This is true for children, and don’t expect girls to have any good treatment. The church does not spend extra money on girls, otherwise the dean would not ask every family that takes away their unmarried mothers to pay for their place to take care of them. However, many people would rather refuse the care of the nuns, except Dreya. The girls do hard work every day rather than pay for their wages, and Manet knew where the money went.

Sometimes she thought that Mayor Morton was inspired by the monastery to collect taxes on every weather change in Bonfire Town.

Bonfire Town. She was caught off guard and remembered the gray sky of Venewards.

At this moment, the south of the Eastman Kingdom must be shrouded in the golden harvest moon and the bitter frost moon. The fields are golden and the forests are red, and only the eternal green veins are bleak pale. Generally, it will snow before the full moon night. The town of Bonfire will be earlier. There will be more business teams than usual, rushing into the bay like a colorful river. Guards will put on thick gloves. People will prepare for the extremely dark night, with fur dried, meat or air-dried, firewood piled in dry corners, and livestock wandering heads under the eaves. The most precious are various spices and wheat. Merchants will raise prices to a terrible level, and aquatic products will be almost extinct.

"Yes." She forced her thoughts to cut off her mind and let Bing Tianxue leave her mind. "They can speak some simple words, but there is nothing they can do if they have long sentences, and they don't understand most grammar."

"We have our own language, but my mother said that the first thing I learned was the common language." Little Lion muttered, "She was shocked."

The language of the lion. Manet thought to himself, maybe they are very difficult to speak.

"I said mother." Roma pinched her throat very sharply, "This is the common term. Then she said hunger, this is roaring, it is the language on the grassland. These are all told by my mother." Suddenly, Aiken grabbed a strand of her blond hair, and she giggled and scratched the baby's palm with the ends of her hair. A simple and straightforward desire burst out in her voice, which taught Manai to tremble all over.

She looked down at her son who was concentrating on playing, imagining the scene when he called for his mother. But she immediately realized that in two years he would call another woman and mother, and would have the chance to call her "father". She found that she didn't like this feeling of heart stinging, as if part of her life had been taken away, and the hole left behind was filled with cold wind and snow day and night. Even the northern scenery was full of flowers, it was difficult to warm her soul.

"Don't deceive yourself, Dorothy. You must love Aiken, but you don't realize it. There is no mother in this world who will not love children. He is connected with you and his soul is connected. His life is given by you, and his destiny is opened by you."

"I don't deserve to love him." Manet's tone was like chanting scriptures. "I am a sinner. I suffer myself."

Roma clenched his fists. "This is not right. There must be something wrong."

"You said Gaia was wrong. He was the kindest and most beautiful god among the gods. He took in sinners who were abandoned by society and gave us a place to live. I should thank Him." I should atone for my sins.

"But a kind God will not separate the mother and the child alive." Roma's voice suddenly raised.

"Please be quiet, Miss Roma" she felt a premonition of anger rising on the girl's body.

"Your God is lying, you are lying, why can't you admit that you love him? Why don't you dare to hug him? There are always people in this world who impose their wishes on their children, thinking they will understand. When Aiken grows up, if he asks who the person who took care of me when I was born, I really miss her, do you still think he will have a better life? Will you be ashamed of giving birth to a child?" The little lion glared at her, "Helen told me that witches advocate that people should rely on their will to change their destiny. Why don't you even have the courage to change the future, Dorothy"

"You don't understand"

"I don't understand, so I don't care about that much." Little Lion Head began to mess around, "I want you to be with Aiken. I want to bite the throat of that hateful old woman. I will burn the damn cemetery clean. I will do it like this, I will do whatever I want. When I turn those transfer books into ashes, I will see which idiot dares to sell Aiken to someone else."

"You've asked enough." Andrew said dissatisfied.

"This is far from enough compared to puzzles."

"What's wrong with this girl?"

"She is the third dead man, and was found not long ago at Gardner Reynolds' home. Oh, Gardner is Hobson's tobacco supplier, isn't I a bit of a gambler to say that?"

"It sounds like that." Wittke Interface.

"But in fact, the amount of tobacco he consumes in a day can account for about one-fifth of the entire dead corner alley. If this guy hadn't been a clear source, I would have doubted him as a mysterious creature that feeds on the leaves of air-dried plants. The reason is that he is selling these tobacco leaves with Gardner."

"How do you know how many tobacco leaves he has?" Andrew couldn't help but say.

