On the terrace bathed in autumn sunlight, Audrey, wearing a fresh-looking holiday straw hat, sat in a deck chair, leisurely flipping through a fashion magazine.
On the small round table beside her were delicate pastries and a cup of red tea, a specialty of the family estate.
Suddenly, she raised her head and looked towards the edge of the terrace. There, wearing a black trench coat and a silk top hat, Gehrman Sparrow walked over step by step.
Audrey turned her head and glanced at her personal maid,
At the same time, Audrey noticed that the surroundings seemed to have dimmed slightly.
She immediately stood up, lifted her skirt slightly, and curtsied.
During this process, she had initially intended to discuss the
If it were purely the former, Audrey figured that "The World," Gehrman Sparrow, would have arranged to meet Above the
At the same time, she keenly sensed that Mr. World's emotions were quite complex, combining satisfaction and happiness with dejection and sorrow.
For Gehrman Sparrow's primary physician, such a situation was not uncommon and often meant the other party might need a certain amount of understanding or reassurance.
"Both." Klein pulled up a chair and sat down at the small round table.
"Red tea, or coffee?" Although Audrey had never actively investigated Mr. World's background, she had met Dwayne Dantès many times and had attended conferences, dinners, and balls with him. And with the sharp observational skills of a Spectator, many details were not secrets.
For example, Audrey knew that when "Dwayne Dantès" was Gehrman Sparrow, his palate favored sweet, oily, and slightly sour flavors: he preferred sugar to milk in his coffee; he liked lemon slices in his black tea; among all pastries, his first choice was the type with cream; he loved foie gras, loved the skin of roast chicken, preferred ribeye steak over tenderloin, and loved Disi pie far more than bread.
Furthermore, Audrey was absolutely certain that the other party was a spice lover with high demands for seasonings, and in this aspect, his taste leaned more towards the Disi Shire.
Based on these details, Audrey believed that with so many pastries laid out on the table, it would be very impolite not to invite Mr. World to share them, and the pairing for these pastries would definitely be red tea or coffee.
"Red tea." Klein thought for a moment and replied.
Miss Justice's relaxed, natural, and friendly attitude made him feel much more at ease, believing that this state would be more conducive to the subsequent "therapy."
In that case, enjoying pastries while undergoing psychological treatment was certainly better than any other option.
"Another cup of red tea, with extra lemon slices." Audrey turned her head and said to the maid Annie.
Annie showed no surprise at this instruction, finding everything perfectly reasonable. She turned and walked to the terrace entrance, giving orders to the servants waiting there.
Audrey didn't rush into the psychological treatment, nor did she ask about the reasons for Mr. World's complex emotions. She wore a smile and earnestly introduced the specialties of the estate, using them to compare with Dwayne Dantès's Meige Manor. She naturally related the current situation of his butler and servants: Some stayed at the manor, continuing their previous work. With the output from Meige Manor, it was perfectly fine to support them, and there was even a surplus that could be used to repair the buildings or donate to charity. Audrey only periodically sent an accountant, an assistant butler, and a staff member from her foundation to check on things. Some felt that without a real employer, they couldn't fulfill their roles and were ashamed of the salaries they received, so they resigned and looked for other jobs. Others had developed an interest in charity work, found a new meaning in life, and conveniently joined one of Audrey's foundations...
Klein listened quietly, occasionally asking a question, as if chatting with a friend.
When the red tea was served, he picked up the cup, took a light sip, and nodded in satisfaction.
After watching him eat a small cream cake, Audrey's emerald eyes flickered slightly, and she said with a smile: "For an Angel, food doesn't seem to be a necessity, right?"
"Right. It's just a hobby." After answering simply, Klein added, "It can be used to maintain one's humanity."
"Maintaining one's humanity..." Audrey repeated thoughtfully, "Is this to counter divinity? Is your current mental problem also of this type?"
She had very smoothly steered the topic into the realm of psychological treatment.
Klein nodded lightly and said: "Yes. "You should have some experience of it too. Every Beyonder who gains divinity inevitably experiences this. The difference is only the extent."
Audrey thought back seriously and said: "I occasionally dream of a ball of light, a light that illuminates the entire world. Occasionally, I hear sounds that are indescribable and impossible to comprehend, and I see a blurry, strange, illusory sea that seems to harbor many contradictory concepts. I'm sure it's an illusion, but it feels so real. "Hmm, I sometimes dream of a giant cross and hear someone praying softly, but I can never make out the specific content."
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