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"Dad said that these were some unimportant things he wrote casually. ·狐?恋\文/穴, .埂^辛.醉¨全′"

"unimportant?"

"Yes, so he usually just casually threw it on the desk in the study so that anyone can read it. He also said that if anyone can understand a word, he will reward 1,000 Fel gold!"

Bernadette spread her hands and said, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to show it to you."

"All right."

Edward guessed what Russell was thinking. Anyway, no one could understand Chinese. The more indifferent he acted, the less attention he would attract. That was why his diaries would be spread all over the world in the future.

"Mr. Sparrow!"

At this time, Bernadette shouted, took out a painting from behind and handed it over, "This is for you, I painted it myself."

"I drew two in total, one for Dad, and one for you."

Edward took it quickly, "Thank you."

The content of this painting was similar to the one she had given to Russell before. It showed her, the fairy tale characters, and Edward, happily playing on a boat.

It can't be said to be a skilled painter, but it is full of childishness and seriousness.

Seeing Edward looking at it seriously, she said shyly, "Actually, I just drew it casually. It's far worse than mom's. If you don't like it, just throw it away."

Your face is full of duplicity, okay?

"Thanks."

Edward carefully put the painting away and said, "I will keep it well."

She pretended to be indifferent and stretched out her fair little hand, saying, "What about what you owe me?"

"What?"

"When you gave me the Little Mermaid doll, you said that as long as I kept my promise to you, you would give me more dolls. I want..."

She thought for a moment, "Snow White! You haven't forgotten, have you?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten."

Just as Edward was about to use Transfiguration, Bernadette quickly picked up a doll from the bedside and handed it to him, "This is a doll carved by my father for me. Can you make it look like the Little Mermaid doll?"

"Of course. *xi,n_x¨s¨c+m,s^.￠c\o′m\"

He snapped his fingers and used [False Reality]: "Try it."

Bernadette couldn't wait to rub it gently, and the next second she came to an ancient castle room. The room was luxuriously decorated, with a huge and classical mirror hanging on one of the walls, but Snow White was not seen.

"Where's Snow White?"

Edward's voice came, "Go ask the magic mirror."

So she walked up to the mirror and asked, "Mirror, mirror, do you know where Snow White is?"

A faint light lit up in the mirror, and a girl wearing an exquisite princess dress and with fair skin appeared in the mirror, "Far away in the sky, yet close at hand, my princess."

"Huh?"

Bernadette was shocked, "Isn't this me?"

Edward appeared in the mirror, smiling:

"So, you are Snow White."

She was stunned for half a second, then laughed happily: "Thank you, Mr. Magic Mirror."

...

After determining that 7 Rose Street was cursed, Dubois's efficiency increased several times.

At noon the next day, the Sparrow family had completed their move from No. 7 Rose Street to No. 28 Emerald Street, arriving at a prime location just one street away from the home of the "Son of Steam" Roselle.

For a whole morning, everyone including Dubois was busy, except for the eldest master Edward, who was either sitting, leaning or lying down the whole time, just opening his mouth for food and stretching out his hands for clothes, enjoying the service of others.

Ah, I understand the feelings of the nobles more and more.

It is difficult to go from frugality to extravagance, and I'm afraid I won't be able to change the habit in the future!

New house, new atmosphere.

As soon as the servants and slaves arrived at the new house, they began to busy themselves with cleaning. Edward stood on the terrace on the third floor and looked down at the servants working everywhere, thinking:

In the future with Lilith and Audrey, he never had time to think about having his own "family", but in the past when he had no relatives, he hastily formed such a "big family", which was quite dramatic like O. Henry.

After cleaning up for an entire afternoon, the villa finally looked somewhat presentable, but since the original owner had taken away a lot of things, there were many empty items that needed to be replaced. If Akasha were still alive, she would have liked this kind of thing.

As night fell, the gas lamps in the villa were lit one after another, dispelling the surrounding darkness and shrouding the villa in a faint dimness.

Dubois came hurriedly, "Boss, Russell is here."

"Um?"

Edward was stunned and asked in surprise: "Why is he here?"

"I said I came to congratulate you on your new house."

