Redstone: Sanctuaries
Extra Story [Nolan] and Note

It's Wednesday now. Wednesday has only one meaning for Nolan: the letter of Jose.

He galloped across the stone-paved road at Bjork, pounding the human traffic with a palm over his head, holding his hat from flying. The wind blew on him, making the cotton blouse he was wearing stick to the body.

"Hey Nolan!" exclaimed Pierre who was taking out a billboard from his shop. "Help me a minute!"

"Later, Pierre!" nolan nodded without looking. He waved big as an apology gesture. "Later!"

"Oh! You're wearing pants, so it's Wednesday?" exclaiming someone from the balcony of the house he passed, Nolan did not lift his face. He just raised one thumb.

Although increasingly accustomed to wearing a dress or skirt, today Nolan wears pants. He always wears pants every Wednesday, so he can run.

"A lady doesn't run" Jeanne always scolded her like that, and Nolan kept running.

He arrived in front of the Argent manor in time. The Postman just arrived. His name is William Forbis. The man once asked Nolan to call him by first name only, but the name brought bad memories for Nolan, so he still called him Mr. Forbi.

"Just in time, son," Forbis laughed at Nolan's reddish face. "You're getting faster now."

"And my breath is getting stronger!" Nolan exclaimed cheerfully.

"A lady did not shout," again one of Jeanne's reprimands flashed through Nolan's mind. But he immediately put the voice out. Wednesday is his. He will be Nolan of the South, not Nolan the Whisperer.

"Although that's the case, you know I won't give you your letter before handing over the letters to Argent, right?" Forbis stepped into the gate first.

"I know," Nolan said. He's been waiting for a week. Plus a few more minutes was no problem for him.

George opened the door to welcome them. The letters are placed in sweet silver trays for sorting then handed over to each recipient. Nolan was still amazed whenever he saw the pile of envelopes that came to this house. Though the letter brought by Forbis was a "common letter". Special letters are carried by private messengers to maintain confidentiality.

"And this is yours, Nolan." Forbis took out a letter from his chest pouch, not from the bag. The old man always separated the letter for Nolan and took care of it personally. Warm smile. "Can you read it yourself?"

"I can read!" sahut Nolan fast. He glanced at George, who raised an eyebrow at him in disapproval. Nolan cleared his throat slowly, hurriedly adding, "Thank you for bringing me Mr. Forbi. I can read, really. Just sometimes need a dictionary."

Forbis laughs. When the man was gone, George approached Nolan politely. "Miss will use the library?"

"If I may," said Nolan, with all his might, turning his eyes away from Jose's handwriting. "I'll ask Marco or Jeanne for permission, if they exist."

"Master and Great Mistress are resting with Miss Thea, they don't want to be disturbed. But Mrs Jeanne has allowed it" George smiled. He moves his hands in a welcoming style. "Library free for Miss use. I'll drop off."

"Eh, there's no need. Thank you Mr. George. I know the way. After all, you still have a lot of work to do" Nolan said quickly. George is a servant he really likes. The man always treated her with respect and often opened the door for her— for her who was only a worker.

"If that's what Miss wants," said George politely. "Run the bell if Miss needs help or needs anything."

Nolan nodded. "I can do it myself, anyway. But thank you, Mr. George!"

He quickly walked up the stairs to the second floor, greeted some familiar servants, and soon shut himself up in the home library after picking up a dictionary book.

Knowing that Nolan would be working with Jeanne as a whisperer and struggling with reading and etiquette, Jose suggested that they send letters to each other. With the letter, Nolan would be able to study all three at once. Jose sends him letters regularly once a week. It was just a trivial matter, talking about what Nolan learned, talking about the fools at their parties and titles, as well as other small things in a stylish and pretentious writing format, sometimes using terms is difficult to behave like a scholar. Nolan liked their silly letters. He gets a lot of knowledge, knows more names, and can have fun.

"What is yu .. jurisdiction?" Nolan muttered in surprise as he read. He scrolled his dictionary to find the word in question.

"Scope of power or responsibility in a particular territory," is the responsibility of a vote.

Nolan was aghast, almost jumping up in shock to hear it. He turned his head in shock to the back of his shoulder, finding Rolan staring with an interested face. His shoulders are on the side of the closet.

"When were you there?" Nolan quickly slipped his letter into the dictionary.

"For a long time," said Rolan. "I was here first before you walked in giggling."

"I'm not giggling!" Nolan's cheeks hinted red with annoyance. "This is my place! You should know that every Wednesday I'm here!"

"No!"

"You know he's my nephew, right? I memorized his handwriting."

"If so what is it?!" reply Nolan ferociously. His blue eyes flashed with anger. It felt like he was caught doing something dirty when he was just reading a regular letter.

Rolan still did not remove the smile from his lips, which made Nolan even more afraid. He had seen the man casually stab people in the eye with a fork— as info, the person who was stabbed in the eye by Rolan was an uninvited guest who entered suddenly when Nolan, Jeanne, Marco, Thea, and Nolan were all in, and Rolan was having lunch in a special room in the restaurant. Rolan threw his fork, wiped his lips with a feeding cloth, then walked over to the person who was rolling on the floor and dragged him away. Marco and Jeanne continued eating as if nothing had happened, but Nolan had no appetite after that.

The man couldn't have killed him because he was working with Jeanne, that's all Nolan held to keep from being too scared.

"Lord Marsh's been looking for you since yesterday" said Rolan suddenly, turning from the topic of the letter. "Heard he invited you to his party?"

"I'm not coming." Nolan put his hand on the dictionary, feeling he had to protect his letter. Although doing it with the most natural movement possible, he knew he could not fool Rolan's eyes. The man must have known his purpose because the smile that was over there became mocking.

"Why not?" Rolan propped his head up on his hands. The brown eyes of the beans behind the clear glasses look as usual. "She seems to like you."

"I don't like him."

"Who do you like? Jose?" when saying that name, Rolan's voice turned cold until Nolan shuddered in horror.

"Who I like is none of your business!" Nolan took a deep breath, able to understand why Rolan was interrogating him. The man was worried that his nephew's household was broken, as if Nolan could just ruin it. "Marsh doesn't like me. He just looked at me like a new animal that caught his attention. A kind of distraction so as not to get bored. She changes girlfriends every week."

"He never invites anyone unless he likes that person."

"If she likes me" Nolan's voice quivered with an emotion she couldn't understand, "she'll figure out what I like, what makes me happy, what she shouldn't tell me. I'm. Hates. Feast of. Bourgeoisie. If he likes me, he'll know that and respect it. What do you think the party will be like? I'll be laughed at and made fun of there!"

Rolan was silent, observing Nolan for quite a while. "The tea party. Not a night party. Why are you always suspicious? What makes you a crisis of trust?"

"Just the same! She liked the person who dressed up like a doll," Nolan sighed. "Listen, Doc. Jose already has a wife, I know that. I don't bother him either. We only send letters once a week, and they're just normal." Her eyes are hot watery. "He only thinks I'm his friend, maximum consider me a sister. And I want to enjoy that. I'm not bothering Maria!"

"I know." Rolan stood up from his seat. "I'm just worried about you" he said understandingly. "If you continue to drown yourself and make the letter your only pleasure, the light of your life, you will be hurt." He walked past Nolan, patted the girl's head gently and said, "That's not healthy. Even Marco is worried about you."

Nolan silent. Her tears fell down on the table. Don't fool Nolan, he thought stubbornly, he just pretended to be understanding without sincerity.

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