Operation Red Book

We all know that London is known as the foggy city, but I must tell you that the weather in London in June is completely different from spring and winter and is incredibly good.

Except for two mornings with some drizzle, the rest of the time was sunny and even hot.

Rather than the hot city, the breeze seems to prefer visiting the sparsely populated suburbs.

Especially the McMillan Manor surrounded by green plants, which is warm and refreshing, very comfortable for the people who work hard in the manor.

Under the sunshine, another summer breeze blew. Perhaps encouraged by the green leaves, it became a little naughty and blew towards the manor with all its strength, vowing to create a wave of wind and waves.

The mud and sand on the ground were picked up by the strong wind and scattered onto the colorful rhododendrons; the huge and dense oak leaves spread out their dark green umbrellas, but the strong wind was so strong that the leaves could not withstand it at all.

Passing the two natural barriers on the outside, gusts of hurricane easily entered the large green plants in front of the mansion.

The strong wind blew the copper and iron repair knife, gently shook the loose nails in the fence, and shamelessly touched the shirtless sprinkler worker.

Its courage continued to grow, and it rolled up the trimmed leaves and made several circles in the air, not only lifting the workers' skirts, but also pulling down the freckled girl's straw hat with lily of the valley.

"Hey! That's annoying!"

The freckled girl hurriedly dropped the pruning shears in her hand, jumped down the wooden ladder in two steps, chasing after the straw hat fluttering in the wind, her red braids swinging back and forth on her back.

The strong wind was whistling, pushing the hat into a spinning motion in the air, as if mocking the girl running among the flower beds.

"My hat! Help me cover my hat!"

The girl shouted, her rosy face glowing with health in the sunlight.

The straw hat fluttered in the wind, avoiding several pairs of rough hands and blowing all the way towards the mansion.

"Ah! Damn wind! My hat!"

The girl's pace gradually slowed down and she seemed exhausted.

Finally, after running all the way, the strong wind had used up all its strength, and the straw hat slowly fell down at the end of the trail and was gently grasped by a pair of lotus-like hands.

The freckled girl came running crookedly along the path, breathing heavily, her messy hair whirling around her ears.

At the end of the path, Dorian stood with his hands behind his back, smiling, his olive-colored hair swaying in the breeze. He nodded slightly to the freckled girl.

"Young Master? And..."

The person holding the straw hat stood in front of Dorian. The hat covered her face, and the freckled girl could only see her black hair like a waterfall.

"Is this your hat?"

A pleasant voice came, and the straw hat slowly fell down along with her words, and was placed neatly on her slender hands.

The clear lily of the valley flowers swayed slightly on the straw hat, and the face under the hat was graceful and charming, with a smile on her face, as clever as the lily of the valley flowers.

The freckled girl blinked and stared at the oriental girl in front of her.

"My name is Ivy. I was specially invited by Master Dorian to arrange Mrs. Emerson's party."

Ivy smiled, walked forward gracefully, turned the straw hat in her hand over, and placed it steadily on the freckled girl's dark red hair.

"What is this bunch of flowers called? They look like a bunch of little wind chimes. So pretty!"

Ivy brushed the girl's hair away from her ears and tucked it all behind her ears.

"You are also very good-looking. This hat suits you very well. Next time, try sewing some straps. This way it will look nice and strong."

"Okay, okay, thank...thank you Miss Ivy!"

The freckled girl shyly twisted the belt of her clothes, and not only her face, but also her ears turned red.

"The weather is too hot. Miss Ivy and I have prepared sugar tomatoes for the workers. Could you please tell the butler over there? His name is George Smith, and he is standing by the pink and white rose bushes."

Dorian came over, his voice clear and charming, his charming face carried the immaturity of a 15-year-old boy, his every frown and smile made people feel flustered.

"well!"

The freckled girl's head was burning hot. This was the first time she had accepted a task other than pruning branches, so she answered very straightforwardly, quickly grabbed her hat and ran towards the lawn in front of the mansion.

"Run slowly, there are many small stones on the ground, be careful not to fall!"

Ivy gave instructions to the departing girl, placing her hands flat on her forehead to block the scorching sun.

This was her second visit to McMillan Manor. The manor was exquisite and magnificent during the day, with a broad view, which was very different from her last visit at night.

The magnificent fountain in front of the mansion had been razed to the ground, overgrown with emerald green weeds and covered with pebbles, turning it into a lawn the size of a football field.

"Dorian, what do you think of that lawn?" Ivy asked, looking into the distance.

"There's a welcome reception before the banquet begins, and I plan to set it up there."

“What is the welcome reception for?”

"When distinguished guests arrive, they have to wait outside the mansion first. We usually set up a lounge area outdoors. We will prepare cocktails and desserts, and the guests can chat with each other here. Once the owner of the mansion invites them, the servants will invite everyone in and take a seat." Dorian explained patiently.

"You nobles are really troublesome. You are clearly guests who have come from afar, but you can't even go in and rest after your long journey."

"The purpose of the welcome reception is mainly to allow guests to get acquainted with each other. Every family in the upper class is closely connected, but their identities and status are still somewhat different."

"The lower class people want to climb up desperately, while the upper class people want to show their nobility through charity. The nobles have large territories and mainly gather together through various banquets and dances. This is the case for the big and small classes in society, and the aristocratic society is even more clearly divided."

"Human society is indeed like this. At this time, Marx had just proposed the idea of ​​socialism..." Ivy squinted her eyes and thought slowly.

"Is it like this in your hell too?" Ivy joked with a wink.

Dorian breathed lightly, glancing left and right, as if lost in memories.

"It seems to be the case. The greatest ruler is Lord Satan, and then there are the Seven Demon Gods. Below the Seven Demon Gods are demons like us... Hey, it seems that the Seven Demon Gods are also divided into upper and lower levels..."

"Then the highest level of hell is Satan, what is the lowest level?" Ivy tilted her head and asked puzzledly.

"Of course it's the human beings after they die."

"Willn't the God of Death divide humans into heaven and hell after death?"

Dorian smiled and shook his head: "It's no different. Humans who die are also the lowest class in heaven."

"If that's the case, then isn't the entire human society the lowest class?"

"Of course not. Heaven, Hell, and the God of Death in between all revolve around humans. The three depend on humans, but they also control humans."

Dorian smiled more clearly: "In other words, humans are both the creator and the little ant."

"I don't understand..." Ivy pursed her lips and raised her shoulders.

"It's okay. You don't need to know. Anyway, your soul can neither go to heaven nor hell after you die."

"Where will I go?" Ivy asked in confusion. "Because I am Chinese, will I go to the underworld? Or because I believe in Buddhism, will I go to paradise?"

Ivy thought about it carefully, then lowered her head and grinned: "Hey, I don't have that much cultivation..."

"Go to my stomach, have you forgotten the contract between us?"

Dorian's cold voice sounded in Ivy's ears, with a hint of cunning and self-righteousness.

Ivy had half of her face curled up, and she trembled a little when she saw the red light coming out of those olive green eyes.

"I believe that time is still a long time away, please focus on now."

"Want to go there and take a look?"

Ivy responded and walked towards the lawn with Dorian.