Volume 1 The Road to Rise Chapter 022 Midnight Female Guest

Nock went downstairs and strolled through the moonlit courtyard.

Tonight is the New Moon, and Lady Aimei Crescent has personally covered the courtyard of the monastery with a silver veil.

Let the trees and weeds in the garden dance in the night breeze in new clothes.

Nock listened to the "rustling" dance of the grass and tree elves in his ears, and his mood became inexplicably happy.

Miss Autumn has been in England for too long, and after harvesting a basket of gold, it's time to get ready to leave.

Otherwise, if the winter girl comes to work, she will have to pull again, and then the stingy winter girl will be in a hurry and shed tears, and it will be them who will suffer.

Nock silently counted the family's savings, and felt that it was time to prepare winter clothes for the family.

After all, Winter Girl likes to be close to those who are thinly dressed, and always likes to invite them to her home.

It's still the kind that never goes back, and the enthusiasm is unbearable.

At the very least, Nock said he didn't want to be treated with such enthusiasm.

"Huh? It's so late and there are still people visiting! ā€

As soon as he stepped into the front yard, Nock noticed the fluctuations after the magic trap he had set on the gate was triggered.

Looking up, there was another mysterious visitor in a cloak, hovering in front of the gate.

It's a familiar scene.

Why use an "and"?

Nock thought unconsciously.

"Good night, this honorable guest, Holy Lord's blessing, you would venture out at night, and here is the priest here, Nock Lane, I wonder what can be of any service to you?"

Nock walked briskly towards the door, starting to get into business as he went.

Dry business, Nok cooked!

"Ahh

A frightened and delicate exclamation, the person who came turned out to be a lady.

Nock was even more curious now.

Seeing the frightened lady take a few steps back in fear, almost retreating into the street, Nock hurriedly spoke.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, honorable lady, I didn't expect to scare you, are you okay? Please come in and sit down, it's windy outside. ā€

Nock quickly flicked open an inconspicuous pendant on the door, closed the magic trap, and opened the door.

An invitation was sent to the female guest outside the door.

The female guest outside the door calmed down from her shock after discovering that it was a handsome young man who had opened her mouth to speak to her.

Then, with hooked eyes, he watched the young face of the Crescent Moon Lady shine on it, and was stunned.

Waist-length silver hair, radiating the same brilliance as the moonlight, as if it itself was the work of the Crescent Lady.

Tied into a bunch of ponytails and hung casually on the back, adding a bit of laziness to the youth.

The golden eyes, even the night can not hide their brilliance, deep and intoxicating.

Under the firm nose is a pair of seductive thick lips, which makes people want to taste it carefully.

With a slight curvature.

This smile alone is enough to enchant the women.

"Ma'am? This lady? ā€

Nock didn't seem to know the lethality of his appearance to women, and looked at the female guest in a daze, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and shake it in front of the other party's eyes, calling the other party softly.

"Huh? Yes! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I think things are a little distracted. ā€

The female guest, who was intoxicated by Nock's handsome face, was ashamed of her inability to extricate herself just now.

She is also a well-informed woman who has read countless men, how could she sink under the face of this young man in front of her at a glance?

Nock didn't care about the woman's gaffe.

Nock, who doesn't know anything about men and women, thinks that women are in trouble and is troubled.

Isn't it Nock's job to solve doubts and troubles for believers?

Under Nock's guidance, the two arrived at the room where Lillian had received Sherlock.

This is the reception room used by the monastery since Father John.

The oil lamp in the room was lit with a fire breaker along the way, and in the dim light, the female guest untied her cloak and revealed her face.

A green silk hair was casually tied in a bun by the woman, and a strand of undisciplined hair was naughtily hung on the right ear, swaying gently with the shaking of the woman's head.

Under a pair of beautiful water wave eyebrows, there is a pair of black peach blossom eyes, which makes people look at the ape.

Under the standard British nose shape, there is a bright "M" red lip.

With that square face with clear water chestnuts, this is a proper British beauty.

Judging from the dress, this beauty is already a lady, no longer a girl.

It's a pity.

It's just that this beauty has a little uneasiness on her face, and there is a little apprehension in her expression.

Nock glanced at the lady's outfit a few times.

The half-sleeved loroco-style lady dress, which was popular half a century ago, was made of rare satin and cotton in addition to the usual linen. (Note 1)

Linen is easy to say, but silk, which comes from the mysterious East, is expensive, comparable to gold.

Generally, it is only supplied to the aristocracy, and of course, wealthy merchants with access can also buy it.

Those who can wear clothes of this kind of fabric are either rich or expensive.

It's a status symbol.

It seems that this lady's background is not simple.

"Your honorable lady, you may be seated. Not sure how we can help you? ā€

Nock stood across from the noblewoman, stretched out his hand to sit down, and asked about the other's intentions.

After the lady sat down, she glanced at Nock in embarrassment, and said hesitantly: "Well, I have a little trouble and want to ask the priest here, can you please invite the priest out?" ā€

When Nock heard it, it was obvious that he had introduced himself before, but people didn't listen to it.

