Circy was now thinking of marrying herself off.

She now understood very well those girls who wanted to marry, and she could not wait to find someone to marry as soon as possible.

Find someone who was stupid, especially not someone with a scary family or a pretty face. In short, someone who was easy to fool.

She was almost bored to death at home.

After the initial surprise of finding materials everywhere, Circy had to grieve to find that she could not do experiments as she wished like before, brewing potions and practicing spells.

She could only take a short time every day to get into her basement, and she did not dare to make any big movements. It was too painful!

She suddenly hated this era again.

Circy thought angrily that an unmarried girl could not leave the house. She was so angry!

As she thought about it, she began to miss her well-equipped laboratory and compared it to this simple and crude basement …

Oh, she could only cook potions in a cooking pot!

Circy covered her face and groaned in pain.

"Circy!

Come out and get some fresh air. Don't stay in the basement all the time. You should move around more. "Charlotte's voice came through the door.

Look, look, there's always someone watching you.

Circy sighed deeply and rubbed her face to get rid of the frustration. Then she said, "Coming, sister!" She opened the door. "Haven't I run around enough?

Yesterday, I went out for a long walk before coming back. "

"You should go out every day." Charlotte pulled her sister into the living room. "Come and help me look at this lace."

"Oh... let me go." Circy puffed out her cheeks. "You know I think they all look the same to me."

"That's why you have to look more." Charlotte forced her sister to sit down next to her. "You have to learn some basic dressing, not," she looked Circy up and down. "Always these few styles."

Circy pursed her lips but still sat down obediently.

Charlotte was a smart girl. Although her intelligence was always limited by this era, it did not prevent Circy from liking her.

Especially since she was such a great sister.

In front of her, Circy was happy to show her willful side.

"Teacher is coming tomorrow," Charlotte said slowly as she wove the lace. "Do you remember what I taught you last time?"

Circy, who had just sat upright, slumped down again. She leaned against Xia Luo and sighed. "Time flies. I feel like the last time he came was just a blink of an eye..."

Charlotte tilted her head slightly and listened to her sister's complaints. She maintained a gentle smile and even had the time to add a few words of comfort between her sister's words.

"After dinner, I'll take you to practice." Charlotte ended the topic with this sentence.

The tutor didn't come often. Sir Lucas couldn't afford the "frequent" fee.

He was already gritting his teeth to be able to do it once a month.

Circy hated these classes, but she had to accept the so-called etiquette training every month, which was more punctual than menstruation.

The way she walked, the curve of her smile, the way she drank tea, blah blah blah. Seeing that serious woman gave Circy a headache.

She wanted to turn that woman into a frog.

Circy practiced the content of the inspection tomorrow under Charlotte's supervision. She had a dark thought in her mind.

So, as expected, she'd better find someone to marry!

— — —

When Circy had to stay at home, Cassandra took her place.

It was just like exploring a new map in a game.

She was connected to Cassandra's soul. Through Cassandra's eyes, she could often see things that she couldn't.

Just like this time.

Since Mr. Maurice and his family moved to London, the Netherfield Garden under his name had been unused.

It was the largest and most beautiful garden in Longborn. Naturally, the rent was very high.

There weren't many people in the area who could afford to rent the garden, and those who could afford it didn't want to waste the money.

So it was a pity that it had been empty.

Circy had been eyeing the Netherfield Garden for a long time.

Oh, of course, it wasn't because of its beauty and delicacy. In the eyes of the witch, flowers were automatically divided into petals, stems, and roots. They were then labeled as useful, useless, precious, and ordinary. And they had only one purpose — to be boiled as one of the ingredients in a magic potion.

So when Mr. Maurice and his family moved out, Circy was simply thrilled!

Especially after Cassandra brought back the good news.

Thanks to Mr. Maurice's wealth and hobby of collecting, there were a lot of good things in the garden.

But sneaking in and looting was not Circy's style.

She was a good witch with morals.

But sneaking in for a feast of the eyes, and … and taking some seeds back, shouldn't be too much.

Circe swallowed her saliva as she thought about it.

For a witch, there was no stupid problem of being exposed during the day.

With a little magic, no one would notice her at all.

"Charlotte!

I'll take Sandi out for a walk! "

Circy only heard Charlotte's reply vaguely. She couldn't wait to take Cassandra out of the door.

Charlotte poked her head out of the window to take a look and shook her head in amusement.

She was obviously putting up a front in front of others, but when it came to something she was interested in, she immediately showed her true colors.

Of course, Circy wouldn't go through the front door.

It would be too obvious if the front door was opened. Even if she had cast a spell on herself and Cassandra to make people ignore them, but opening such a big door … There was no need to take this kind of meaningless risk.

The side door was much more hidden.

The heavy iron lock and the sharp fence were enough to stop most of the people who wanted to rashly break in, but that didn't include a witch.

With a light tap of the fingertip, the iron lock clicked open.

Cassandra took the lead and went in.

The side door was built in a corner under the shade of a tree, and Circy saw the flower bed as soon as she went in.

Mr. Maurice had just moved away a few days ago, and the flower bed, which had been carefully trimmed and maintained at a high price, was still exquisite. If it was an ordinary girl from the countryside, she would have covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Circy turned a blind eye to the beautiful scenery. Not only was she not shocked at all, but she was also a little disgusted.

The witches of the Kletikans worshipped nature, and she couldn't appreciate this so-called man-made landscape.

Plants had always been very close to her, and Circy's great task of collecting seeds went smoothly.

She was not greedy, after all, she didn't have the capital to be greedy.

Her family had only given her a small space to cultivate her flowers and plants.