"These profiteers are indeed unique in their way of storing contraband, but they can't escape Agathapollo's eyes." Miss Detective wanted to tell them about their discoveries in a modest tone, but now she was a little proud. "Let's go upstairs and see, don't you mind, Mr. Ferner."

"This is not the first time you've been here." The maintenance worker said coldly. He stood up while grinding his teeth.

The first room upstairs is Bertha Ferner's bedroom. The doors and windows of the room are closed, but when they open the door, they still feel a chill that comes to their faces. The temperature here seems to be lower than that of the downstairs, and at this moment it is noon when the temperature is rising, the two patrolmen shivered.

"The soul of your deceased wife will not stay here, right?" Wittke looked suspiciously, "I heard that she is a devout Gaia believer, and now she should go to the goddess's kingdom."

Andrew glared at him fiercely. "Don't talk nonsense."

"We've searched here." Picole reminded her.

"you"

"I searched the bedroom with Beal, but only found garbage and hitting tools." Picole had the support of his boss and did not give face to the repair master of the tower at all. "There was a bottle of spoiled therapeutic potion, which Ms. Bertha should have brought back from the medical department."

"Yes, but tobacco leaves have nothing to do with the treatment of medicine. She just wants to treat her wounds." However, there will always be new wounds. It's better to bring out a bottle of poison to relieve herself. Once and for all, Agatha didn't know what Bertha was thinking at the time, but she must be desperate.

"You have searched all over the place," said Ferner. "There are no amazing numbers of tobacco leaves."

"Sovero is not necessarily a tobacco leaf." The detective walked forward and opened the blood-stained makeup cabinet. There were bottles of different styles neatly placed inside, and the prices of the brands were very cheap. "It first appeared in liquid form, but later it was made into powder crystals. Now it was mixed with tobacco as an ingredient, and the appearance of extracting it was mostly changed." So it was reasonable for the patrolmen to not tell it. "Maybe the storage conditions have also changed, but it has the most obvious feature." She opened the bottle cap vigorously.

Just like poking a balloon, a torrent of magic gushed out of the small bottle, washing everyone's fire.

Agatha smiled and pressed the plug, and the room was silent. Andrew's expression was as cold as a tree trunk. Picole opened his mouth wide, and the bald man, Wittke, stepped back repeatedly, showing fear. The detective took all their performances and then spread his arms, meaning that he would find it.

Herodian horses neighed on the streets, but it is still unknown whether these flying creatures belong to horses. Perhaps the Ministry of Education will recommend adding new elective subjects to the tutorial, Agatha thought, they don't need to take the exam anyway.

The carriage roamed in the air and landed on the ground. The coachman coughed and collected the fees, then climbed off the frame to pick up his hat that was blown away by the wind. At this moment, the sun was so hot that he had to take off his face without the hat. An experienced veteran would not make such a mistake.

"I don't understand what you are doing at all, Miss Poirot. Is Andrew not Hobson's accomplice, why should he let him go?"

When he got off the carriage, Wittke almost fainted. He tripped on the stone steps, making a sound like a wooden barrel hitting a slab.

After Agatha found Sovero's hiding place more than ten minutes ago, Andrew Ferner's attitude changed drastically. He was neither angry nor denied. The maintenance officer stood in place with a calm expression, only one step away from the door, but had no intention of escaping or silence. "You have found treasures in my wife's cabinet." He explained in a plain manner.

"After the last search, we knocked down all the bottles." Picole found another suspicion. "Now they stood up on their own."

"So these cannot be Ms. Bertha's things, she had already returned to heaven at that time." Wittke stared at Andrew with a dim look. "Don't make excuses, Mr. Andrew, your trick has been exposed, and we'd better not waste our time."

"These are not mine." The maintenance maker was repeatedly stressing, as if she was a fool. "It was the things Hobson left in the house, and I just hid them so that you would not be suspicious of nonsense."

"Maybe the Truth Potion can prove your innocence. But do you believe this?"

""

He was still silent, and Agatha shook the makeup bottles one by one, and the range of movement made people wonder if she wanted to observe whether there would be bubbles inside. "These things are not purity," she commented. "It is said that the real potion Sovero is as bright as molten gold, but it has a little light green inside, and it seems that it is not easy for you."

But the maintenance teacher was furious in an instant.

"What do you know, a woman?" He roared and grabbed the door frame, and the wood moaned in his hand. "You see Gunther, that idiot, he is still daydreaming, right? This guy is full of lies. He is a bird of a feather with Hobson. I tell you, that woman is weak and incompetent, and she dare not betray me until she dies."
Chapter completed!