He had no choice but to smile again and introduce himself to the beautiful lady.

"Oh, beautiful lady, in the lower woods, it is none other than the priest here, Nock Lane. If you don't mind, you can call me Nock, or Father Lane. ā€

The lady didn't seem to have expected that the handsome young man in front of her was actually the priest she was looking for.

Embarrassed, he opened his mouth to apologize: "I'm very sorry, I didn't expect you to be an admirable priest at such a young age." ā€

Nock waved his hand, not caring and said, "It's nothing, it's a misunderstanding caused by not wearing a god robe, not your problem, madam." ā€

After saying that, Nock also laughed at himself: "It seems that he is not as famous as he imagined." ā€

Nock really didn't expect that there were still people in England who didn't know about the rumors about him and the Abbey.

After all, it is the only remaining abbey and church in England that belongs to the Holy Church.

It seems that in ten years, people have forgotten the former overlord of faith.

When the lady heard Nock's self-deprecation, she hurriedly flattered Nock politely, saying that she was lonely and unheard, not that Nock was not good enough.

After casually saying some polite words, Nock felt that the lady in front of him was no longer nervous, and turned the topic back to business again.

"Beautiful lady, I wonder what I can do for you?"

It's not that Nock is unkind, it's that the bell tower in the distance has struck nine times in a row, and time is running out until midnight.

For the safety of the lady in front of her, it is better to get things done as soon as possible and send her away.

Otherwise, when midnight comes, so will danger.

The lady obviously remembered her intentions, and hurriedly expressed her intentions.

"Oh, honorable priest, it's not good for me. First of all, I am Anna Atro Holmes, the wife of Ford Holmes and the aunt of Sherlock Holmes. ā€

When Nock heard this, the smile on his face suddenly retracted, and his gaze at Anna changed from admiration to wariness.

Nock said coldly, "Oh, I wonder what Lady Holmes is doing by night? As I remember, I have already made it clear to the young Mr. Sherlock Holmes that we do not welcome the Sherlock Holmes here. Could it be that Madame also came to trouble our convent? ā€

Anna was shocked by Nock's aggressiveness, and quickly waved her hand to explain, "Please don't get me wrong! I'm not here to find trouble! Instead, I'm here to apologize to you, Father Priest, on behalf of my nephew Sherlock! ā€

As she spoke, Anna stood up directly, faced Nock, lifted the hem of her skirt, lowered her head, and squatted deeply.

Nock didn't expect Mrs. Holmes to apologize to herself with such formal etiquette, and was almost blinded by the snow-white headlights in front of her. (See Note 1)

"Madame, please get up, don't dare to be here."

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling man, putting aside his identity, and asking an elder who is older than him to apologize to him for a proper salute, which makes Nock, who has always flaunted integrity, feel terrified.

What's more, people are here to apologize, this apology is full of sincerity, what else can Nock be dissatisfied with.

But Anna is very stubborn, she feels that she is here to apologize, how can she get up without the other party's forgiveness?

Therefore, she looked up and looked at Nock with misty peach blossom eyes.

He lightly lifted his lips and said, "Father Lane, I am very sincere in apologizing to you on behalf of my nephew. He was young and ignorant, and if he offended the priest in any way, he asked him to forgive him. Anna took all the punishment for him, and as long as the priest could forgive Sherlock, I would bear anything! ā€

Nock looked at the stubborn lady and had to bend down to help Anna.

Unexpectedly, Nock bent down and smelled a faint fragrance.

Nock couldn't help but take a deep breath and capture the fragrance into his nose.

What kind of smell is this, it smells so good, that Nock can't help but want to immerse himself in this fragrance.

"Ah, it smells so good."

The intoxicated Nock couldn't help but blurt out.

Nock's words made Anna's face burn when she saw all this, and she shy back back, avoiding Nock's hands reaching out to help her.

But she couldn't scold Nock for such an abrupt behavior, after all, she could see that Nock was an unintentional mistake.

Fortunately, Nock also noticed the change in Anna, and realized that the fragrance he smelled came from Anna's body.

I don't know if it's the incense powder she used, or if it's ......

No way! Can't think about it anymore!

Nock shuddered, flustered at his gaffe.

Nock awkwardly stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. ā€

Anna also got up: "It's okay, I'm also at fault." ā€

The two sat down again with embarrassment, and for a while they were embarrassed to speak first, so they could only look left and right to eliminate the embarrassing atmosphere.

[Note 1: Loroco clothing was a popular European clothing style in the 18th century. It is commonly found in the medieval style of European and American film and television dramas. Therefore, the author quotes into the background of the story in the book, and then there are Gothic styles and styles such as suits and evening dresses. Luo Luo Ke clothing, which the author believes is the most in line with the clothing of the aristocratic ladies in the book, in addition to the slimming accident, also highlights the hotness of the figure, which is particularly eye-catching. In line with the feminine style of the background portrayed in the book. What man could refuse the opportunity to observe and learn about car lights? O(∩_∩)O怑