harleyscars Chapter 301 Fors: Just an ordinary young lady
Chapter 301 Fors: Just an ordinary young lady
Chapter 301 Fors: Just an ordinary young lady
The afternoon sun was warm.
Meow~
Laki nestled comfortably on the golden retriever's soft back, basking in the sun with her eyes half-closed. She was very content with this big guy who was both her friend and her personal mount.
Today is another day of freeloading at Earl Hall's house.
Their milk is always so fresh, and their meat is always just the right amount of tender.
"Where exactly is that new friend you mentioned?" Susie asked in a clear voice, sticking out her tongue.
"Meow~"
Laki let out a lazy meow, without attempting to speak. Unlike Susie, it found forcing human speech out of a cat's mouth too troublesome and beneath a cat's grace and dignity.
At these moments, it realized that this seemingly silly golden retriever was actually much smarter than it had imagined.
Thanks to the abilities of the "instigator" and the unique "audience" approach of Susie, it often only needs to make a few simple calls or use eye contact or gestures for Susie to accurately understand its meaning, without requiring it to exert any effort to "explain".
"Meow~" It nimbly jumped off Susie's back, flicked its tail, and gestured for Susie to follow it.
A cat and a dog crossed several streets and arrived at a shop located in a somewhat secluded corner.
"Sniff, sniff—" Susie sniffed habitually, and it smelled a strong and unpleasant medicinal smell in the air.
Is this a pharmacy?
"Is this really the place?" Susie asked with some doubt.
"Meow." Rachel nodded firmly, indicating that the other party should be patient.
Beep beep beep————
"Idiot! You idiot!"
"Shut up! You stupid bird!"
"Where did you learn that phrase?!"
A sudden commotion erupted from inside the shop. A fat man dressed in a country wizard's robe was angrily shooing away a bulging-eyed owl, brandishing a broom.
"Idiot! Idiot!" the owl kept repeating as it flapped its wings to dodge.
"Woof? Is that it?"
The cat and dog that arrived at the door witnessed this incredibly chaotic scene.
"Meow----"
"A charitable foundation—"
Fors sprawled on the sofa in a starfish shape, staring blankly at the mottled ceiling, muttering unconsciously to himself.
"Fors, what are you talking about?"
"Heave-ho!" Fors propped herself up on her arms and looked at her friend, her face clearly showing resentment. "It's about that charity foundation."
"Unexpectedly, Scott actually wanted that young lady named Heyru to work at his foundation."
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"Why didn't they think of us when it came to such a good thing?" Her tone carried a hint of sourness.
"That Miss Macht, her father is a member of the House of Commons, isn't he?" Hugh pondered for a moment, then analyzed rather objectively, "Scott probably approached her largely because of that political connection and network. Managing a foundation, especially one with a philanthropic nature, inevitably involves dealing with the government and the church."
"Politics—it's so boring." Fors sighed, leaned back, and slumped back onto the sofa. It's certainly reasonable for a politically connected foundation to have a politician endorse it.
But—I'm just so unwilling to accept it! Why?! I was first!
Moreover, why choose a socialite of all people?
"Sigh... never mind." Fors quickly reverted to his lazy, slacking state.
Even if Scott did approach her, she would probably decline. Firstly, she knew nothing about fund management and had no experience whatsoever. Secondly, judging from what she overheard today, there didn't seem to be any improper relationship between them. Scott's flirting was mostly playful, while Miss Hazel's face clearly showed resistance—it was unclear whether she was genuinely uninterested in Scott or simply possessed the kind of "tsundere" personality described in Roselle's novels.
Whether it's the former or the latter, it doesn't really matter. If she's the former, then everyone's happy. If she's the latter, then there's even less to worry about. As Emperor Roselle said in the novel, arrogance always leads to defeat!
"Fortunately—she's just an ordinary young lady."
Fors's sudden exclamation startled Hugh for a moment.
"What do you mean?"
"It means exactly what it says," Fors explained. "That Heyr Macht, although she's a high-society lady, isn't the kind of person who's out of reach."
