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Look at that little boy called Moss or Boss or something, I heard he's been doing odd jobs for money since he was six.

She is going to be an adult soon...

Luria felt the huge social pressure. Didn't you see that Sasha, who was half a head shorter than her, was working hard?

"En." Sasha nodded noncommittally, took out a piece of paper from the desk to fill in for a moment, handed it to Luria and said, "Although you are different, you have to start from scratch like everyone else, and hand the form to Dorothy Ruth, she'll take care of everything for you...it's great to see you again."

Loria responded with a big smile: "Me too, it's great to see you."

"Exactly, Flora will soon..."

Before Sasha finished speaking, Luria jumped up, shouted goodbye, turned and ran away.

"It hasn't changed at all." Sasha smiled and shook her head, looking at the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, she didn't know what she was thinking about.

After Loria walked away, she suddenly asked, "Iris, are you there?"

"Oh, yes."

A female voice responded from the spacious office, which was empty except for Sasha, "I knew you had something to ask me, and I've been waiting."

"What happened at that time?" Sasha tried to look in the direction of the voice, but didn't know where to look. "Before the Holy Land fell, the guards on the outside couldn't enter."

When Angus returned to the Holy Land, Loria had disappeared.

Thinking of this, Sasha Bronte frowned deeply, "The people who were supposed to protect her were all distracted by various accidents... What happened?"

"It's a scary thing." A small statue of a goddess suddenly appeared on Sasha's desk, and Iris' voice came from it, "That thing distorted the time and space around me. I wanted to stop it, but I only saw it. It was white, and then it was beaten to the ground... Sorry, I am obviously the person in charge of protecting the little baby, but she was trapped in the gap by that thing, and she suffered a lot... I want to be with her Talk to her, tell her not to cry, not to be afraid, but I am too weak and have lost my body, as long as I appear in front of her, I will be hurt by her uncontrollable power."

Iris has also experienced the long and lonely despair.

Even if Luria can't see anything abnormal now as before, maybe she will feel scared subconsciously, right?

Should be?

"How can I blame you." Sasha buried her face in her palms and said after a while: "Although I don't know how you did it...But if it wasn't for you, she would definitely not be able to return to reality...Thank you, still Reese."

Sasha could tell that there was no trace of the baptism of time on Luria's body, just like the young her hundreds of years ago.She is too young, regardless of knowledge or experience, although she has good potential, she is still too young.

For people like them, 15 years can't grow up at all-even though they have locked her in the church, persecuted her, and wanted her to accelerate her growth.

She should have continued to receive nearly a hundred years of education in the church, but she traveled through time and appeared hundreds of years later.

"When I was wandering in nothingness, I saw an interesting dream." Iris's voice became a little deeper, "A very special little girl. I rescued her, and guided her in the dream, guided her. She came to save our little baby, amazing! She really managed to open a gap...but I couldn't influence Loria, so I had to guide the little girl to snatch away the statue that entrusted my soul hahaha, Lori Ya was really pissed off... There was some timing error, but she was finally brought out of that horrible place."

There are also some mistakes in the position, Iris thought, but fortunately, when she was the weakest, Loria still had many good treasures on her body.

"Thank you, Iris."

"It's nothing, it's what adults should do to protect children... But I'm going to have a good night's sleep, good night."

This sleep may take a long time.

Iris's voice is getting lower and lower, she is really tired after wandering in the dreamland for 300 years.

Loria, you are never alone.

Chapter 84 No. 23 Park Road

On the first day of autumn, the choking fog that permeated the entire city was blown away by the howling wind last night.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the night patrolman Jerome arrived at his off-duty time. He walked east along the Park Road and knocked on the doors of every house.

No. 21 and No. 22 are all well-regulated middle-class residences. The houses try to squeeze the garden space as much as possible, so that the poor garden looks like a small piece of lettuce sticking out from the two ends of the burrito.

A little bit of green anyway, barely enough to plant a tree on either side - houses along the street are similarly designed, but not for lack of aesthetic reasons.

Instead, it reveals the cunning of the landlord—by reducing the occupied area, a two-story single-family house with eight rooms only needs to pay Class D property tax to the city government.

As for the lack of greenery?It doesn't exist, this is Park Road.

Immediately to the south of the street is the royal domain, the vast green lake and the royal park - although you can't use it, you can see it.

What's more, it was the edge of the royal family's territory, and there were not many people to be seen throughout the year...except for the gardeners employed by the royal family who occasionally came to trim the garden and lawn.

Rounding up, it is equivalent to the queen spending money to repair the green space in front of your house.By the way, the royal guards are still watching the streets for you.

