Chapter 91.3 The Attempt

Your words, Mr. Hoshino, mean a lot to those who keep the old memory alive. But at the same time, you have shown yourself to be a potential problem for the authorities. It wasn't too wise, now many will only confirm the need for your 're-education'. — The man grinned, echoed by Bullstrode's laughter.

— Of course, of course, — I smiled. — And to that end it is necessary to hand over the care of the 'stupid boy' to someone who is either loyal to the authorities or openly 'light'. — He said with a frankly fake look of understanding and seriousness, and nodded. — And who cares if the boy "loses" a certain amount of weight, right? It's for the good!

— And no other way! — Somehow, quickly and easily, the men lost some of their pride and cheered up. — If they could, they would have re-educated us, too, for everyone wants to get rich without doing too much work.

Our meal lasted about an hour. Both the food and the drink were wonderful, but what surprised me the most were my fellow travelers. I don't know what these people are really like, but their unexpected openness, as well as the ease with which they shared "common knowledge" information, made me question and expect bad things.

Nobody does anything for nothing, especially the English, so their actions must have some personal benefit. Except that I can't understand it — too little information and inability to use the cross-analysis method at this stage.

Also, I can't (it's not in my nature) be rude to people out of the blue, especially since there was not even a hint of a threat. And in general, if you suspect everyone and everything of being mean and nasty, you can go crazy. We'll live and see, as they say. Lunch was over, but I was invited to dinner at the Greengrasses'.

As Henry put it, — It would be interesting for his girls to interact with a native of another culture. I didn't refuse the opportunity, but clarified the composition and number of the "girls," confirming my knowledge that the Greengrass family now consisted of the head, his wife, Suellen Merion, his eldest daughter, Daphne, and the youngest, Astoria. There is also a former head, Joshua Darcis Greengrass, Master of Ritualism and the Occult, but he lives separately.

Since I left the meeting at the beginning of the second day, plus a meeting with two local businessmen, and the conversation revealed what the gentlemen were in charge of, I had only a little more than four hours before dinner. I wouldn't have time to do much, but I would have time to visit my shops.

Especially since the greenhouse requires the installation of a system of charms to regulate temperature, humidity, and irrigation, which are expensive, and my workers are all weak for such things, their strength is only enough to support them.

Their strength is weak. Well, that's exactly what I'm going to do, because all this mumbling about "hard" and "time-consuming" is starting to get on my nerves. You see, it's hard for them to maintain and nurture their own spells on an hourly basis, but they are much weaker.