Operation Red Book

Ivy lifted the curtain hesitantly, and behind it was a small terrace of about two square meters.

Ivy walked in, followed closely by Count Waite. The lowered curtains blocked out most of the sound of the dance music.

The scenery here is very nice. In front of the railing is a large area of ​​camellia trees.

As the flowers were approaching the withering stage, huge bunches of white petals fell from the trees and formed a white pool on the ground.

The crescent moon hung on the treetops, emitting soft light to the earth, making Ivy and Count Waite's eyes clear and watery.

"It's a nice day today, isn't it?"

Count White's clear, slow and low voice came, stirring Ivy's heartstrings bit by bit.

"This conversation has indeed eased a bit. It turns out you still remember what you said to me. Thank you, Lord Earl."

Ivy smiled and turned to look at Count Waite, her clear eyes charming and touching.

"Just call me Weite. Nice to meet you here."

Ivy didn't want to be impolite. She had only met the Earl once before and didn't know his identity, so she had to be cautious.

"No, no, I'd better call you Lord Earl, otherwise it will seem that I don't know British etiquette."

"Hahaha, what etiquette or not, those are just locks used by the upper class to regulate the lower class."

Count White smiled readily, but after hearing that, Ivy put away her smile and only raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Did he mention the class issue? Ivy hoped she had heard correctly. As a noble, she had such thoughts. She didn't know whether it was good or bad.

"It's really surprising that you, as a noble, can have such thoughts."

"In fact, when I heard James and I talk about the 21st century, I wanted to meet you and hear what the world will be like in more than 100 years."

"What do you want to become?"

Ivy asked back. She thought carefully about the world in the 21st century, with one superpower and many strong countries and constant nuclear crises. Britain had long lost its dominant position and had become a running dog of the United States.

There was a gleam in Count Waite's eyes. He rested his arms on the railing, looked at the moon in the distance, and expressed his inner ideals word by word.

"I hope that there will no longer be class distinctions, no longer the nobility of blood, and that everyone in the world can live in peace and receive equal rewards."

These words sound so familiar, as if I have read them from some famous book, but what is certain is that Count Waite has the potential to become a gay!

"Excuse me, but have you ever read the books of Marx and Engels?" Ivy asked tentatively with her eyes wide open.

"Yes, I read their book at Eton. It's a great book. And I did my degree at Oxford on a subject related to it."

"So we are really comrades! The Earl is not only a kind-hearted person, but also has such outstanding ideas and mature foresight."

Ivy was ecstatic in her heart and ranked Count Waite in the top three of her list of male gods.

"Sorry, did I... scare you?" Count Waite stopped smiling and asked gently.

"No, no, no, I really respect you for having such an idea. In fact, more than 100 years later, my hometown China, as well as Vietnam, Cuba and other countries are moving towards this goal..." Ivy explained with great interest.

"So, there is no Britain..." Count White's mouth drooped, and his tone was obviously disappointed.

Ivy listened to it in her heart, and didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she could only say truthfully: "Sorry, there was no Britain. At that time, even the British royal family still existed..."

"Wow--"

The curtain was pulled open, and Dorian broke into the space between the two of them, scaring Ivy.

"I'm sorry to bother you two. Lord Waite, mother asks you to go to the study."

Dorian said with a smile, his olive eyes and two fangs shining in the moonlight.

Count Waite bowed to Ivy, said sorry, then pulled up the curtain and left.

Dorian and Ivy were left alone on the small terrace in the shadow.