Tonight's 13th Avenue is particularly lively, and everything that happened on this street the night before has been spread for two days, attracting too many guests to come and seek the truth.

There are as many versions of the so-called "truth" as there are on Thirteenth Street, but after all, the matter about Daisy involves the head of the Church of Light, and everyone is taboo, but there are too many rumors about Count Bayonne, and everyone says it as if they have seen Lord Count in person.

"I was looking out of my window into the street, and the Earl passed by my window, and he was like a light in the darkness, illuminating me......."

"I always thought that Lord Count Bayonne was a fat man, but when I saw him, I realized how charming he was, oh...... It's as charming as a guest, hehehe!"

At the tea table, in the playroom, and by the wine cabinet, there are women dancing with their eyebrows and guests who are fascinated by the listening, and the exclamations and laughter from time to time interpret how wonderful these processed "stories" are.

"Bell"

The bell of the bell tower rang ten times, and the noisy Thirteenth Avenue suddenly fell silent, and after a few moments, the neat chant began to float in the night sky.

All the Fengyue Pavilions were temporarily closed, and all the Fengyue women no longer greeted the guests, and all knelt in front of the window reverently, injecting the gratitude and expectation in their hearts into the song.

The bustards had explained to their guests in advance that from now on, the night prayer chant of Thirteenth Street would become a common practice, in memory of Daisy, the brave and handsome Earl, and the pious gesture of gratitude to the Church of the Dawn for their mercy to these miserable women.

All the guests understood the actions of these women, and even felt that their money was worth it, and those women who prayed sincerely had a temperament that they could not buy with their money.

It is no longer the lowliness of flattery, nor is it the weakness of submissiveness, but a kind of strength exuded because of the love and persistence of life.

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At four o'clock in the morning, Susan was awakened by a gentle knock on the door, and she quickly got up from her little bed, put on her old coat, carefully picked up the bouquet of flowers that had been arranged yesterday, and opened the door and walked out into the corridor.

Several women had already gathered in the corridor, and the boss lit a glass lantern, counted the number of people, and led them out of the gate of "Spring Sayuri".

At four o'clock in the morning, there were quite a few people on Thirteenth Street, all of them holding bouquets of flowers in their hands like Susan and the others, and hurriedly walked in the direction of Lutesia Street.

These people are competitors to "Spring Sayuri", and if they had met like this in the past, a scolding war would have been inevitable, and maybe they would have tore each other apart, and then compare who has the most hair and the least blood marks on their faces, so as to decide which side the victory belongs to.

But today they had no intention of competing, and even several bosses nodded to each other and said hello, just like ordinary neighbors.

Susan's clothes were a little thin, and it was a little difficult to walk in the cold winter night, but the gratitude in her heart supported her, so that she did not feel much pain, but had some hope.

She had a bouquet of flowers in her bosom, which she was to offer to Lord Count Bayonne along with the women around her, and this was the only time that a person of her stature could give flowers to Lord Count.

Although her bouquet of flowers is not a precious potted variety, a wild lily that can grow stubbornly with a little rain and a little warmth, it is the most important thing in her cottage, and watching the little wildflower grow a little bit every day, Susan feels that she can live as stubbornly as she is.

"Susan, are you hungry?"

Lana, who was next to her, saw Susan's neck curled and asked her gently.

"Sister Lana, I'm not hungry, my boss gave me a bowl of oatmeal before I went to bed last night!" Lana hurriedly shook her head and said with satisfaction.

In the past, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old handyman like Susan was the lowest person in the Fengyue Pavilion, and there was no guarantee that he could eat two meals a day, and he could drink a bowl of oatmeal porridge before going to bed, which was simply something that only happened in a dream.

"Okay! The boss is a good guy now!"

Dolly, the boss who was leading the way with a lantern in front, heard Lana's words, turned around and scolded angrily: "Lana, what do you mean I'm a good person now? I'm not a good person before?"

"The boss used to be a good person, but now he's a better person, okay?"

Lana is not scared of Dolly at all, she is the top girl of "Spring Sayuri", "Spring Sayuri" is just an ordinary Fengyue Pavilion, just pointing to Lana's top card to support the scene! Dolly usually has to give her three points.

"Hmph, you vampires, eat me and wear me, and in the end you still scold me in your heart, thinking I don't know?"

Dolly snorted and turned her head and continued to walk forward, it was not easy to be an old bustard, not only to get more money from the pockets of the guests, but also not to let the girls be too wronged, but also to avoid the dangerous guests who were disgusting, the sourness of which only she knew.

But the days ahead should be much better, the Xiguang Church built a new church on the 13th Street, and today the foundation was laid in one day, and I secretly asked the Xiguang believers who had built it, and they actually wanted to build the church within three days.

A church was built in three days, or was it built on Thirteenth Street, can the girls on the street be regarded as Xiguang believers in the future?

The city hall has also issued a new "Regulations on the Management of Special Practitioners", which clearly stipulates the various rights that Fengyue women have, and there will never be any bullying by some people who can't get on the stage in the future.

As for those big shots, if you want them to bully you, you have to be of sufficient grade and qualifications.

From a dancer to the current boss, Dolly still has a clear ability to analyze the essence of some things, and this time the change in the living environment of Thirteenth Avenue is inseparable from a key person - Count Bayonne.

The Church of Light issued a notice yesterday, confirming the fact that a bandit pretended to be a monk of the church to commit murder in "Rose Love" and was killed on the spot by Count Bayonne, but Dolly and others knew that Brummer, and the truth of the facts could not stand scrutiny at all.

It was Count Bayonne who did that caused the Church of the Dawn and His Majesty the King to make unprecedented gifts to them in the past two days. Several clever people on Thirteenth Street secretly decided that it was not so much the mercy of the Church of Twilight and His Majesty the King as it was a disguised proof of the wronged Count Bayonne.

So last night, a colleague met to go to the Marquis de Lorraine Palace on Lutecia Street to offer flowers, and she immediately agreed and supported, for so many years, a big nobleman who treats a chick as a human being, is just such a person, not to mention offering her beloved potted flowers, she has done this kind of thing twice in her dreams.

It's a pity that it was a dream after all!

The whole thirteenth avenue is very long, there are hundreds of Fengyue Pavilion, and when Dolly and her girl walked from one end to the other, hundreds of people had gathered, plus some who left early or got up late, and the women who were going to the Marquis of Lorraine today were afraid that there were thousands of people.

Most of them are on foot, and the carriage is a means of transportation that only those such as "Rose Love" and other high-class Fengyue Pavilion can afford, and more bustards are actually a little better than the top girls, and they are trying their best to save some money before retirement, so as not to sleep on the streets.

Thousands of people walked silently on Nasser Street in the early hours of the morning, hundreds of lanterns flickering to guide them forward, a group of women who made a living from special businesses, and now they had the appearance of a pilgrimage procession.

When the patrol of the police station saw them, they did not come forward to inquire again, after all, there had already been such a wave last night, and some good-hearted patrols also sent them a while to deter those unscrupulous elements that might exist in the dark.

Susan and the others finally walked to Lutesia Street, the old street was not wide, and thousands of people suddenly poured in, which seemed to be lively.

"What's going on?"

The team in front suddenly stopped leaving, and Dolly, who took the lead, could only stop.

"I....... I smelled broth and toast. ”

Susan shrugged her nose and whispered to Lana next to her.

"You know how to eat!"

Lana shrugged her nose as well, catching the nerve-stimulating scent of the cold wind.