Chapter 75: Guess there's a rat in the kitchen
After Princess Yolanda finished her oath, the Pope raised the sacred and heavy crown with both hands and placed it on her golden bun without any ornaments.
The crown, a symbol of supreme power, was so heavy that the Pope's hands were pulled down when he lifted it, but Princess Yolanda straightened her slender neck and did not shake at all when the crown was pressed down.
The music changed the moment the Queen put on the crown, and the people standing to watch the coronation sang praises.
Darien and Sewell had not rehearsed beforehand, so they had to blend in silently with their mouths, and would only sing along when they could hear clearly.
The final step of the coronation ceremony was for Queen Yolanda to step down from her seat, holding the scepter and the holy ball, and walk out of the church surrounded by people, so that the crowd outside could see that the coronation ceremony was complete.
She became a true queen.
Queen Yolanda wore a heavy crown on her head, and her fluffy skirt and ceremonial robes hindered her steps. Her scepter and holy ball were also heavy, but she walked steadily, each step firmly on the ground, step by step towards the light outside.
She will walk into the sunshine and receive cheers and blessings from the crowd.
Darien and Seville also followed her footsteps, mingling with the surrounding nobles, watching Queen Yolanda's straight back as she walked on the path she had chosen.
The sunlight shone on the crown on Yolanda's head and her white dress. The crowd outside burst into huge cheers and she smiled at the crowd.
"Look! It's the Queen! Her Majesty!"
"God save the Queen!"
…
Darien and Sewell only saw this and then slipped away quietly.
They did not attend the subsequent banquet. Darian felt a little tired of standing, so he simply did not attend the banquet. Besides, most of the dishes were cold, which he probably would not be particularly delicious.
The gift for Queen Yolanda will be delivered by the elves in the dead of night, and the sweet dream flower will bloom in time so that Darian can deliver the gift in time.
A few days after the coronation ceremony, Lady Mary arrived as expected.
This time she came on time, neither early nor late, and of course, as usual, she first shared what she had heard and heard recently.
"Dear Darion, do you know that King Sauron's most beloved illegitimate son, Orlando, died in his sleep?" said Lady Mary.
"I didn't know. I'm sorry to hear the news. He was still young, right? And in good health. How could he die suddenly?" Darian continued cooperatively.
"Orlando was in very good health and was very agile when hunting. I still remember the deer and lions he had hunted. Unfortunately, he was an illegitimate child. His mother, Lady Fiona, could not believe his death and was determined to catch the murderer who murdered her son." Lady Mary came over and said.
"And then?" Darien asked.
In fact, there is no need to look for it, he seems to already know who the murderer is.
"And then, of course, there was nothing. She searched the entire mansion but didn't find anything suspicious. She searched all the pharmacists and even magicians in the city, but couldn't find out the cause of Orlando's death. It seemed that he just died in his sleep." Lady Mary's tone was full of regret.
“So sorry to hear that a young man has taken his young life too soon,” Darien responded.
"Queen Yolanda was a little sad to hear the news of his death. They were like-minded friends. I heard that when Yolanda was still a princess, the brothers she had the best relationship with were not the princes, but Orlando," said Lady Mary.
"It's truly a rare friendship," Darien said.
His conversations with Lady Mary had always been like this. Lady Mary didn't want to discuss anything with him, but just wanted to find someone to talk about some gossip that couldn't be spread normally.
"There's one more thing." Lady Mary finished the previous topic, took a sip of tea, and started the next one. "Princess Yolanda has become Her Majesty the Queen."
"Then she must be a very outstanding woman. You just called her the queen when you were talking about Orlando." Of course, Darien couldn't answer, "I know that too. I saw you at the coronation. Madam, the sparkling jewelry you were wearing was very beautiful and I liked it too."
Isn't this a direct admission that he has a close relationship with Queen Yolanda?
"Oh yes, that's why I remembered that I haven't mentioned this. Queen Yolanda is indeed excellent, but one of the important reasons is that all her brothers are dead." Lady Mary said.
