"Misunderstanding? Humph! Men are all the same. Even after tricking a woman into bed, they'll only say it was a beautiful misunderstanding."
When saying this, the expression on Miss Anya's face was full of contempt, but then it became a bit embarrassed, obviously recalling some not-so-wonderful memories.
However, the night was alluring and covered the girl's expression, making Jon unaware of this.
But just as he said just now, this was indeed a misunderstanding, but an inexplicable misunderstanding.
Fortunately, Jon didn't intend to defend himself; instead, he abruptly changed the topic.
"Before defending myself, I must say that neither Earl Rosby nor that idiot just now is your ideal candidate."
At this moment, under the premise of facing a huge misunderstanding, Jon not only didn't discuss the matter as it stood but instead, like a busybody, offered advice to Miss Anya.
While expressing his attitude, Jon's face was also full of sincerity, completely unlike teasing the other party.
And his sudden transition and intrusion also stunned the red-haired woman.
"Shut up! Who on earth are you? Why break into my room? You'd better explain clearly, or I'll call someone!"
After firing off a series of deadly questions, the conversation between the two finally returned to the right track.
Taking advantage of this gap, Jon managed to move his figure to the window.
Then, the new baron sheathed the rapier at his waist, and without any explanation, flipped over and jumped off the balcony.
Seeing the intruder leave, Miss Anya, who was somewhat bluffing, instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before her heartbeat could calm down, she saw that rude country bumpkin who had bought clothes from her poke his head out from the railing again.
"Seriously, Earl Rosby is bankrupt, and the other fool is obviously unable to fulfill the duties of a husband. So if you plan to marry someone to find support, I suggest you'd better act fast."
After saying this, the intruder jumped off the terrace without looking back, and then disappeared into the night.
It wasn't until that vigorous figure completely disappeared that Miss Anya turned her gaze to the garden below the balcony.
When she saw Mr. Jonathan lying flat on the grass, she only lingered for a moment before retreating to her room, completely ignoring that playboy's thoughts.
...
That night, the alchemy salon held in Old Joy's manor also ushered in a dramatic ending after ups and downs.
The two young nobles from across the Narrow Sea, and Old Joy who insisted on getting the alchemy formula, showed the extravagance belonging to their respective continents with a willful gamble.
Of course, since it was a gamble, there would definitely be winners and losers.
The winning side naturally takes all, while the loser naturally cannot escape having nothing.
In short, on the morning of the second day after the salon ended, Miss Anya got up early as usual to tidy up the two-wheeled carriage, ready to go to Tampa town to manage the shop.
Of course, before that, she didn't forget to routinely go to her father's room, ready to check if there were any expensive expenses needed to be paid on the way.
When she pushed open the door to Old Joy's room, she didn't see her father's drunken figure.
Except for a letter still warm placed in the most conspicuous place on the table, the room was a mess.
Seeing this situation, Miss Anya could only unfold the letter with full of doubts, but the content inside almost made her fall down on the spot.
"Greetings upon opening this letter, to my dearest daughter."
"My child, when you were born, the whole of Westeros whispered the name: Anya Taylor-Joy."
"My child, I proudly watched you grow day by day, becoming the embodiment of wisdom and beauty."
"Remember, we have always maintained the family's honor with wisdom and courage."
"I also believe that you will prudently maintain this tradition."
"One day, I will return to Westeros with glory... and you, will surely usher in happiness."
Looking at the familiar handwriting on the letter, Miss Anya wished this was a confirmation letter for a sky-high bill.
However, reading between the lines, she naturally knew that the irresponsible father had obviously left her behind and ran away.
As for what exactly happened, even Miss Anya herself was not clear.
But soon, as a servant walked into the room and reported in detail what happened last night, including the fact that Old Joy, after losing his head in gambling, asked Jon for an advance on his daughter's dowry, but still lost everything.
In short, after listening to the servant's report, Miss Anya finally understood that she had obviously been sold by her dear old father to that Wolf Lyantarg, an Essosi noble from Asshai, who was also an extremely stingy country bumpkin.
In addition, her father's signed confirmation of debt and the joint letter from relevant nobles as guarantors were neatly placed on the table.
Seeing this scene, Miss Anya, who was originally prepared to pack her luggage and follow her father across the Narrow Sea, couldn't help collapsing into the chair.
As a girl of only seventeen, she wasn't like this from the beginning.
Even though she always showed strength and shrewdness in front of the world, in fact, deep in the girl's heart, she also longed to be loved and cared for.
However, after her mother passed away, she had to shoulder responsibilities that didn't belong to her and maintain the family until now.
If it weren't for her mother's reputation, she might really have reneged on this gambling agreement, and wouldn't acknowledge its validity.
After all, even that unreliable father chose to run away, so why should she keep the reputation of the previous generation in mind?
But precisely because of Old Joy's act of fleeing in panic, Miss Anya couldn't abandon her mother's reputation.
Thinking of this, the red-haired girl quickly stood up firmly, and then took a few deep breaths.
After doing all this, she picked up the shackles belonging to her from the table, and then returned to her room.
...
At the same time, after successfully achieving the set goal last night, Jon, who had gained an unexpected joy in life, did not sleep peacefully; instead, he was somewhat sleepless all night.
When the sky was about to brighten, he just felt a hint of drowsiness, but the door was pushed open violently.
Immediately after, the energetic Arya had already jumped onto his bedside.
"Quick, quick, quick, sleepyhead, get up, hunting time is here."
When saying this, Arya's face had an unnatural flush, obviously caused by excessive excitement.
Since Jon and the Bull returned in the early hours of the morning last night, Arya missed the opportunity to ask in person.
Early this morning, after confirming that her plan was successfully implemented, Arya, who got her wish, was cheering excitedly, wishing she could go to check the results immediately, including seeing that Miss Anya, beautiful as a fox, with her own eyes.
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