, roasted potatoes, fruit salads, and plenty of creamy mushroom soup.

Relatively speaking, this dinner was a bit too sufficient, but after the owner finished dining, the servants also needed to eat, so they prepared so much - food and accommodation, which were all stipulated in the employment contract.

Anne, a little girl with long brown hair, was sitting on a chair opposite the long table. When she saw Char coming, she did not run away like she used to, but she didn't say hello, but her blue eyes were staring at him with a timid look.

This was the credit for getting along with each other for more than a week. During that time, Charles had been thinking a lot about how to improve relationships with the girl, but in the end he didn't do anything, he just got along with each other every day - although the child has a good memory, he also has a lot of forgetfulness.

"Are you waiting for me?" said hello with a smile, and Charle sat on the other side of the long table, and the servant then served him the tableware.

The girl didn't say anything and nodded. She was a very well-behaved child, and she was even a little too well-behaved. She didn't have any traits that any naughty child possessed in Charles' memory, but was quiet and quiet, like a little lady.

This may be her nature, or it may be caused by her previous growth experience. In short, as her guardian, Charles basically doesn't have to worry about anything - except for her unknown disease.

"Does Domo prescribed medicine for you? Have you taken it on time?"

"Yes." The sound is subtle and soft.

"How does it feel?"

"fine."

"Tell me in time if there is any situation."

"Um"

...

After a quiet but relaxed dinner, the servants cleaned up the dishes, and after saying good night to Anne, Charles returned to the bedroom to prepare for rest.

Although there were no dangerous situations in the world of ice and fire, he was still under a lot of psychological pressure when he made such a bold move for the first time. Moreover, he could not have had a good rest while running around the boat for days.

So in general, Charles was still very tired, both in the mind and in the body. He lay on the velvet bed and soon he fell asleep.

...

The day,

After washing up and having breakfast, Charles put on black trousers and leather boots, plus a tuxedo, wearing a top hat that was popular in this era, and then left the door with a cane.

He was going to take Long Jing to the watch shop for "appraisal", and then make plans for selling or keeping.

At the same time, he can also go to the Little Spirit Detective Office, which is located on Martin Street, where the watch shop is located, not far from the watch shop.

The air in Pita City in the early morning was fresh and cold. The atmosphere of the ocean outside the city floated in the city, forming a thin layer of white mist, lingering on the Black Stone Road and emitting water vapor.

The carriage rolled past, and the collision of the hard ground made a slight sound. There were few pedestrians at this time, so the speed was very fast. In about a quarter of an hour, he arrived at his destination.

But as soon as he got off the carriage, Charles found that the detective who accepted his commission seemed to have encountered some difficulties.

A group of people are fighting inside!

After glanced a few times, Charles whispered to the coachman, then sorted out his bow tie and stepped into it.

After a dry cough, he raised his voice and said, "If I were you, it would be better to leave here as soon as possible."

The sound is very clear,

Two groups of people fighting in the room couldn't help but stop. One of them was a scar-faced man. He was covering his left eye that was beaten to a bruise, bent down and retreating. He happened to see the young man walking in.

"Stop meddling in other people's business, boy!" He glared at Shire hatefully, and then was about to pick up the stool at hand and go forward to continue fighting with a tall young man, but suddenly stopped because Shire said another sentence.

"I don't want to meddle in other people's business, but unfortunately the police probably won't ignore it."

Not only Scarface, but all the fighters in the detective office stopped moving and looked at him.

"police?"

Charles whispered outside: "Here, have you seen the coachman? I think you should be very familiar with the direction he left."

"you……"

The companion was furious, but Scarface waved his hand to stop him. He glared at the opposite side, then covered his eyes and walked out the door.

"Boy, let's go and see!" When he passed by Shire, he pushed him hard, and the group quickly left.

This group of people was so straightforward that Charles was a little disappointed. He thought he needed to do it himself, and then he pretended to slap in the face...

"I can't beat them even if I say no spells, right?"

Thinking about this question secretly, Charles looked up at everyone in the room, took off his top hat, and greeted him with a smile.
Chapter completed!