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1777, June 1.

It's been a horrible day, and the publishers are urging me to submit manuscripts again, but now every time I pick up a pen, those names flash through my mind.

Nate Mitodella, Bertie Holt, and Madeleine Martin, they all died because of me.

I'm afraid to write anything right now, ironically, as a writer I never imagined that what I wrote on my notes would one day become reality.

When did things start?

Early or mid-May?

I just wrote a name at random. I never thought that this name would appear in a real newspaper one day, and the tragic experience that happened to this child is exactly the same as the record in my book.

Maybe just a coincidence, I can only console myself.

But there are more and more weird dreams, and many times I will pick up the pen unconsciously.

They usually don't have names, just a simple scene, a sentence, and many things can't be proven true or false, until one day a familiar person appeared in my diary for the first time.

too terrifying.

Is this just one of my nightmares, or is it the future?

I don't know, but he is my friend and I will not allow such a tragedy to happen to him.

Drive out of town.

But when I got there, the barn was still engulfed by thick smoke. It was a fire like never before and spread to the surrounding farmland. 12 people who didn't have time to escape were spared.

I didn't go to the doctor's report, but I know he died of suffocation rather than fire because that's how it was described in my diary.

Is this a demon's curse?

This quirky pen from the Southern Islands, or a diary wrapped in grey suede on a desk?

No, neither.

After replacing a dozen pens and throwing away thick stacks of journals, I was finally convinced that it was my fault.

I don't dare to read any newspapers now, and even let the maid forcibly tie me to the bed when I'm resting, but I can't stop it, and the hallucinations still accompany me.

Finally, I picked up the pen in a deep sleep and wrote down a familiar name that was somewhat unfamiliar.

Lawrence Skind.

Who is he?

Yes, I remembered it. It was a boy I accidentally met 10 years ago when I was on vacation at my aunt's country estate. He was the same age as me, and he looked seventeen or eighteen.

Shy yet handsome.

By the way, there is another person, Louis, his brother.

A calm and eccentric young man.

Weird why I never thought of him before?

Obviously in my memory, Louis is so outstanding, special, and unforgettable at first sight.

But before I thought of Lawrence, it was as if this man never existed.

"In the lighthouse on the east coast, Onila * Tarres and Mr. Stringer found a letter to themselves."

Looking at the writing on the notes, the fear took my breath away. This was the first time that my name appeared in the words I wrote.

Skind, I have to find their brothers.

…………

After buying some food, Sigmon went back to their old house in Liam City. The sun was just right in the afternoon. Although the weather was a bit hot, Sigmund saw Lawrence in front of the door from a distance. Busy figure.

The house is not big. The downstairs is a rudimentary living room and kitchen. There are only two rooms above it. The paint on the door is peeling off. When Sigmon went back, Lawrence was smearing on it with a brush. .

After leaving Liam City to visit Teresa, Lawrence looked much better after returning. The two exchanged a few words and put away the things. Sigmon rolled up his sleeves and helped Lawrence paint together.

It was busy until evening before Lawrence returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner. After washing up, Sigmon sat on the steps in front of the door and felt the long-lost peace.

This is ordinary life without extraordinary intervention.

This is the lower part of Liam City. The houses are next to each other. The sun is about to set, and the busy workers are rushing home to eat. The streets are particularly lively.

At this moment, someone rang a bell in the distance, and a black horse dragged a luxury carriage with a golden top and a white border into the street.

The carriage stopped in the street for a while, then started again, and went straight to Sigmon. The door opened, and a figure in a maid costume jumped out of the carriage.

"Good evening, sir, is this Mr. Skinder's house?"

Sigmon looked up and down at the maid. It was standard maid decoration, but the materials were high-quality. The price of this dress was more than half a year's income of ordinary workers.

Glancing into the carriage, Sigmund smiled.

"Lawrence, someone is looking for you!" he shouted casually.

With a handsome and vicissitudes face, Lawrence is indeed easy to become the favorite of many noble ladies.

Haha, maybe there will be a good show in a while.

"who is it?"

Lawrence walked out of the room while wiping his hands. At this time, he got the affirmative news. The maid opened the carriage and led a woman in a long white floral dress down.

The woman wears a white silk top hat on her head, and a thin veil covers her face. Judging from the exposed skin on her neck and palms, she is no more than 30 years old.

"I'm Lawrence Stringer, may I ask..." Lawrence looked puzzled.

The woman lifted the veil, revealing a delicate and thin face. She looked extremely tired. When Lawrence looked at her, she was also looking at Lawrence carefully.

"Lawrence Stringer?"

"Yes, it's me." Lawrence nodded.

"You've changed so much. It's only been 10 years, and I almost don't recognize you." The woman sighed and extended her right hand generously.

"Onila Tarres, remember me?"

"10 years ago, I lived in the Vitas Manor in Vincent Township for a while, and I often met you during that time."

"Vincent Town."

Lawrence recalled, and after a while seemed to remember something, "I remember, the Vitas Manor you mentioned is where Ms. Sophia lives. She is a good person and often helps people in the town."

"And of course you, Miss Tareth."

"Just call me Ornella." The woman chuckled, then turned to Sigmund who was standing aside.

"Who is this……"

"He's Sigmund, my son," Lawrence introduced.

"This Miss Tareth was my childhood friend."

"Wait, what did you say?!" Ornella's eyes widened.

"He's your son? Stop kidding, Lawrence."

"Although I don't know why it's only been 10 years, you look so much older, but your son?!" Onila covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Unless you had a baby when you were 9~www.wuxiamtl.com~ 10 years is not enough time to raise a baby this big!"

Hearing Ornella's words, Lawrence was stunned, but Sigmund's expression immediately became serious.

At this moment, Onila frowned and seemed to remember something, "I see, you are joking."

She smiled lightly.

"Is this Sigmund the child of your brother Louis?"

"Louis?!" Sigmund's heart trembled, but Lawrence beside him looked puzzled.

"I don't have a brother and I don't know Louis."

"Miss Tales, I'm afraid you have misremembered."

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