Russell knew that it was normal for him to move, but according to the procedure, he should have waited until he held a housewarming dinner and invited him to attend. Why did he come to visit on his own initiative?

Is our relationship so good?

"Let's go and welcome the Son of Steam."

When he arrived at the living room, Russell and his family of three were already sitting on the sofa drinking coffee. His bodyguards did not follow him in.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Gustave, and the beautiful Miss Bernadette."

Edward stepped forward enthusiastically.

Roselle waved his hand and pretended to be serious, "Oh, Klein, remember I already told you, just call me Roselle."

"Okay~Roselle!"

Edward smiled and sat down opposite them. "The CIA showed me extrajudicial favors a few days ago. It must be you who helped me. Thank you so much, otherwise I might still be in jail now."

"Hahaha, you're welcome. I just said hello."

Russell suddenly winked and said, "You really never saw that housekeeper again?"

"Really not."

Edward looked aggrieved. "I still don't understand the whole thing. You see, it was the Earl's grandson who was wrong first, but it was my housekeeper who was arrested. I was trying every way to save her, but the next day she told me that she had assassinated the Earl."

"This is too abnormal, isn't it?! It can't be that she deliberately got caught and specifically looked for an opportunity to assassinate? But if the Earl's grandson hadn't provoked her, the following things wouldn't have happened."

Edward was filled with righteous indignation. "I feel that this matter is definitely not that simple. Maybe Akasha was just a scapegoat, and someone has already dealt with her secretly. No! Maybe someone is targeting me, thinking that I came to Trier with money and am easy to bully!"

Bernadette snorted at this time: "Don't worry, Mr. Sparrow, with daddy here, no one will dare to bully you! Isn't that right, daddy!"

Roselle raised his eyebrows: "Did you hear that? From now on in Trier, I will protect you!"

"Thank you very much, Miss Bernadette."

Bernadette giggled and exchanged a look with him.

Roselle suddenly sighed, "I hope that Earl Clear was assassinated. It was really your housekeeper who did it."

"???"

"This way I'll have a chance to meet her and say thank you to her. Hahahaha, I've been annoyed with that old man Clear for a long time!"

At this time, he glanced at Dubois who was following behind Edward, as if he had just seen him: "Hey, isn't this Dubois? Didn't you see me, a distinguished guest, coming? My shoulders are sore, come and give me a massage."

Dubois had a blank expression on his face. "Sorry, I'm a housekeeper, not a masseuse. If you need someone, I'll arrange for someone to find you right now. Are three enough? If not, five!"

Seeing his wife and daughter looking at him at the same time, Russell's eyes twitched: "Klein, when are you going to fire this bastard? I'll pay for you to hire the best housekeeper in Trier."

"Okay, I'm not too happy with DuBois either."

Russell raised his chin proudly, "Did you hear that? You're fired!"

Chapter 507: Roselle prepares to go to sea

"…"

Du Bois resisted the urge to give him the middle finger, turned around and went to the kitchen to order dinner to be prepared for the "distinguished guest".

"Roselle, I just moved here today and haven't packed up yet. I can't even get out a bottle of good wine to treat you."

Edward said, "I was thinking of making good preparations in the next few days and then inviting you."

"Hahaha, then I came here uninvited."

Russell smiled and said, "The main reason is that I may have to go on a long trip next time, so I may not be able to make it to your housewarming party."

"Going away? Where are you going?"

"Go sailing."

He was elated and in high spirits.

Bernadette looked over immediately and was very surprised: Dad is going to sea!

She hurried to see her mother and found that Matilda looked calm. It was obvious that she had known about it for a long time. She couldn't help puffing up her cheeks: Adults are really annoying.

But this did not stop her from pulling her father Russell's arm and shaking him, "Dad, will you take me with you? No! You have to take me, because you promised me a long time ago."

Russell touched her hair and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, okay!

Edward was stunned when he heard this: No, Your Majesty, are you too ambitious? From your perspective, the issue of you being targeted by the hidden sage has not been completely resolved yet?

You are going to go out to sea. You are really not afraid of death.

It should be said or not, but Russell seemed to have always been like this when he was young, reckless, daring and fearless.

Thinking of this, Edward gave him a thumbs up.