"Don't they have any children?" Darien asked knowingly.
"Yes, but they are all dead. Several sons died when King Sauron was still alive before the Norman King ascended the throne. The Norman King seemed to have some mental defects. He was very ill and carried out a small bloodbath in the court, executing his brothers and their children. To be honest, my hunch was correct. Staying away from the court will keep your head on your neck." She added.
"I think there might be some health defects, especially for the males of the Belmont family," said Darien.
"That's true. Everyone knows that the men in the Belmont family are either crazy or potential crazy." Lady Mary agreed with his point of view.
They continued chatting casually for a while, and then Lady Mary left with the love potion.
Darian sat down in a chair and relaxed, intending to rest for a while before leaving. Leon on the wall spoke: "Darian, why do you think Princess Yolanda wanted to kill Orlando? They have always had a good relationship, haven't they?"
"It's Queen Yolanda," Darien corrected. "And how do you know they have a good relationship? What if they're only on the surface?"
“Well… that’s not wrong, but I don’t quite understand…” Leon fell into deep thought.
"Please help me watch the store. I'm going to take a look in the kitchen." Darien ended the brief conversation.
Leon was left alone hanging on the wall, thinking.
In the kitchen, Sewell was making pumpkin cookies under the guidance of Mrs. Fitch.
"Dear Seville, the flour has been sifted well. Now let's sift some sugar. We need half a cup of sugar. Is the pumpkin in the pot, dear?" Mrs. Fitch was standing on an upside-down teacup, watching Seville sift sugar into the basin.
"In the pot, the water has just come to a boil," Fitch replied.
"Is today's dessert pumpkin pie or pumpkin cookies?" Darien asked.
"It's pumpkin cookies. Mrs. Fitch is teaching me how to make them." Sevier replied with a smile.
"What stage is it at now?" Darien leaned over to Sevier's side. "It looks like it hasn't even started yet."
"Dear Darien, of course it has started now. Look at this flour. It has been sifted three times and it is as fine as the powder on elf wings." Mrs. Fitch said dissatisfiedly.
"The dust on elf wings tastes terrible." Darien frowned.
"But pumpkin cookies will be delicious," Sewell said as he sifted the sugar.
Then Darien started asking questions one after another, all of which were very boring questions, almost like harassment.
Mrs. Fitch was a little fed up with Darien's questions and occasional disruptions, so she sent him to the other side of the table to watch over a small pot of vanilla milk. His job was to ensure that the milk boiled without burning the bottom of the pot.
Darien stared at the pot of milk in front of him unhappily, occasionally stirring it with a spoon. The red-hot charcoal fire slowly boiled the milk until small bubbles appeared, and then big bubbles appeared. At this time, it could be lifted up.
"What shall we do with this pot of milk?" he asked Mrs. Fitch.
"Now, you need to take a cup, fill it with water, and then put it in ice water to cool it down. When it is not so hot, you can drink it." Mrs. Fitch said.
"Oh, it's for me to drink." Darien suddenly realized.
So while Sewell was mashing pumpkin puree, Darien was much more obedient and just sat on the other side of the table drinking milk from a cup.
Put the mashed pumpkin into the batter, then mix it with butter to form a soft dough, and then shape it in the mold.
The oven has been preheated. Scrape off the excess charcoal ash and put the pumpkin cookies in.
Leave the rest to time, time will do everything.
Now Sewell could sit down and drink vanilla milk with Darien.
"Orlando is dead." Darien spoke naturally.
"How did he die?" asked Sewell.
"It's the Death Dream Potion," said Darien.
"What are you talking about?" asked Mrs. Fitch.
"We were discussing a business deal in the store, just a quick chat," Darien said.
"We shouldn't be able to listen, right?" Mrs. Fitch glanced at Fitch.
"It's okay, we're almost done," Darien said.
"This result is indeed a bit unexpected," said Sewell.
This topic ends here. Sevilla can understand what Lyon can't understand, so they don't need to say more.
Why did Orlando buy the love potion? Why did Queen Yolanda kill her best illegitimate brother? In fact, the clues are a little too clear.