Therefore, the rent of houses on this unremarkable road is not cheap.

After passing No. 22 Park Road, the street suddenly turned to the southeast, passing through the royal territory, dividing a corner of the Royal Park.

No. 23, which took advantage of the queen to the extreme, is located on the north side of the path, surrounded by countless bay leaves and laurel trees, like an independent forest cabin.

Every time he came here, Jerome felt as if he had traveled to another world. There was no crowding and hustle and bustle around him. It was hard to believe that this was Lontinion ruled by steel and smoke.

The boardwalk under his feet, just enough for a four-wheeled carriage, belongs to the Westminster Borough Town Hall, while the long row of low fences and the narrow strip of land a few inches below it belong to 23 Park Road. By.

A funny question arises. The corner of the Royal Park surrounding No. 23 belongs to the Queen, and according to the Castle Law, the Queen's employees must obtain the permission of the owner of No. 23 if they want to enter this piece of woodland covering several hectares.

The wind and rain can enter the farmer's hut, but the king cannot.

Go around?

I heard that the land next to it is also the land of the Natural History Society.

Thinking of this, Jerome couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth... Taking advantage of the poor is contemptible and morally low; taking advantage of the country is equivalent to taking advantage of all taxpayers, which is infuriating; but taking advantage of the royal family - this kind of thing might as well be more Come on.

He crossed the wide-open fence to the door of No. 23 and tapped the knocker lightly with his baton.

As a patrolman and local snake who knows everything about this place, he naturally knows that new residents have moved here, and he naturally inquires to get some basic information and knows how to behave.

Not long after, the door opened, and the maid with dark brown and almost black hair looked at him suspiciously.

"Good morning, madam, it is five forty."

"Ah! Sorry, Mr. Patrolman, and thank you for your help."

"My pleasure."

Jerome nodded, lifted his police helmet slightly to salute, then turned and left.

Londinian had outlawed the watchman, and the day-to-day work of waking people up was taken over by the patrol police who were off the night shift. Generally speaking, this required a little bit of remuneration.

It can be regarded as a small benefit for the night shift patrol... But after learning about the situation of the owner, Jerome did not uninterestedly raise the issue of compensation.

Anyway, it's just a little effort, and there is no such thing as flattery.

However, it is always a good thing to gain the kindness of a noble lady who has a deep connection with the Natural History Society.

Loria quietly watched the patrolman walk away from the window of the bedroom on the second floor, and sat down in front of the dressing table again. After a while, Abigail, who was awakened by the patrolman, hurried upstairs and began to comb her hair.

"Abby, what do you think of this place?"

"Very good, ma'am." The maid replied while thinking about how to braid the lady's hairstyle today: "The environment is quiet, and the surrounding woods block the dust. It's really nice to find such a place in a big city." Incredible...let alone security."

There are police patrols day and night, because it is adjacent to the royal territory, and there are royal guards on the streets and at the end of the street.

too good to be true.

Combine that with a relatively easy job and a sweet, gentle and generous employer, and it's perfect.

Abigail is thankful she took that step a few months ago.

"But I don't dare to step into the woods behind the house." The maid decided to braid Loria and added: "That is the private property of the Queen of Brittania."

She is a little maid, what should she do if she steps on a queen's grass.

You won't arrest her as a coolie, will you?

"Well... I don't know much about this country." Luria replied after thinking about it: "But Sasha told me that we can do whatever we like in that forest land, even if we cut down all the trees. .”

'At worst, pay her some saplings.If you are not convinced, we will use the natural history to hit her palace. '

Sasha’s original words are like this, it sounds a little arrogant, but Loria understands it very well—the education they received allows them to treat mortals as equals, but they will never feel that the mortal emperor is superior to others .

As for why not just buy the royal territory surrounded by the land of the Naturalist Society, you can see from Sasha's smug face—this is one of the little tricks between her and the queen to disgust each other.

These two actually have a good relationship, right?

Luo Liya was not interested in the rulers on the ground, so she didn't think too much about it, but today was her first day working at the Natural History Society, so she had to cheer up.

Although Sasha has become different from before, and seems to have a different feeling for herself——but she dare not be presumptuous in front of the former preaching demon king.

'War coming?In order to compete for the actual control of the Alemanni Empire, the relationship between the Bolasia Kingdom and the Macia-Osterridge United Empire continued to be tense. '

When Abigail finished dressing her and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, Loria, who was reading a newspaper in the living room, heard a soft knock on the door.

Cautious.

"Kid, you're here early."

Loria opened the door, and smiled at Little Boz, who was standing in front of the door with some restraint: "Come in, just in time to have breakfast with us."