"Hahaha, the idea of ​​going to sea has been brewing in my mind for more than ten or twenty years. It has been delayed due to various things before. This time I finally took this step."

"I have always believed that a man's journey should be to the stars and the sea!"

Oh, the sea of ​​stars?

Then you encountered the primitive island polluted by the fallen mother goddess in the ocean, and were deceived by Mr. Men to go to the moon, which led to your future tragedy.

Why,

Should I try to stop him and change his future tragedy for Bernadette's sake?

But as the protagonist of this era, the emperor is in a situation where one move can affect the whole body. If he encounters a major turning point like the primitive island, once it changes, the future may completely collapse. _Second! Chapter-踕*暁′说?徃? /勉_沸.岳*黩,

Great Emperor, oh great emperor,

You still have to endure the suffering that is yours.

Hey, wait!

Edward suddenly realized a problem. I am playing the role of a noble and an evil god here. I want to contact Arrodes from Roselle in a two-pronged way.

Everything is going well now, and you're going to go out to sea?!

Believe it or not, the evil god will crawl into your bed and beat you tonight.

Cursing in his heart, Edward had a nostalgic look on his face: "The sea is indeed a place that people will never forget. Freedom, wealth, passion, danger and opportunity coexist. That's why so many people resolutely step into the sea every year, just like me."

"It seems I came to the right place tonight."

Roselle's face lit up with delight. "I've heard that your previous wealth came from the sea? Then you must have a lot of sailing experience."

With Russell's current identity and status, he certainly had no shortage of professional sailors, but he obviously didn't want a "formal" sailor - looking at the places he visited in his diary later, none of them were safe.

"It's OK. It's OK."

Edward quickly recalled his previous sailing "experience" and coughed, "It's just to make a living. I personally think that in addition to experience and strength, the most important thing on the sea is actually luck."

"If you have bad luck, a storm can sink your entire ship. If you have good luck, you can stumble upon an island and find an ancient relic, and you won't have to worry about the rest of your life. .dn\s+g/o^m~.~n*e?t~"

"I think luck is part of strength."

"Well, that's true."

"So, share it quickly."

Bernadette looked back and forth between the two of them, feeling somewhat proud: "Huh! I've been sailing abroad with Mr. Sparrow a long time ago, and he even has a huge pirate ship!"

Eh? Was Mr. Sparrow really a great pirate in the past? !

Taking a boat full of fairy tale characters and robbing everywhere?

This is so exciting!

I want to be a pirate in the future!

Faced with Roselle's repeated questioning, Edward could no longer be "modest and modest". After some thought, he "taught" Roselle some sailing experience - of course, none of it was his own, some of it was heard from Danitz, and some from Bernadette.

The more Roselle listened, the more excited he became. He had already imagined himself sailing far away at sea. Matilda's brows showed worry, but she never said anything to spoil the fun. She just listened quietly.

"These are just my personal experiences and may not apply to everyone."

"I see."

Roselle was still a little unsatisfied. "Klein, have you... or have you heard of anyone who has been to the end of the ocean?"

"That... I'm not sure. The farthest place I've been to is the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea. There is a sea area there that is said to be the remains of the war between gods. It is full of all kinds of weirdness and dangers. I almost didn't make it back then, so I didn't dare to go any further east."

Bernadette raised her hand and said, "If you go there for adventure next time, can you take me with you?"

Edward looked over and was surprised that the little girl could actually make double entendres.

"sure."

The two exchanged glances again.

At this time, Russell pinched his fingers and smiled, "Wait, I will definitely find the end of the sea and the legendary western continent this time. ~Zero/point'墈￠book, -蕞?鑫+章/结_耕?欣.剁,"

"Hahaha, then your name will surely be famous through the ages."

"No, no, no!"

He shook his finger and said proudly: "My name is now famous for all eternity."

Dubois came over and said, "Mr. Son of Steam, the famous man of all ages, it's time for dinner." After a pause, he said sarcastically, "If you don't mind the simplicity of the dishes here."

Russell stroked his mustache and snorted, "Klein, can you let your butler serve me dinner?"

Edward shrugged and gestured, "Go ahead."

"Did you hear that, Mr. Butler?"

"Got it. I'll go get you a baby dining table."

...

