"Please wait, Madame hasn't gotten up yet, and it will take a while to go downstairs!"

Led by a squire in a beautiful uniform, Karl came to a small living room to wait for Lady Loris.

The aristocracy was nocturnal creatures, fond of all-night feasts, dances, and revelries, leaving the bright sunshine for sweet sleep and leisurely afternoon tea. Except for the aristocratic ladies who have not yet left the cabinet, they need to get up on time every morning, freshen up and eat breakfast, and the married ladies have the small privilege of sleeping lazily and even eating breakfast in bed.

Carl sat down on the sofa, the velvet veneered sofa was soft and elastic, as soon as he sat down, he felt that the suede was sinking, and at the same time his body was sinking, but at the same time he was quickly dragged by a stretch, as if he was wrapped in something soft, that is, comfortable and warm.

Lady Loris will have to wait a little longer, and while she waits, Karl will have time to admire the beautiful living room.

Carl had been to this parlor yesterday, but the splendid decorations, the bright and dazzling crystal chandeliers, and the various richly dressed guests attracted his attention, so that he had no chance to observe and taste it in detail.

Now it seems that the hall is very large, and the four walls are hung with tapestries embroidered with the ancient myth of Ash, the goddess of war with an eagle's crown, Horus, who separates the blue sea and holds the sun high to welcome the story of the mother earth goddess Medis, who rises from the abyss.

Next to the frescoes on the left and right sides of the living room are staircases with red carpets and gilded handrails, which lead up to the second floor. The exquisitely carved gilded railing, because of the slightly older age, the appearance of the gilded is not too dazzling, but against the background of the red marble staircase, there is a low-key luxury and vicissitudes of connotation.

On the other side of the living room, there is a small airy living room that leads to the large living room where yesterday's ball was held. These living rooms are all adorned with precious drapery or bohemian tassel-style embroidery and exotic oriental tapestries. It is dotted with masterpieces by famous painters of all ages, from epic myths full of romantic fantasy, to beautiful and tranquil rural landscapes, to elegant and prosperous court life, to personal portraits and still life sketches. The signatures of these paintings are all artists who have been funded and sponsored by the mermaid family, and their names alone are enough to make visitors hold their breath and give birth to infinite admiration and reverence, and deeply worship the greatness of art and the profound heritage of the mermaid family.

While Karl was admiring the tapestries on the four walls with great interest and admiring the beautiful paintings by the famous historians, Lady Loris gracefully walked down the second floor.

She wore a pale blue cashmere dress with a simple corset, which vividly showed her slender figure and full breasts.

Her arms and chest were exposed, only the neckline and short-sleeved cuffs were lightly inlaid with a layer of white lace. Her long towering hair was not deliberately tied into a complicated bun, but hung down like waves on the back of her head, as beautiful and dazzling as flowing clouds.

"My dear friend, how was your rest last night?"

Mrs. Lorisy smiled and greeted in a soft voice.

"Good morning, ma'am!"

Lady Loris's eyes seemed to speak, with a kind of tenderness and coquettishness. Even if it's just a lazy smile, the slightly upturned corners of the mouth seem to have a rich meaning, as if it is deliberately revealing or hiding something.

Karl put his hand on his breast, bowed slightly, and saluted like all gentlemen to noblewomen, and then stepped forward quickly, and gently took Lady Loris's right hand as she descended the last step, and kissed her lightly on the back of her hand.

"Dear Madam, thank you for your attention to me!"

Karl first expressed his gratitude and respect to Mrs. Loris, and then said in a regretful tone: "It's just that I'm afraid I'm going to live up to your trust and value and bring you some trouble!"

"Oh!"

Mrs. Loris's eyes wandered, and she did not speak, but walked gracefully to the coffee table, sat down on the sofa covered with soft velvet cushions, and then smiled and looked at Carl with interest, and said a little pretentiously.

"My dear friend, what kind of trouble have you caused me? Was it that you had slept in the boudoir of a lady or lady last night, and then were accidentally discovered by their jealous husband or father, and were so angry that they wanted to duel you! Or was one of your lovers accidentally pregnant and needed to be accommodated and dealt with as soon as possible?"

"Ahem, ahem!"

Mrs. Loris's teasing made Carl a little speechless. Why did Lady Loris think of all this nonsense when he mentioned trouble, and was so skillful at it, could it be that the poets and artists she had sheltered before were the most skilled at doing these things?

"No, it's neither!"

Carl, who felt burdened by his peers, couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but to be honest, most of the artists and poets in this year are as romantic as Levi and Franco, and each guy has a bunch of romantic debts behind him. After accidentally soaking in someone who shouldn't be soaked and getting into big trouble, it is normal and natural to ask for help from your protector.

"Ma'am, my troubles are much more serious?"

Karl drew a line with this with a serious face, and said, "Madam, I just escaped from the pursuit of the church!"

"The church?"

Mrs. Loris's narrow smile suddenly disappeared, and she changed to a serious and surprised expression, and asked, "The church is hunting you down?"

"Yes!"

Karl nodded and said, "This morning, not long after I left home, I was having breakfast at the Copper Kettle Tavern, when a black-robed priest with two Radiant Knights and two Inquisition Night's Watchmen broke in, saying that someone had reported me as a follower of the Old Gods......"

Karl told him what had happened this morning, as it was. Lady Loris's brow furrowed as she listened.

After listening to Karl's account, Mrs. Loriss did not speak, but pondered for a moment and shook the bell.

"Madam, what do you command?" asked an old butler in a black uniform as he approached him.

"You go to St. Loren's Cathedral and ask Bishop Filch if anything happened this morning. ”

When Mrs. Loris had finished instructing the butler, she turned her head and looked at Karl with a smile, not continuing the subject, but chatting with Karl as if nothing had happened, about the story of the Mermaid and the Iliad, which he had written yesterday, about literature and art, about poetry and painting.

Of course, Carl understood Mrs. Loris's aristocratic calm and elegant posture, and he was not in a hurry, but worked hard to search for the memories in his mind, combined with the insight and knowledge in the other world, and chatted with Mrs. Lorisy very harmoniously.

Soon, the waiters served exquisite breakfast and morning tea, thinly sliced queen bread, golden fried eggs, fragrant shortbread and pies, a wide variety of jams and fresh fruits, as well as butter, cheese, honey, milk, coffee, milk tea, juice, etc., although they were common foods, but they were very rich, and even in this day and age they were enough to be called luxurious.