What to do if you encounter a madman in another world (16)
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Different world, fictional background! Nothing to do with reality
Private character design, private world view design, private names and place names design
The male and female protagonists are not biological children, brother is just a title!
"Ina, it's time to get up."
Feinz hugged you sideways, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, his hand moving down to rest on your stomach, which was now holding some weight.
“No…don’t…” you murmured.
The heavy black curtains did block out the light, but they also reduced your sense of time. You didn't want to get up at all and just wanted to stay in the dark.
"Go to sleep, Ina. Don't go to school today. Stay home."
Feinz got up, tucked you in, and started to change out of your pajamas.
Ah... go to school... yes, you still have to go to school...
If you don't go to school, there's no legitimate reason to go to Charity Street! Oh my god, why is it that even after traveling through time, you still can't avoid going to school...
You perked up and opened your eyes, telling Feints you were going because you had an important lab class at school today. But he told you to continue sleeping, saying he would take you there when you woke up. And just like that, you fell into a deep sleep again.
When you wake up, you feel a pain in your waist as if it has been cut in half, like a piece of rotten wood that can be cut into two pieces with just a light tap of your hand.
You cursed him harshly in your heart, then wiped away the tears from the corners of your eyes, rubbed your waist, took a deep breath, and got out of bed.
After you washed and packed up and were ready to go out, you saw that Feintz's military coat was still on the hanger, so you asked the maid Mandy.
"Ma'am, the gentleman hasn't left yet. He's in the front garden."
The Count Philippe Albert's residence has two gardens, the front garden, which is magnificent and elegant, showing the immense wealth, elegant aesthetic taste and unique artistic sentiment of this French aristocratic family.
Why hasn't he gone to the headquarters yet...
You thought about it for a while before remembering that he was going to take you to school today. Your memory has deteriorated a lot recently.
You took his coat off the hanger, walked out the door and down a well-defined cobblestone path.
Fiennes was playing with a cat. The cat must have been left by the owner of the mansion. It was a cute little cat with white claws. You couldn't bear to let it wander the streets, so you asked Mandy to clean and feed it every day and raise it.
He touched the cat's head, and the kitten purred contentedly. It turned over happily and lay on the ground, revealing its round belly. Feinz scratched its belly a few times with his hands, which seemed like a caress.
You look at the scene in front of you, not knowing how to describe it, and you feel indescribable emotions in your heart.
You stood by and watched for a while, then said, "Brother, I'm done, let's go."
You handed him the coat, he stood up, took it and put it on, but the kitten was still rubbing against his feet coquettishly, so he gently drove the kitten away with his foot.
…
The Mercedes-Benz pulled up in front of the University of Paris in the Latin Quarter, the area on the Left Bank of the Seine where many universities are located. You said goodbye to Feyntz and got out of the car.
Your chemistry group's experiment is to study the effect of HNO, or nitrous acid, on wool.
Because NO (nitric oxide) is an unstable gas and immediately reacts with O (oxygen) to produce NO (nitrogen dioxide), the team members decided to measure N (nitrogen) last, but recently encountered a bottleneck.
After having lunch with your teammates at noon, you went back to the dormitory to rest. However, in the afternoon, when you returned to the laboratory to do experiments with them, you clearly felt that everyone was a little repulsive to you and they didn't have a good face towards you the whole time.
Although you felt a little uncomfortable, you continued to complete the measurement task. After the lab class, you could arrange the rest of the time as you wished, so you planned to pack up and go home.
As a result, when you were leaving, one of the Parisian girls who was on good terms with you gritted her teeth and cursed you, "Na Zweber".
Your heart suddenly trembled, and you turned to look at her. Her green eyes were shining with hatred and a little bit of complacency.
Others immediately stepped forward to stop her and scolded her in a low voice, but she remained unmoved, as if she was secretly happy that these words could hurt you.
You had no intention of arguing or arguing, so you left immediately.