Of course, dinner couldn't be simple. At most, there were no expensive dishes. But Russell had tasted all kinds of delicious food over the years. He had already gotten tired of many delicacies that others couldn't afford to eat in their lifetime. However, Endili's special barbecue and grilled fish made him feel a little fresh. He decided on the spot to find a few chefs like this when he returned.

"Oh, by the way, speaking of overseas delicacies, there are two things you must try when you go."

Edward poured him a glass of wine and juice for the two ladies, saying, "One is the blood curd from Bansi Island, which is said to be from the elves. It is a delicacy made from the blood of various animals. It tastes very good..."

"Blood?!"

Russell's voice became noticeably higher. How could such a typical Chinese delicacy not shock him? He didn't care about other people's surprise and asked hurriedly, "Are you sure that the blood curd comes from elves?"

"That's what the legend says anyway."

"Are there elves on Banshee Island?"

"No, the elves seem to have become extinct, and now there are only a few humans with elven blood left."

"Do you know more legends about elves?"

Edward shook his head. "I don't know. I only know that they can be traced back to the Tertiary Period or even earlier. Since they are nearly extinct, the information about them is very limited. I only know that their last settlement was on Sonia Island."

"Sonia Island? I have to go there."

Russell was a little disappointed.

Bernadette raised her fork and asked, "What other delicacy is there?"

Edward looked at her and winked and smiled, "Mermaid meat."

"???"

The little girl dropped the fork in her hand and said in astonishment: "Mermaid?!"

Roselle was also a little puzzled. "Wait, is this the kind of mermaid I understand? You actually eat this kind of creature? This shouldn't be..."

Dubois, who was standing next to him pouring drinks, asked, "Should what?"

Matilda glanced at her husband dimly.

Roselle immediately straightened his face: "...Watching, what else can I do?"

Bernadette said anxiously: "Mr. Sparrow, this can't be true. How can you eat mermaids? They... are so cute, beautiful and kind..."

Well, you shouldn't use this kind of "joke" to tease children.

"I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear."

Edward explained, "To be more precise, it should be called a 'fish monster'. It is a special fish creature that will sneak into passenger ships and attack humans, then drag them into the sea and eat them. It is a kind of wild beast."

Bernadette heaved a sigh of relief.

I originally wanted to give some more scientific information about real mermaids, but in fact, they are also man-eating monsters with beautiful appearance. But after thinking about it, I decided not to ruin the fantasy of children.

In the middle of the meal, Dubois went out for a while, but came back soon and continued to "serve" Russell. He cut steak for him and stirred mushroom soup by himself, and almost fed him with his hands, which made Russell sick.

When dinner was almost over,

Russell suddenly picked up the wine and handed it over, and took the remaining half bottle himself, "We haven't had a drink in a few years, Dubois."

"…"

Dubois looked at him quietly for a moment, then took the glass.

Russell raised his beard and smiled, clinking his wine bottle against his glass: "I don't want to say any nonsense, just... I wish you find true love and have a baby soon, hahahahaha."

Dubois raised his head and drank the wine, then said calmly:

"It's smooth sailing."

At 8:30 in the evening, Edward sent the Russell family to the gate, and helped the tipsy Russell into the carriage, "Okay, go back and rest."

As soon as the carriage started moving, Russell poked his head out again and shouted, "Klein! Don't forget to fire Dubois!"

"Okay, okay, next time, definitely next time."

"Good night, Mr. Sparrow~"

Bernadette stretched out her little hand from the carriage window and waved a few times, and the carriage gradually drove away.

Edward pinched his chin and said:

"You know what, DuBois."

"What?"

"I originally thought that Russell came tonight to repay my favor. Later, I thought that he came to ask for advice on going out to sea. Now..."

Edward patted his shoulder, "I'm sure he's coming for you."

"…"

"Tell me the truth, what is your relationship?"

Du Bois was very upset. "I like women, and so does he!"

"Well, that's why you two are truly in love!"

"…"

Dubois was silent for a moment, then said, "Just now while I was having dinner, I received news that camellias were displayed in the windows on the second floor of No. 2 Camellia Street."

"oh?"

The smile on Edward's face faded.

Chapter 508 I Want to See a River of Blood

"Mr. F."