Chapter 137 Return
Perhaps I'm just too tired, or perhaps I put too much thought into the painting of the blonde woman, leaving some residual effects. I seem to see her figure and hear her laughter from time to time...
Although I don't know how to hear the painting's laughter... Sigh, perhaps my imagination is too fertile? Perhaps this is the curse of the creator, the artist? For three months, day and night, I have poured countless thoughts into this scroll, meticulously carving and depicting her face. Now, her image is frozen in the depths of my mind, lingering.
I always feel like someone is watching me, observing my every move, but when I look carefully, the "sight" disappears... There's no one around me, it's just my illusion, but is it really an illusion? Lately, I've been having trouble sleeping, feeling inexplicably sleepy during the day, and even doing things I don't even remember doing.
Just the other day, I woke up in a small shop with a half-eaten bunch of croquettes in my hand, and I had no recollection of ever entering the shop. My memory was completely blacked out... I went to the doctor and consulted several researchers, who asked me all sorts of questions and tested various parameters. One researcher even suspected that my paint was toxic...
In the end, they found nothing. One of the doctors said it might be a neurasthenia caused by my excessive anxiety and difficulty sleeping. He felt that I had been wandering in a foreign country for too long, and the life of no fixed place could easily cause certain reactions in people, both mentally and physically.
He suggested that I return home and have a good rest. I hesitated for a long time, but finally accepted his suggestion.
Madam, I once told you that the workshop in West Eston didn't feel like a home to me, more like a dark, drug-smelling prison. Yet, this journey has made me feel free and alive... Strangely, my doctor now tells me that my subconscious yearns for that prison, affecting my health and well-being...
This all seems too absurd to be true, but I've been away from home long enough. Perhaps I should go back and take a look, rest my feet, and then set off again.
Madam, the return voyage went smoothly... if you don't count the seasickness... I've now set foot on Huntington soil again. Although the weather was clear at sea, I still vomited profusely amidst the rolling waves. I think my mother was right. The sea is so beautiful when viewed from afar, but once you're in it, you can truly appreciate its dangers.
Due to seasickness and turbulence, my sleep quality became worse and the tinnitus became more severe. I seemed to hear someone whispering in my mind, urging me to return to the workshop.
When I got off the ship, I saw a local doctor again. He said that I was just suffering from severe seasickness and that I just needed to rest well in the hotel for a few days before leaving again, and everything would be better.
I plan to strictly follow the doctor's advice and do nothing in the next few days, no painting, no writing letters, and try to empty myself and get enough sleep... By the way, you can send the books and picture albums I ordered back to the brewing workshop in the west city of Eston, so that whenever I think of that cage, I will have something to look forward to.
Perhaps I could turn that workshop into an art studio... That's an idea, but I'm not good at civil engineering, and I might not have saved enough money. Or, I could sell that workshop along with the books, cauldrons, and potions my mother left behind, leave Eston West, and buy myself a studio in a remote seaside village...
This sounds like a beautiful vision, but as soon as I think of those complicated procedures, my heavy head starts to ache again... Oh, I'll think about these annoying problems again after I fully recover...]
"At first glance, these letters seem normal, but if you know what happened to Miu and think about the past, they become strange," Andre said. "All the discomfort she felt, the phantoms she saw, and the voices she heard might not have come from her imagination, nor were they a nervous breakdown caused by seasickness or lack of sleep."
"That is to say, at this time, Mi You has actually been targeted by the mastermind behind the scenes. Those so-called 'blanks' and 'blackouts' are actually the result of her being controlled and influenced by the mastermind behind the scenes?" Jiang You guessed.
"Very likely." Andrei tapped the letters on the table with his slender fingers. "Unfortunately, these letters only record her return to the Principality of Huntington. There is still a seven-month gap between her return to Eston West City. We still don't know what she experienced during this period."
"Perhaps there are more clues in the workshop." Jiang You said, "At least now we know where to start our investigation."
"Yes... We're basically done here. How about the return trip tomorrow?" Andre asked. "I'll have Jericho bring the veterans directly here in a carriage to pick us up. However, the journey back won't be as pleasant as the one here, so we need to hurry."
"That's fine," said Jiang You. "But doesn't the new Viscount Andre need to attend any more banquets and receptions?"
"Leave that work to my mother," Andrei said nonchalantly. "We've already reached a partnership with the Lothar family, so the fawning of those fence-sitting nobles seems less important. They're not here to seek cooperation, but rather to gather intelligence and find weaknesses in the king and us. Instead of arguing with them about trivial matters, we might as well open a few more snack bars."
...Well, that statement sounds quite correct. But why does Takumi Yuu always have the illusion that he has led the serious Viscount astray?
"And after returning to West Eston, we still have a lot to do," Andrei sighed. "Baron Neumann's power needs to be completely reorganized, and the city's security needs to be reorganized from scratch. There's also the clues about Evil Eye Moon and those bandits that need to be investigated...
"Also, although the bodies in the City Lord's Mansion have been collected and buried, and the entire scene has been cleaned up, do you plan to live in that house?"
Jiang You imagined the scene and shook his head so hard that his skull almost fell off. "No! I'd rather live in my own brewing workshop! Besides, I have a new workshop restaurant to build!"
During her absence, Xiaolong had already carved out a vast dragon crystal mine in the ruins. Once she returned with the gold she'd earned, she could hire the troll engineering team to officially begin work. Besides that, there was the spider spirit's tofu workshop, the witches' vermicelli noodles, a whole host of other new businesses waiting for her to start... Ugh, she was so busy!
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