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As Moshi and Ember walked into the garden together, a woman's voice came from the corridor on the other side: "Lord Ember, ......"

There was a dog-headed maid standing there, looking at the clothes, which should be the personal maid of the adult.

She looked familiar...... But Mo Shi knew that he had not yet reached the point where he could remember and distinguish a dog at a glance, so he could not remember where he had seen her.

"I'm out of company, Mr. Moshi. ”

After saying this, without waiting for Mo Shi to answer, he walked quickly towards the maid.

The two met in the corridor, talked, walked through stone windows, and walked around the corner.

The corners of the maid's clothes are embroidered with crimson roses.

"That's Miss Dia's personal maid, Lina. ”

Moshi turned around and saw Shekka walking towards him.

The swordsmanship instructor braided his blonde hair into braids, which attenuated the fatigue of the hangover.

"Oh, are you awake?" said Moshi.

Xie Ka waved his hand and waved away Mo Shi's teasing eyes.

"I knew Ember was going to be in the library. He coughed twice, and his voice was still a little hoarse, "Usually if he doesn't study at Miss's, he reads here." ”

Mo Shi nodded: "What is your relationship with him?"

"After all, they are colleagues, so of course there will be communication. Well, I can't talk to him anyway. Bachelors from their colleges prefer to talk about philosophy and theology, and I really ...... about them Not good at it. ”

"What about his relationship with Miss?"

"How do I know?" replied Shekka without thinking.

"Mr. Shekha. ”

Mo Shi walked half a step in front of Sheka Hawthorn.

"I'm an outsider," he said, "and I don't know any of the rules, the requirements, the relationships, the attitudes, and the only way I can do it is that I don't know anything about it, and I am innocent." Because you were near me at dinner, I trust you too. What you should be doing is tell me anything I don't know, any clues could be—"

"Alright, alright," Shekha interrupted, "I said, I said, I have nothing to hide. ”

The swordsmanship instructor rubbed his temples unhappily.

"I just hate chewing my tongue behind people's backs......" he sighed, "but you're right, who else can I trust now?" ”

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As usual, they talked in the small dining room by the kitchen.

- It's warmer here, and there's not much else to get around. The aristocracy preferred to socialize in the various halls, served with cured meats and mulled wines.

"Very well, tell me about Mr. Ember and Miss Dia. Moshi gets straight to the point, "Or do you have to get a little drunk to say it?"

Shekka raised an eyebrow: "Stop laughing at me." Do you want to hear me?"

"Alright," Mo Shi softened, still urging, "you tell me quickly." ”

Shekka scratched her hair with the orc's sharp nails.

"......Actually," he said, still looking hesitant, pondering his words, "anyway, the problem is that Ember is not married. If he had a family, I am afraid that there would be no such gossip. ”

"How?"

Sheka glanced at him, "I have to tell you like a washerwoman, you can understand, don't you?"

Mo Shi was puzzled.

"Ember is a very good-looking man, and he is also a literary teacher of the young lady, and he meets and teaches with the young lady every day—you know, since the young lady turned twenty-five, Ember is the only male teacher around her. ”

"Hmm. Mo Shi finally understood a little, "So, you mean, there are rumors that Miss Diya and Mr. Ember are ......."

Someone walked into the small dining room and interrupted the conversation.

It was a medical officer in a light-colored robe.

"Two adults, the herbalists have made some discoveries, and I would like to invite you to come and talk about it. ”

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The doctors here are revered as "Herbalists of Herbology", some of whom are of Heyal origin and some of whom are not. They all seem to have studied in medical school, and are responsible for all medical and surgical diagnosis, herbal medicine, witch medicine, and now, the management and study of corpses.

"We've put everything Pamu is carrying here, so you can check it out whenever you need it, but we can't take it with us—lest the adults on the crow's side get upset. ”

Mo Shi swept his gaze over the things that were placed on the tablecloth.

It was a ring, a handkerchief, a brooch, and other belongings, among which was a blue stone carved with a crow, which was the crest of the autumn crow.

"And, there's this. ”

The herbalist handed over a wad of gauze, which looked nothing out of the ordinary when folded into a square.

Shekka stepped forward and took the gauze.

He was obviously much more experienced than Mo Shi. He flipped through the gauze and sniffed it under the tip of his nose.

"This ...... This is the smell of female Oria. ”

He looked at the herbalist in surprise.

"Who is Oria?" Mo Shi was confused, not understanding why Shekka's eyes were so serious and surprised.

However, when Mo Shi asked this, everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

And no one answered.

After a brief silence, the herbalist continued to speak to Shekka, his voice low, "This is the scent extracted from Lord Pamu's lower body...... I think you understand what that means. Although this is something we should not talk about, since my duty is to examine the body, I think I should know everything......"

Shekka nodded, his face a little pale.

"We get it. Thank you for informing, sir. I ...... with Mr. Moshi Will evaluate this matter. ”

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"It seems that Lord Pamu ...... Miss Dia," Shekha said to herself, drowning in anger and anguish, as she walked quickly down the corridor, "though he could have many wives, it is ...... that he should have sex with another woman in his fiancée's house."

Moshi grabbed Shekha's arm.

"What do you mean?"

What Mo Shi cared about at this time was definitely not the ups and downs of some dead people.

"What is Oria? is it a special word in this castle, or something very common, but I don't remember? Mr. Shekha, I'm not kidding, I really don't know what it is. Mo Shi really couldn't bear his confusion and ignorance, the feeling of being excluded and blinded by another language system - it was like a swarm of ants biting the heart.

Shekha stopped.

He wailed in pain and turned to make eye contact with the inexplicable amnesiac.

But seeing the other party's serious expression, he also had to become serious.

"Afaya, Oria, Beya," he spat out three nouns, "do you remember anything?"

Mo Shi chewed on the pronunciation of these three words and shook his head.

The wrinkle between Sheka's brows grew deeper and deeper: "Then, you at least remember which one you are, right?"

"What?"

Mo Shi was completely confused.

Is it race, is it birth class, is it geography?

"You smell like Beya. Shekka said, incredulous, "You really don't remember? You don't even remember if you're Bea? Well, then, at least you know you're male, right?"

"What?"

Is there a connection between the two?

"Mr. Moshi, we ...... Let's find a quiet place and don't talk in public. It's not a decent topic. ”