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A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,When she left, the captain had specifically warned her that the Moriarty family wasn't just wealthy; they were also a founding family of statesmen with intelligent servants at their beck and call. Although Master James was a kind man, she still needed to be cautious.,He was clad in pure white fleece pajamas, looking as if he had just stepped out of the bath. His silken blond hair caught the warm glow of the hearth fire. He sat quietly and intently reading by the fire, his delicate features holding a gentle expression… reminding her of a poet, with the flames rising in their home fireplace.。