I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 105 Dating and Disputes

When Winfrey Morgan finished today's operation and walked into Little Anna's ward under the brilliance of the setting sun.

I saw my daughter was hugging a soft cloth doll with thick golden hair like Rapunzel in fairy tales, the exquisite music box on the bedside table was playing light and comfortable music, and she was gently coaxing the silver doll studded with diamonds on her head. Princess Snow White in the crown fell asleep.

He looked at the female nurse sitting next to him questioningly. The other party did not make a sound, but only mouthed a name——John Watson.

"It turns out that John... has a heart."

Winfreys nodded slightly. He didn't wake up his daughter, who was rarely enjoying a sweet dream. He just put the cake beside him, sat quietly on the seat beside the bed, and looked dotingly at the daughter who seemed to be sleeping with a smile. anna.

He smiled softly.

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Watson deliberately left before Winfrey arrived, just to avoid meeting him directly... to make his flattery seem less deliberate.

Sometimes gifts and favors do not necessarily require a direct meeting with the person concerned. Some relatives of the other party may be able to achieve better results if some sincerity is relayed...for example, through the other party's only family member, little Anna.

Now, all he had to do was wait for the appointment tomorrow night, so that Winfreys' disciple Clovite could witness the conflict between himself and Holmes, and pass the news of his imprisonment to the other party's church.

Let Winfreys, who was already touched by little Anna, find this suitable opportunity in time to rescue John, who was suffering from prison, and let his magnificent and bright image of saving the world be deeply engraved in the heart of this veteran officer. .

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At noon, Crowett woke up in the staff quarters behind the Crossroads Hospital.

Today is her holiday, and the rest of the church members have already started working in the hospital. At this moment, she is the only one in the entire dormitory building.

Croweite was humming a relaxing song while changing and washing. She was both excited and worried when she thought of the date tonight.

Which skirt should I wear?
Does Holborn serve French food?Will it taste bad?

I have never been to such a high-end restaurant as a customer, will I make a mistake?What is the etiquette of French dining?

Croweite looked at herself in the mirror, who looked a little pale because of the all-night cooking ritual materials, and wondered if she should put on some rouge?
But I heard from my mother that the ladies of the upper class never wear white clothes, nor do they wear red makeup... The skin of the upper class ladies is as white as natural ivory, and only those women from bad backgrounds will wear red rouge .

Well... if only my mother was still alive, I could ask her what things a girl should pay attention to when dating a gentleman... But it's always right to dress up well, right?

Clovet thought so, opened the drawer and took out a bottle of extracted nectar to drink, and then meditated on the secret scriptures of the heart, and the mental image lodged in the soul body squeezed out a faint vitality from the stomach, and rushed to her face, making the complexion naturally bright, rosy and lustrous.

She took out the relics left by her mother from the big wooden box under the bed, and there was a beautiful bright yellow satin dress hidden in it. In the past, her mother would only wear this beautiful dress on important occasions.

I liked this skirt when I was a child, and I always dreamed of wearing it when I grew up... But since my mother passed away, I haven't taken it out for a long time.

"Well, let's wear this skirt today, and let my mother accompany me to go on a date, and go to a high-society restaurant together."

Cloweett put on a new pair of leather high-soled shoes and stepped into the cab to Holborn's restaurant.

When the carriage stopped, she stood at the door and looked at the magnificent restaurant, looking at the gentlemen and ladies entering and leaving arm in arm, and unconsciously sighed in her heart: "Wow, they are so beautifully dressed! This place It's so beautiful! It turns out that this store is so beautiful when it's open during the day, but it's much more beautiful than when they close at night."

The waiter in front of the door noticed this lady in thin and rustic clothes, but with a pretty face and a very friendly face, and asked:
"Excuse me ma'am, do you have an appointment? What's your name?"

"Oh yes, my name is Croweette."

A doorman in a smart suit, or should he be a waiter?Immediately after hearing her words, she raised her head and smiled kindly.

"It turned out to be Miss Clovett. Mr. Watson has been waiting for you inside for a long time. Please follow me this way... Please be careful of the steps under your feet."