They may have been allies once, but in the face of power and interests, everything can be torn apart.
The pumpkin cookies were slowly baked in the oven. The sweet aroma of pumpkin and butter wafted out from the cracks in the oven, which really aroused Darien's appetite.
About twenty minutes later, the hot cookies and the baking tray were taken out of the oven. Mrs. Fitch kept a close eye on Darien to prevent him from reaching out to touch the hot cookies and eat them.
Freshly baked cookies can burn your paws.
Darien looked at Mrs. Fitch in confusion. He didn't know why Mrs. Fitch was staring at him so closely, as if he would eat all the cookies. He was not that hungry.
Sewell moved very slowly, slowly brewing tea and slowly picking out a plate of suitable size and beautiful pattern from the cupboard. Even more outrageous, he actually began to stack the biscuits into a biscuit tower.
"Will this be of any use?" Darien asked.
"Keeping yourself looking good makes you happy," Sewell replied.
"It makes me feel unhappy that I can't eat it," said Darian.
"They're all very hot now." Sewell sighed, then raised his eyes and looked at him with a helpless expression.
"I don't like your expression, take it back." Darien glared at him and reached out to grab a cookie.
After a while, the pumpkin biscuits were no longer so hot and could barely be held in the hand. Since Darien was still angry, he stuffed the biscuits directly into his mouth and chewed them.
Mrs. Fitch was so frightened that she jumped up and hit him with a spatula: "Darian! It's hot! The biscuit is extremely hot! Spit it out!"
Darien chewed and refused: "No!"
Actually, yes, it is a bit hot, but it is still bearable.
Seville silently poured a glass of ice water and placed it next to him. If he burned his tongue, he could take a sip to make himself feel better.
Darien chewed another piece viciously, then took a sip of the ice water.
Mrs. Fitch sighed several times, then instructed Sewell to put half of the pumpkin cookies into the cookie jar to use when entertaining guests.
The jar of cookies was not used to entertain guests for the next two weeks, and Darien ate it all up bit by bit.
One day, Mrs. Fitch opened the jar and took a look. She looked at a piece of biscuit crumbs at the bottom of the jar in surprise.
She screamed, "Oh my God! Why are all the cookies gone? Is there a mouse in the kitchen?"
Her husband, Fitch, was much calmer: "We are the rats."
Darien passed by innocently, pretending nothing happened.
For a long time afterwards, many customers suddenly flocked to the magic shop, setting off a craze for magic potions.
Each of these customers needs a different potion, and some of them are not commonly available ingredients and are not grown in the medicine garden, so the store has to purchase them from outside.
But things are often so bad. When Darien imported another batch of potion materials to prepare for big business, the potion craze subsided as if it had never come.
"Show me the purchase invoice this time." Darien said annoyedly.
Seville thought that for the sake of Mr. Mage's emotional stability, this bill should not be looked at.
Darien took the bill and looked at it. He almost fainted after just one glance.
"Dear master, would you like a cup of black tea first?" asked Sewell.
"No, I just need a large sum of money." Darien slowly opened his eyes and took another look at the bill, then closed them again.
The Tower's finances, which had remained stable for a long time, suddenly became precarious again.
Just as they were racking their brains over how to deal with all the bills, the wind chimes on the gorse door rang.
The revolving door slowly turned, and the heels of the guests walking out hit the floor, making a crisp clicking sound.
"Sarah? Michelle? Are you here?" A hesitant and slow voice came out of the guest's mouth.
The guests' reaction this time was unique, something Darien had never seen before.
So he came out from behind the counter and went to the stairs to greet the guest himself.
Just the sight of her face took Darien's breath away.
He was marveling at what he saw.
This was a very beautiful young woman, so beautiful that it was speechless. Darien had seen many people, but had never seen such a beautiful face. She was like a creation of God, with extra favor in every aspect.
But the god's favor seemed to come at a price. The guest in front of him had white film in both eyes, and his pupils were gray.
She is blind.
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