Mrs Bennett had refused to send a carriage for the girls.

She had fully expected Jane to spend a full week in the Netherfield, and was furious at their decision to go home early.

She replied that she would not be able to spare a carriage until the following Tuesday.

She repeated that if the host wished to retain them, they must stay a little longer.

But although Mrs Bennett had refused to send a carriage, Mrs Lucas had happily prepared one when she received Circy's letter, and so Circy invited Jane and Elizabeth to take a lift.

After finishing breakfast, the three of them were about to leave.

During the dinner, Mr. Bingley did all he could to beg Jane and her party to stay for a few more days.

His words were so sincere that it almost made people feel that this was a scene of a couple breaking up.

Even Miss Bentley made a few polite remarks, as her brother wished, but even Circy could see through her insincere smile, and only Jane felt that she meant what she said.

Darcy, with his cold indifference, had again given himself a solemn mental warning after the previous night, and had not looked at Circy all through breakfast.

Circy, on the other hand, was a little absent-minded. She had succeeded in finishing the large volume before she left, but the book had intrigued her.

At the end of the day, this was actually a general book. If one wanted to understand the details, it would not be enough.

This gave Circy the idea of slipping away to London.

This absent-mindedness lasted until they left and got into the carriage.

As they were leaving, Miss Bentley suddenly became more polite to Circy, and more affectionate to Jane.

When they parted, she first told Jane that she looked forward to meeting her again in the Netherfield, and gave her a warm hug.

She even shook hands with Circy.

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Circy's materials were growing well, which reassured her, and she began to think seriously about going to London.

She had heard of the Bodleian Library earlier, but had only had time to walk the streets last time. The thought of it made her a little eager to try it out.

After all, her family was used to her running around during the day, and it was not a big deal as long as she got back on time.

After a quiet day at home, Circy said goodbye to Charlotte as usual and rushed out of the door.

Unfamiliar the first time, familiar the second time. This time, the landing was much more precise.

The Bodleian Library was not far from the lane.

Circy was in no hurry to go out. She shrunk the book into a pendant to hang around her neck, patted her skirt, and tidied her hair, before she stepped out of the lane.

People came and went at a slower pace than they would have done elsewhere, and eight out of ten of them raised their heads to look at it.

Circy could not help stopping to take a closer look.

The Bodleian Library, which was the second largest library in modern times.

But now, in the 18th century, it was the largest, most famous, and most abundant library in Britain.

It was certainly not as large as the modern one, but it was spectacular enough in the 18th century.

Circe stepped through the door in a rush of excitement.

She wanted to go straight to the second floor, but stopped when she looked up, as if she had found something interesting, and her eyes curved with interest.

As mentioned earlier, Circy was a witch of the Kletikans.

Kletikans were close to nature and were good at soul magic, which also gave them a unique talent — they could easily distinguish between ordinary people and supernatural races.

In their eyes, ordinary people usually had a faint white light, or a light gray light. In short, it was very faint and the light was very weak.

Those with stronger soul power could be a little brighter, but that was it.

On the other hand, creatures with supernatural powers were different. They were like neon light bulbs, flashing with colorful lights. Their presence was very strong.

Circy caught such a light bulb in the crowd.

He exuded a soft golden light, the same color as his hair.

He was dressed like a typical London gentleman. Although his face could not be seen, just by looking at his tall and straight back, she could feel that his temperament was enough to be superior to ordinary people.

At this time, Mr. Light Bulb was walking up the stairs with unhurried steps, not at all aware that Circy was watching him.

Or perhaps he was aware, but he had experienced this kind of gaze too many times, and it had long become a habit.

Circy raised her eyebrows, but was not in a hurry. She followed him to the second floor at a moderate distance.

While walking up the stairs, Circy's mind was not idle.

There was no doubt that Mr. Light Bulb was a wizard like her, but probably not of the same faction.

But to say which one, she would have to get closer to know.

Circy was not a good stalker.

It should be said that this guy who buried himself in experiments all day long did not have the awareness to follow at all.

Therefore, she was quickly caught red-handed.

Circy, who was following Mr. Light Bulb in a daze, was successfully stopped by Mr. Light Bulb at a corner.

He did not have Circe's talent, but with his experience, he was sensitive enough to realize that this foolish stalker was not an ordinary person.

"I wonder why this young lady is following me?" Mr. Light Bulb blocked her in a corner where no one passed by, but there was a gentle smile on his face.

To be honest, Circy was a little shaken.

This person had light golden hair, handsome facial features, and coupled with the light around him, in an instant, it was as if an angel had descended.

But that was only for a second. Circy did not have the consciousness of being blocked in a corner by a strange man at all. She raised her small face and asked, "Which faction are you from?"

This question was quite straightforward, and Mr. Light Bulb showed an obvious choked expression.

He frowned slightly and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Circy rolled her eyes childishly and said, "Why are you pretending to be stupid? I'm not so stupid that I can't even distinguish a wizard."

Mr. Light Bulb hurriedly covered her mouth and said, "Keep your voice down, what nonsense are you talking about?"

His expression eased, and the fake smile from before also disappeared. In his heart, he had already regarded Circy as a young and reckless little witch.

"You dare to say such things so loudly, be careful not to be heard."

He warned, and the smile on his face was much more sincere. "I'm Brand Williams, which faction are you from?"