48 Hours a Day

Terrence Manor.

Malcolm has always had a regular routine, which is the secret to his ability to remain energetic, especially during the preparations for the Black Business Coalition. Malcolm has always been able to solve the situation in an orderly and sequential fashion, showing no fatigue, clearly in his 40s, but still looks like a young man in his 20s.

He used to lie in bed on time this time, but tonight he's still in the study.

He smoked a book from the shelf and flipped it.

Several waitresses in the corridor dared not breathe at this time, and everyone knew Malcolm was in a bad mood for a while.

Malcolm was originally a grinning character, his divine colours seemed extraordinarily old-fashioned, and his face grew more serious when things came to pass on the beach, and he could feel an appalling atmosphere from a distance.

Before breakfast, a waitress who served him was directly frightened of the plate in his hand, and was dragged out and whipped by a housekeeper beside him. Since then, the slaves at Terrence Manor have become even more frightened.

Seeing that Malcolm had been in the study for almost an hour beyond his bedtime, no one dared to remind him, but feared being punished for not being reminded.

The waitresses were very tangled and finally focused their attention on a short black waitress named Leah, who was also Malcolm's favorite of all waitresses, unlike other waitresses, who almost never punished Malcolm even if she made a mistake, for which she had been ostracized by some.

Leah didn't say anything, turned to the kitchen downstairs, then returned outside the study with a cup of hot milk, tidied her clothes and knocked twice on the door.

Inside came Malcolm's voice, "Come in. ”

The black maid reportedly pushed open the door and Malcolm sat on the velvet sofa without lifting her head.

It wasn't until Leah put the milk on the table in front of him that Malcolm hummed, "Oh, my God, I'm going to wait for a guest tonight, I'm going to sleep late. ”

“Yes, Mr. Malcolm.” Leah smiled, closed the plate and was about to leave, but Malcolm's voice rang again the next moment.

“Has anyone else been in my study lately? ”

Leah was shocked to hear that for a moment she thought Malcolm had discovered that the letter had been stolen. She only took a letter from it and returned it the next day, not knowing how Malcolm had discovered the anomaly.

Was she in such bad luck that the day Malcolm re-examined the old letters and found one missing, but with so many letters there, how could Malcolm remember where each of them was? And most importantly, what should she do now?

Fabricate a thief who doesn't exist? Turn Malcolm's suspicions to the other person to make himself safe, or push things to the other person's head.

At this moment Leah's mind flashed countless thoughts, but this was just a moment, and when she turned around, she had the right confusion on her face, "Is there something missing, but as you requested, Mr. Malcolm, I was usually the only one who came in every time I cleaned. ”

Malcolm shouted, “I was just asking, it hasn't been very peaceful lately, so be careful, it's not always bad.” Finished, he pointed to the chair in front of him. "Now that you're here, don't rush off and talk to me. ”

Leah was relieved and she knew she was gambling correctly. Malcolm didn't find out about the letter. She sat on the chair with her skirt closed and laughed, “What do you want to talk about? ”

Malcolm dropped the book in his hand, "Let's talk about the book, what you've been reading lately. ”

“I'm reading the Bible because a lot of people around me have been reading it since I got to the world. ”

“Well, the quickest way to integrate a culture is to understand its religion, see the memory of Egypt? How do you feel about the Israelites fleeing Egypt under the guidance of the Lord, following Moses the Prophet, through ordeal, and eventually to the promised land flowing with milk and honey? Does this chapter reveal anything to you? ”

Leah gets a little reluctant when she smells a smile.

“Do you know what I like most about you? You rarely say anything against your will, and if it were those guys out there, they would definitely tell me at this point that they love their lives now and never run away and leave.” Malcolm adjusted his sitting position to make his waist more comfortable, "but in fact, nobody likes being enslaved. ”

Leah silenced halfway, “Will the suffering of my compatriots now be brought to an end by the Lord? ”

“What do you think?” Malcolm asks, "Thousands of years ago, those Israelis believed in their Lord, so their Lord took them away from the evil heathen rule, but now you and I believe in the same Creator, do you think he will free you from us? ”

“And where is our path? Will our children and grandchildren continue to be enslaved like us? ”

“It depends on when you can truly integrate into our world. ”

What the black maid wants to say, Malcolm sticks out a finger, "What I'm talking about is not just language, food, clothing or etiquette, religion, these things are important, but most importantly here.” Malcolm pointed to his own head, "and you need to think like us so that you can actually be accepted into our kind. ”

“But will we still be us by that day?” Leah asked.

“The good question, civilization, is the most barbaric thing in the world, and it has only one theme: conquest.” Malcolm said, "It will not stop until it reaches its goal, and if you insist on not being assimilated, there is only one path left to be destroyed. ”

Malcolm's voice fell, the door of the study was knocked again, and the butler's voice rang from the outside, "Mr. Malcolm, the guest is coming. ”

“Well, that's it for today, you go down.” Malcolm waved, the black maid opened the door of the study for a gift, and not long after she walked out, a man in a cloak came in from the outside, and there was still a little rain outside, and there was moisture on his body.

When the door was closed again, he took off his cape, and below it was Fraser's face.