Clovet walked into the restaurant, her thin bright yellow satin dress seemed to sparkle under the candlelight in the restaurant, and the hem of the skirt sparkled with her steps... It seemed that she was more beautiful than her mother. Half a head tall, half of her fair calf is accidentally exposed when she walks around.

Following the guidance of the waiter, she soon saw Mr. John waiting in the lobby.

"Mr. John, sorry for the long wait."

Mr. John didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. Instead, he showed a joyful smile, got up and opened the seat for her immediately, and said, "It's okay, being late is the prerogative of beautiful ladies."

Hee hee hee Mr. John is such a gentleman, Clowell wanted to laugh out loud again, but she remembered that her mother said that ladies in high society would not laugh casually, so she pressed her lips tightly , suppressed a smile from creeping up the corner of his mouth, just nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Mr. John."

After the two were seated, Mr. John snapped his fingers deftly, and the waiter immediately brought the white wine that had been sobered up in advance.

Mr. John declined the waiter's kindness, and insisted on getting up and pouring lemon sherry for her... Well, it tastes really good, sweet.

Good wine makes people intoxicated. After a few glasses of pre-dinner wine, Clovette's pretty face is also stained with a beautiful blush, and even the smile in her eyes seems to be able to make people intoxicated.

As the foie gras mousse-crispy onion soup-smoked fish and aged steak-cheese dessert came on the table one after another and then retreated one after another, and the whiskey spirits after the meal filled their glasses. End this happy dinner with laughter and laughter.

Just as they were having a heated discussion, a man and a woman walked into the restaurant, which aroused discussions among the surrounding diners.

The lady is noble and cold, and the man is heroic and majestic. They seem to be a perfect pair of beauties.

Clovet leaned back against the door and did not witness this scene, but she keenly captured that Mr. John's expression turned dark in an instant, and a trace of embarrassment and discomfort flashed between his brows.

She also turned her head and looked towards the other party's line of sight, and saw the female detective Sherlock Holmes, who had recently become famous in London, and the new assistant next to the other party who took the place of Mr. John.

Her laughter also seemed to have stagnated.

The female detective didn't seem to notice them at all, and walked past their table silently without even looking at them, just like ignoring the weeds and sand on the street.

On the contrary, the young and vigorous assistant, looking at Mr. John's cloudy face and the cane placed beside the chair, showed a look of contempt, and even made sarcasm words in his mouth, disdainfully shook his head.

Croweite saw that Mr. John's fist holding the knife and fork was already clenched tightly, the knuckles between the fingers were a little white due to too much force, and the face that was a little red from alcohol had bulging veins... Wouldn't Mr. John do something stupid in public?

She wanted to put her hand on Mr. John's fist to appease his restless heart... But her sister's voice sounded in her head after a long absence, "Let go, let him do it boldly!"

Croweite didn't understand what her sister meant, "Why? In front of so many people... If Mr. John is really acting recklessly here, he will definitely be arrested and imprisoned for Scotland Yard, then we will be less in the future A parishioner?"

"Are you really such an idiot, or are you just playing dumb? Don't you understand that Mr. Winfreys doesn't really believe this cripple? He was once the assistant of that detective whore, and he once worked with the detective whore to destroy the The Sect of the Blade some time ago... If you really want this cripple to join the Sect, you should let him go and encourage him now, let him fight that bitch's assistant head-on!"

My sister continued to chatter in her mind, "The fiercer and more brutal they fight, the more exciting it will be... No, the more it will prove that the cripple has completely cut off contact with the bitch detective. Severe punishment for the lame man... that would be even more interesting."

Crowet shouted displeasedly in his heart: "Sister, why do you call Mr. John a cripple? Mr. John is my new friend. I don't allow my sister to say that about him!"

"Fuck—is this fucking the point?! The point is to get them to fight!!! The harder and harder the fight, the more it proves that the cripple—John didn't have a second heart, so that Mr. Winfreys Pull him into the sect!!!"

My sister's voice is both irritable and helpless, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh why When will we be able to separate the two of us!"

"But I don't think you're right, sister. Mr. John doesn't seem like such a reckless person...he's a real gentleman."

"I...you...well, I'm really convinced, I have nothing to say...You should hand over the control of your body to me, and I will do it myself."

