After saying goodbye to Adrian, they went out to the left side of the park, a long way away, where there was not even a single carriage nearby.

Mill told Vincent that this time he must find a brand new carriage, and that it must not be like the previous one, which is extremely tattered, and that the runaway coachman is not responsible at all.

Vincent had walked almost several intersections, and he hadn't even seen a carriage, and Mir was stumped by his request.

He remembered what Mill had said to himself in the priest's house - I have a very important task here, would you like to try it?

Vincent agreed without even thinking about it, thinking that this matter was not difficult in the first place, he raised his head and looked up at the lightning and thunder ghost weather and said, "Damn! This is a difficult task, and it is an impossible task. ”

He stood at a narrow intersection, quietly closing his eyes and praying that he would let the carriage appear in front of the intersection.

It didn't take long for a brand-new carriage to appear in front of him, and he hurried over and said, "Hey, man, stop." ”

The coachman looked at Vincent with a blank face, and he drove Vinson with the whip in his hand and said, "Hey! Please stay away from the carriage. ”

Vincent looked inside the carriage, and he looked through the clean windows, where the partial decoration of the carriage seemed to meet Mir's requirements.

By the window of the carriage sat a woman with pale blonde hair, her hair was thick and luxuriant, she sat with her back against the window, Vincent could see her white and smooth neck, wearing a very ornate necklace, Vincent observed in her gestures, her temperament showed the elegance of the French aristocracy.

"Miss Noble?" Vincent muttered to himself.

Vincent couldn't think of a better way, he had been looking for it for a long time, and he didn't want to let the carriage go.

Only this carriage could be ridden by Mir, and he could try to convince the noble lady as long as he did not dislike them.

"Hey, listen, I'm the secretary of the esteemed Mr. Detective Edward, and my chief is a friend of Inspector Louie." Vincent made his identity known, and in the French district, the prominence of his identity seemed to be a little simpler than the verbose language.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Detective, and I don't know what you're talking about, Inspector Louie, I'm sorry sir, please get out of the way, we need to hurry." The coachman's attitude became much softer.

"Wait a minute, Rose." The woman turned sideways and opened the window and said, "Sir, please come up." ”

Before getting into the carriage, Vincent told the coachman that he was going to pick up a Mr. Detective from the street in the park in front of him, and then move on to the next location.

Vincent sat across from the woman, and when he looked up at the woman, he was mesmerized, her graceful headdress, with her extremely pink and shiny skin, like an unripe peach.

Her eyebrows were like the young leaves of a cypress tree, her black hair was extremely long, and her large light brown eyes were like clean and neat glass, shining with enthusiasm.

The woman's pale green skirt is embroidered with delicate lace, the design of the dress is very layered, and she wears a golden bracelet around her neck.

Vincent looked at her cheeks and lowered her head, smiled and introduced: "Hello, beautiful young lady, my name is Vincent Junier, and I am from St. Louis. ”

"Hello, my name is Matilda Bertie, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Junior." She said.

Vincent had never seen such a charming girl, and if he didn't consider his origin and family, then Vincent would definitely pursue her.

Vincent thought that he could first try to be Miss Matilda's bosom friend, so that Mademoiselle would not go against the wishes of the family, at least to some extent, he would need to show his gentlemanly character, so that he could be favored by Mademoiselle Matilda.

Vincent had just stood up and was about to bow deeply to Matilda, but he was unable to stand still because of the speed and bump of the carriage, and he nearly fell.

His embarrassment was seen by Matilda, who covered her mouth and snickered, her eyes showing a crescent.

"I'm sorry, Miss Matilda." Vincent said honestly as he sat down in his chair.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and Matilda turned her head to look at the handsome man standing outside the window, and she was completely caught in the man's azure eyes.

She exclaimed, "There is such a beautiful man in this world, I can't help myself. ”

Vincent jumped out of the carriage, and after a brief chat with Mir, they quickly entered the carriage together.

"Miss Matilda, this is Mr. Detective Edward whom I mentioned." Vincent said.

Mill stood up and bowed deeply and said, "Hello, beautiful young lady, I am sorry to disturb you. ”

"Hello, Mr. Detective Edward, where are you going?" Matilda asked coquettishly.

"Go to the New Orleans Inn, thank you Miss Matilda for being with you all the way." Mill said with another bow.

Faced with Mademoiselle Matilda's extravagant dress, Mill guessed that the beautiful girl in front of him was a French aristocratic lady, and he did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

"Let's go, Rose, take a better route to the New Orleans Hotel." Matilda opened the window and said.

Rose replied, "Yes, Miss Matilda." ”

The carriage turned around and drove smoothly down the path, but Matilda's eyes remained on Mir.

She observed Mir's strong body and Mir's soft brown hair, and although she had been obsessed for a long time, she saw the figure of another woman in Mir's deep eyes, and saw that there was a holy aura around her.

Matilda fantasizes that if Detective Edward had no crush on him, she would be desperate to follow him, and she would even abandon her aristocratic status and be with Detective Edward.

Matilda had sneaked out this time, and she had come to New Orleans to relax, because she didn't want to be oppressed by her father to get married.

Until Mir appeared, she wanted to get close to Mir, but she didn't know how to speak.

Vincent was very annoyed to see Matilda neglect him, and he had to admit that the chief was very good.

"Sir, I'm going to visit the priest tomorrow, how many maids do I need to arrange for him?" He now wanted to get Matilda's attention, and turned to Mir to ask.

"Four, it's better to make their division of labor clearer." Mill said.

Vincent stood up and bowed deeply to Mir and said, "Thank you, sir, for sending me more difficult assignments in the future. ”

Mir looked at Vincent with a strange gaze, and Vincent made an inexplicable large bow, which was very funny.

Mir didn't know why Vincent had become such a gentleman, he glanced at Matilda, and saw her shyly smile, and he seemed to understand Vincent's thoughts.