"Compared to Miss Audrey, she's nothing. Miss Audrey was the kind of perfect young lady who seemed to exist in this world!" Her tone was filled with undisguised admiration and a touch of self-consciousness.
That's the truth. If her competitor were Miss Audrey, she might feel very frustrated because she couldn't see any way to beat her; in every aspect, she seemed inferior. But if it were just an ordinary young lady, then there was nothing to worry about.
Wait a minute! Did Hugh and I inadvertently create a connection between Scott and Miss Audrey?
A sudden, inexplicable fear gripped Fors's heart, and she realized the problem abruptly.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just scaring myself," Fors patted his chest, trying to reassure himself.
The fear only lasted a moment before she came to terms with it.
Even setting aside the fact that the intersection between the two is limited to themselves and Hugh, it is impossible just from the perspective of their social status.
Although Scott now has the title of "Hero of the East End," it's just an empty title. He's not a nobleman, and compared to Earl Hall, the kingdom's largest banker, Mr. Scott's small factory is nothing. The two of them are simply from different worlds.
However, those industries are enough to support a writer—Fors thought somewhat awkwardly, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"That's true—she can't compare to Miss Audrey at all, nor can she compare to me in the past—" Hugh also snapped out of his thoughts and subconsciously made comparisons.
"Fors?" She looked at her friend, whose expression had suddenly become somewhat strange. "Your expression—it's really weird?"
"Ah—I was just thinking about the plot of the new book, I got too engrossed in it." Fors quickly wiped away non-existent drool from the corner of his mouth.
"However, Fors," Hugh didn't dwell on her infatuated expression, his tone turning serious, "I'm a little curious, lately—you seem to be a bit too concerned about Scott?"
"I—" Fors was taken aback by the question, "Uh—he's my friend too! Besides, I'm counting on him to figure out a solution to the Full Moon Eating Language problem!"
"Really?" Hugh asked, somewhat skeptical.
"Of course!" Fors waved his hand and chuckled awkwardly. "Didn't he tell us before he left today that if we could find someone from the Abraham family, it might be possible to lift the curse of the full moon eating words? That shows he's always kept this in mind."
"Yes, Scott is quite concerned about this matter." Hugh nodded, reluctantly acknowledging this statement.
Whew—seeing this, Fors breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that some emotions should not be expressed too obviously.
Sigh, it's all that "Fool's" fault! If it weren't for Him, I wouldn't be in such an awkward situation!
Okay—although Mr. Fool helped me block the Full Moon Eating Language, which is something to be grateful for, but—but it's still so uncomfortable! Putting everything else aside, she's even a little scared to take a shower now, always feeling like there are some strange eyes watching her.
"Drip drip drip—"
"It's raining." The pattering rain outside the window pulled Fors back to reality.
"Speaking of which, it's that time of year again."
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Mrs. Anlisa —
"Let's go to the cemetery tomorrow."
The card room at the Brave Ones Bar.
The noise, screams, and curses rose and fell.
"Flush!"
As several cards of the same color were gently tossed onto the card table, the atmosphere in the room instantly reached a climax.
"You don't want it?"
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"Alright, three of a kind."
game over.
"We won again! Give me the money! Give me the money!"
"Hmph!" The gambler, who had lost everything, was furious. This was the third time he had lost; he had lost three rounds in a row.
"What? Trying to deny it!"
"You shuffled the cards and you dealt them, and you're not even admitting that? Are you a sore loser?!"
Shhh————
Amidst a chorus of boos from the surrounding crowd, the gambler reluctantly pulled a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket and threw them onto the card table.
"You just wait!" he said angrily before storming off. It wasn't that he didn't want to gamble anymore, but that he was truly out of money.
Having returned to his original state and only undergone a simple disguise, Lorne took the banknotes and casually counted them.
"Everyone here, a beer for each of you, it's on me!"
"Oh oh oh oh!"
Amidst a burst of enthusiastic cheers, Lorne picked up a glass of dark beer and took a leisurely sip.
The feeling of being a "winner" is really great.
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