Since returning from the town, Circy had secretly considered going out of Longborn for a visit.

After all, it was a small place, and there were too few good things.

She wanted to go to London.

Longborn was too small.

However, London was far away, which meant that a trip there would take time and effort, and also be expensive.

If she wanted to go there frequently, she could not take the normal route. After all, Sir Lucas was not a wealthy person.

"Charlotte!

Did you see the book I put on the bedside table? "Circy poked her head out from the staircase.

"Didn't you use it to prop the foot of the bed?" Charlotte's voice came from afar.

Really?

Did I really do this?

Staring at the broken book that she had just pulled out, Circy covered her face in shock and a little guilty.

Of course, this was not an ordinary book. In fact, calling it a book was not appropriate. It used to be Circy's notebook.

It was just a little thicker.

Later, it was reborn.

The reason was that Circy had nothing to do at home and was bored. In the name of honing her hand so that she would not be rusty, she engraved magic runes on her own things for fun.

This thick notebook was engraved with flying runes.

Then Circy forgot about it, and once threw it to prop the foot of the bed.

It was fine, it was a good man again.

After adding a few necessary runes, Circy called Cassandra, held her freshly made and upgraded version of the notebook, and strolled out of the door.

"Charlotte!

I'm going out for a walk! "When the last sound came, she was already gone.

The work of a witch must be the best.

After finding a secluded corner, Circy put a layer of concealment spell on herself and Cassandra, just in case, and then spread out the notebook.

With the flipping of the pages, the notebook floated in the air and gradually expanded until it was big enough for Circy and Cassandra to sit comfortably on and stretch their arms and legs.

Once again, she could not help but feel that this era was so good.

There was nothing but birds and clouds in the sky. It was nothing like the modern world where one had to worry about colliding with planes.

Once the route was set in the air, the distance seemed to be shortened.

Circy had barely risen into the air and was about to descend.

Thank the alleys of London.

After shrinking the book and stuffing it into her bag, Circy calmly led Cassandra out of the alley.

The streets of London were obviously several levels higher than those of Longborn, not to mention the ladies and gentlemen walking on the streets.

This feeling was probably called entering a city.

In the end, within two seconds of entering the city, they bumped into some hooligans.

Circy obediently retreated back to the alley where she had just landed. She was still in the mood to think about other things.

Just don't land in this alley next time.

Circy's obvious absent-mindedness instantly ignited the anger of the gangsters. This must be a provocation. Being provoked by a rustic country girl?

He couldn't tolerate it.

Across the street, someone happened to see the whole process of Circy being "forced" into the alley. He took a few steps and rushed over.

Before he could give a warning, a girl's clear voice came from the alley, "Sandi, don't bite, it's too dirty!"

With the fierce movements of the golden retriever and the screams of the hooligans, the kind-hearted man quietly pursed his lips.

After standing for another two seconds and confirming that the girl could solve the problem without his help, the man slightly turned his body and planned to leave silently.

Unfortunately, the two seconds he stood there successfully attracted the attention of the girl and the dog.

"Sir, are you here to help?"

Circy did not have the shyness of a girl at all. She trotted two steps and stood face to face with the man.

Circy walked closer and found that the man's height was quite astonishing. He must be more than 1.8 meters.

Circy's mind was racing, but on the surface, she raised her face and smiled. The light from the alley reflected in her eyes, reflecting a beautiful golden-green color, "Thank you very much. You are really a kind man." She paused, turned her hand behind her back and slightly lowered her voice, "I sincerely wish you well."

Legends often described witches as evil mothers-in-law who cursed people. In fact, witches' attainments in blessing were not to be outdone.

However, blessings were often not as fast as curses. It was like a buff, usually not obvious, but inadvertently led people to make the best choice.

The kind-hearted man seemed to be dazzled by Circy's eyes. He pressed the brim of his hat down a little embarrassedly and bowed like a gentleman, "You're welcome. I didn't help much.

Well then, I'll take my leave. "

Circy tilted her head and watched the man leave. She called out to Cassandra, leaving the gangsters who had fainted, and walked out of the alley again.

— — —

On the way back, Circy was in a good mood. At this time, she had forgotten all about the kind-hearted man. Her mind was full of today's loot.

There were so many good things in London. Not only did she harvest the seeds, but she also found a lot of useful materials.

"Where did you go? You look so happy." Charlotte looked at the girl, who was walking as if she was floating.

"I found something good." Circy winked mysteriously and slipped into the basement with her small satchel.

— — —

It was too late last night, so Circy waited until this morning to go out.

She was missing a few plants for the experiment, so she had to find them.

"Charlotte!

I'm going out, I'll be back soon! "

"Hey!

Wait a minute!

Don't go to the Netherfield! "

After all, they had been sisters for so many years. Charlotte more or less knew that in the past two years, the girl had found a lot of seeds in the Netherfield.

Although she didn't know how Circe got in, she didn't know.

"Ah … I don't know if she heard me." Charlotte sighed helplessly.

Of course, Circy didn't hear her. In fact, she went straight to the Netherfield.

The plants she had cultivated had not yet grown, so she had to go to the Netherfield to find a few first.

Ever since Circy was sixteen years old, when Mr. Maurice and his family moved to London, causing the Netherfield to be idle, she had been running around a lot in the past few years.

Circy had always been close to plants. With her deliberately emitting magic to guide them, the flowers in the Netherfield became more and more beautiful year by year.

Although the magic contained in them was far less than that of Circy's own batch, they could still be used for experiments.

She went in through the side door with familiarity. As soon as she squatted by the flower bed, she heard faint footsteps.

Cassandra bit the corner of her master's mouth and hid behind a tree.

The spell to hide her figure was still working, but the path between the flower beds was narrow!

Even if she couldn't see, it wasn't impossible to touch. If she bumped into her as she walked …

The scene was too beautiful.

After the girl and the dog hid, the owner of the footsteps turned around the corner.

Circy saw who it was and was stunned.