Perhaps the black car that brought you here this morning was too conspicuous, and word spread quickly enough that even the team members knew about it. Also, the flag on the car fluttered in the cold wind, making it impossible for anyone to ignore it.
…
You first went to a bookstore not far away.
Outside the bookstore window, wide white tape was pasted crookedly and crisscrossed. It looked like the tape had been there for some time, and it was bent and wrinkled in the middle, leaving a blank mark.
There were no other customers in the bookstore except the owner who was sitting at the front desk and looked sleepy.
The books on the bookshelf were scattered around, and most of them were placed in places that didn't belong to them.
There was also a small pile of books on the original wood floor with black and gray burn marks, and a few torn pages were scattered around, like tail feathers torn from a bird's wings.
"Miss, there are not many books now. The really good books have all gone to meet our Christ."
The boss leaned his arm on the table and yawned, speaking to you as if explaining or complaining.
ah……
What does it mean…the book can still go to see Jesus?
You ask in French, "Boss, I don't quite understand what you're saying."
The bookstore owner looked you up and down like a collector examining an antique. After deciding that you were probably not an eyewitness, he said to you:
"Hey, miss, have you ever read Remarque? It's a pity you'll never see it again."
After the boss finished speaking, he lay down on the table in boredom again, as if the words he had just said had burned all the banned books into a string of ashes.
You put the rose on the bookshelf, then put your hands behind your waist, supported the bookshelf and took a deep breath, and then gradually got rid of the burning sensation that suddenly came to your heart.
You supported your waist and slowly squatted down, picked up the pile of books on the ground, sorted them according to the first letter of the book, and put them back on the bookshelf.
After seeing that the agreed time on the clock was almost up, you picked up the rose and walked to the door. After thinking for a moment, you stopped and answered the question your boss had just asked.
“I’ve read it,” you pointed to your head, “I’ll always remember what’s here. They won’t succeed.”
The bookstore owner stood up, his eyes a little moist.
…
Feinz sat on the black leather chair, he grabbed your hips and pulled you close so you were standing between his knees.
"Don't want to go to school again? Have you had enough fun? Hmm?"
You didn't want to look for him, but if you didn't come to the office, you wouldn't be able to get the information. You sighed in your heart and put your arms around his neck.
"No, brother, I want to be with you."
He gave you a rare smile, touched his forehead to yours, and said in a gentle tone, "Really? Brother misses my baby Ina too."
The sudden affectionate name made your face heat up slightly, and before you could respond, he had already cupped your face with his hands...
Afterward, he sat at his desk reviewing documents, while you sat on the sofa flipping through a dull newspaper. One of you was busy with work, the other was waiting for an opportunity to strike. Each seemed to be doing their own thing, a warm and beautiful scene.
There was a knock on the office door, and Feynz looked up to see the guard bringing in a portly French businessman. He dropped the pen in his hand, leaned back in the leather chair.
"Tybalt, have you thought about it? What they can't give you, I can give you, but the premise is that I must take 70% interest."
Tybalt turned around and glanced at you sitting on the sofa, and asked nervously: "Sir, this..."
Feints tapped the armrest of his chair with his hand expressionlessly. "This is my wife. She doesn't need to avoid me."
You nodded towards the French businessman.
Tybalt took off his velvet hat with a gold rim and bowed to you, then to Fiennes.
"Sir, after careful consideration, I gladly accept your proposal. I also hope you can issue a permit as soon as possible. Plande Trading Company has a large amount of red wine in its warehouse waiting to be sold."
After receiving a satisfactory answer, Feints leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table, crossed his hands, and signaled with his eyes for Tybalt to sit down.
"Money. I only need Swiss francs. Three days before the license is issued, it needs to be transferred to my account in Switzerland. I don't need to explain the specific procedures."
The two of them were still discussing the follow-up matters, but your mind was already buzzing. You raised your hand to cover your mouth and looked down at the newspaper in your hand to hide your shock.
The world is bustling with people, all driven by profit. A large number of businessmen have willingly sold out their morals and conscience for the sake of profit.
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