Chapitre 116: Rift

Mr. Crowly looked at the small box in Alice's hand and then turns away to Mrs. Crowly. "Where to next?" He asked. 

Mrs. Crowly didn't turn her head to him, it had been that way for the past day. "The king has graciously granted us a room in the castle but for now, since he hasn't arrived, we agreed to meet in the waiting house. As to where that is, I'm sure you know."

Of course, he knew, he had to know, he was the infamous Mr. Crowly. A great geographer of his time who memorized maps the first time he reads them and can lead you places off the map as long as he's toured that area once. Didn't mean he liked to direct though, especially not on days where he doesn't need to be directing or before he's supposed to lead someone more significant or when he could have reached that area without doing it himself. His closest friends knew that, his children knew that, and definitely his wife knew that, but yet…