Although he is eight years old, he looks like a six or seven-year-old child due to malnutrition.

After a while, Loria pushed the candied plums and toasted bread to Boz who was fidgeting with a twelvefold friendly smile, and said softly in a very gentle tone: "Eat more, eat more quickly, it's all yours anyway , If you can’t finish eating, you have to pack it and take it away.”

"Miss, I'll go get some pickled cucumbers and oatmeal." Abigail nodded seriously when she heard this.

They had stockpiled too much food in Jambia before, and today they have not been able to move all of it from Eve's hut hidden in the woods to the cellar of their new home.

Two people can't finish it.

In order not to waste, they have now developed the habit of persuading every visitor to eat more.

It's definitely not because I'm tired of eating these wilderness special foods with a long shelf life!

Chapter 85

"You're too polite, Miss Romero, I... I've already been paid."

Boz, who was wearing large and small bags of food, said with a blushing face, "Too much has been given..."

Londinian's prices were high, and what he took was refined grains, expensive dried meat and sugar, and the converted price far exceeded the salary a tour guide deserved.

"If you can't finish eating, share it with your little friends." Luria was carrying a small naturalist briefcase in her hand, which contained white paper, ink pen, handkerchief, lipstick, small mirror and money bag... Some small things for dressing up and self-defense.

Just like in Zambia, she only called herself Loria Romero, and concealed her surname intentionally or unintentionally.

Although many people call her Estelle, those who are not familiar with her only call her Miss Romero.

"Come and play with me after eating." Loria reached out and patted Boz on the head. She was the youngest in the church in the past, and she finally had some pride in becoming a mature big sister, "Let's go kid, let's Time to go."

The bizarrely large Lontinion is like a huge steel maze to Loria. Up to now, she has only figured out that she lives in Westminster Borough, and there are royal palaces and Britannia to the south. Whitehall, the administrative center of the city, and to the east is where the Natural Society is located - next to it is the University of Londinium and various colleges, the Royal Library and the Great Museum of Brittany.

Her modern pronunciation with a little chomp accent is not suitable. Many people can't understand what she is saying, so they simply use the language of the old era-instead, it is well received, and the Bretons are very Advocating classics, those masters who study the old classics day and night in the university try their best to imitate the words and accents of the past.

So that gradually, Longdinian's accent took on the taste of the old common language.

But for a child like Boz who has never read a book, it is always half-guessing to understand what she is saying.

"I see, Miss Romero, please come with me, let's go to Paddington Station first."

Boz took her away from Park Road, and walked to the bustling steam train station in less than 10 minutes. I heard that this is a landmark building designed by a great architect. Loria looked curiously at the small suitcase in her hand. Man with briefcase yawns, holds ticket, queues for train.

The small trains leading to the interior became more frequent, and after a while, the small front of the car whistling white smoke dragged the carriages roaring towards it.

She followed Boz, who bought the ticket, to find a car with fewer people and sat down. After the young ticket inspectors took away the ticket stubs one by one, the whistle sounded from the front of the car, and the car trembled slightly. Then, in the crescendo roar, she walked along the track Speed ​​up.

But a few minutes later, the screeching brakes sounded, and the train gradually stopped. Boz told Loria that they didn't reach their destination until the third stop.

"We're here on Baker Street." The ticket inspector was also a part-time flight attendant. He walked along each carriage, reminding people not to forget to find the newcomers to check their tickets when they got off.

I have a good memory.

Moments later, the train started again, crossed the Marylebone district, and stopped for a second time.

"Here comes Portland Avenue."

Stopped for the third time.

"King's Cross is here."

In less than half an hour, Loria arrived at the station. Following Boz's guidance, she got off the train, escaped from the crowded station, and turned back to the southwest, passing a park, two small shopping streets and a It took about a quarter of an hour to walk to the vicinity of the Natural History Society in a large hotel.

"Miss Romero, we are here...I...thank you for your hospitality. If you need me, please, please come to me again." Boz, who was carrying a bag of food, murmured.

The young lady who lives at No. 23, the famous Park Road, must have nothing to do with him other than leading the way. He is self-aware, and the words to ask him to come again are just polite manners to show his upbringing.

I probably won't see you again in the future, Boz thought so, he really likes this gentle and beautiful lady, she always speaks softly, doesn't have any pretensions, and she is generous in her shots... and she won't use that kind of high-spirited, looking at bugs look at him.

He laughed at himself, as if they were really equals.

Loria looked down at the bright-eyed little boy whose face changed again and again, and liked the feeling of not having to raise his head to talk to people. He opened his small purse and rummaged through the pile of various local coins.