"No, sister, Mr. Winfreys has specifically instructed me that unless he is present or in an emergency, I cannot hand over my body to you to control... Sister, you have both the appearance of a cup and the appearance of a moth." , if it is not controlled, it will definitely mess around, cause chaos, and cause unnecessary trouble for the church."

"..."

The elder sister was silent and silent, but Clovette still hasn’t chatted with her elder sister for a long time. Since her mother passed away, her elder sister has become more and more fierce and fond of swearing... But she knows in her heart that her elder sister is herself The only relative in this world.

"Sister, sister, why don't you talk? Did Clovite say the wrong thing? Don't be sad, just smile...Why don't you like to laugh, sister? Obviously there are so many interesting things in this world thing?"

"Smiling, laughing, laughing ass! I feel ashamed of you for laughing stupidly there all day long!!! Also, don't trust Winfreys so much, he is not good Things, I just want to experiment with the two of us. And the cripple opposite you, he must have malicious intentions, although I don't think it's because of our beauty, but he invited us to dinner today, he must have something Other intentions—”

"I can feel the madness hidden under that false smile...John Watson, this guy might be even scarier than Winfreys!"

"Scared?! No, I feel that Mr. John is very kind and a gentleman. I heard from little Anna that Mr. John is also very caring... Sister, are you reading it wrong? Is that little moth figure here again?" Are you talking nonsense?"

However, after my sister finished saying this, she really didn't make a sound... Well, maybe I was too tired from work last night, so my sister should go back to sleep.

The conversation between Crowett and her sister actually only took a few seconds. When she looked up, she saw that Mr. John was already taking a deep breath to calm down...Mr. John is obviously a very kind gentleman, not a religious order Why does my sister say that Mr. John is terrible?
"I'm sorry Miss Clovet, I lost my temper just now, let's continue the topic just now... Listen to Miss Clovet, you lived in a single-parent family when you were young, so your mother must have worked hard?"

"Yes, my mother used to work several jobs every day in order to support us. She had to go out early in the morning to work in the factory, and when she came back in the afternoon, she had to wash clothes for others. After dinner was ready, she would rest for a while. , in the middle of the night when everyone turns off the lights and rests, she will put on white and red performance makeup and strange performance costumes, saying that she is going to perform and dance in the bar, and let me stay at home by myself and close the doors and windows. The stranger opens the door."

However, after hearing what he said, Mr. John frowned, "Crowette, you said 'feed us'... But isn't your mother the only daughter?"

It was only then that Clovette realized that she seemed to have said something wrong. It was all because the wine was too expensive and delicious.

"Yes, my mother only has me as a daughter, but she needs to support me and my mother...that's what I mean by us."

"Oh, that's it. If I didn't know the situation, I almost thought that Miss Crowett had a sister or brother in your family?"

"Haha, no, no, my mother has only one daughter." Croweite smiled and waved her hands, but wiped the sweat in her heart... Phew, I almost gave up.

"Then Miss Clovet's mother is really an amazing lady, and she can raise Miss Clovet so well by herself—"

Before Mr. John finished speaking, a waiter who was carrying white mushroom milk soup suddenly staggered and fell down. The big pot of soup was all splashed on Mr. John’s head, and the thick white liquid flowed along the hair. The drops fell on his expensive-looking suit... But Cloweett could see clearly from the side that it was the female detective's assistant who stuck out her foot and tripped the waiter when passing by!
"Oh, I'm so sorry, it's all because I'm drunk—leg-feet-not-too-flexible! I accidentally tripped over the waiter, and let this pot of soup splash on the gentleman's only I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry, but I'll pay for the soup and the clothes."

The detective assistant said sorry, but the sarcasm in his words could be heard clearly by Clovette. Although Mr. John looked funny with the soup dripping down his face, she couldn't laugh. She felt a flame of anger burning in her heart... Maybe my sister was right, I should let her control my body!
Mr. John also noticed another layer of meaning in the detective assistant's words. He seemed to be unable to restrain the rage in his heart anymore, and there were violent veins on his forehead.

He had already grasped the sturdy cane with his right hand, stood up abruptly, and waved it towards the posturing detective assistant!

　The author wanted to speed up the plot but couldn't restrain Hai Hai's desire... I am about to officially join the secret religion, so I have to think about how to express the rituals in the game
　　
　
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