She listened to the performance report for a day, and she was almost exhausted.
But the sense of honor that holds most of the wealth and economic lifeblood of the entire country, and determines the life and death of tens of thousands of famous workers, is indeed very good.
Sill couldn't help but laugh stupidly at the thought that he had become such a powerful figure.
She smiled and smiled when she suddenly remembered something important.
She sat up straight and looked ahead, thinking to herself, since she couldn't leave this country for three years, why didn't she let people go looking for her father and Karen and let her father and Karen come to this country She didn't know what life her father and Karen were living now.
And here she is a Duchess, and if her father and Cullen come, they can enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth.
Wouldn't that be much better than her going to her father and Karen?
Right.
Just do it Cill made up his mind, straightened up, and walked out the door, intending to let the butler do it.
Next.
Cill was reading the results report from the shipping company in the bookkeeper, and Fred, the middle-aged butler, walked into the bookkeeper with two paintings and opened the open door.
Cill looked up, and Fred said with some guilt: "Duchess, I didn't see that the door was closed, so I came in, you wouldn't mind, would you?"
Cill put the document in his hand on the table, stood up straight and said with a smile, "It's okay, come and show me if the painter's painting looks like what I said."
Ciel walked up to the butler, who handed the two paintings to Cill and said, "Duchess" Cill took the two paintings and opened them, opening them to her father's smile that froze on her face.
She noticed that although the man in the painting had the same facial features and beard as she had described, there was not a trace of her father, Brunlist, when looked horizontally and vertically.
With one last bit of hope, Ciel opened the second Cullen's painting, and found that it didn't resemble Cullen at all, except for the blue-green eyes.
"Hey" Cill sighed in frustration.
The butler asked incomprehensibly, "Duchess, you don't look happy, are these paintings not up to your requirements?"
"Yes, the men in these two pictures are exactly the same as I described, but they are not at all like the person I am looking for."
Cill threw the two paintings on the tea table, tugged at the white plush shawl from his shoulder, and turned sulking towards his desk.
The butler looked at Cill with a look of embarrassment; "But the Duchess, this is already the best painter" Ciel stopped and turned his head to look at the butler who was furrowed for a while, and then ordered, "Throw these two paintings away, and then just find a blank piece of paper with the names of my father and my friend, and let those people find them."
"Yes, the Duchess."
The butler picked up the two paintings and reluctantly retreated.
Cill snorted unhappily and walked to his desk to continue reading the report he hadn't read.
"Duchess Duchess is not good" A man in a brown shipping overalls suddenly ran through the door, and Cill stopped and turned his head to find that it was the manager of the shipping company.
Cill frowned and asked, "Why is it so flustered, I don't know and I think it's the end of the world."
The man panted and ran to Syl's, handed him the messy open leather bag in his hand to Syl, and hurriedly said, "Duchess, look at this document quickly, it's a big deal."
Cill glanced at the man, took the leather pouch and pulled out the papers. oshow7 t1706231537: