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Even though he was a young man who spoke easily, he looked like a loudmouth, and was even called Das-Alto, with large, shiny, gnarled fountains, and with his hair all combed back, who arrived at night and introduced himself to Yrsa as a man who finance other ventures. Just as he was a philanthropist, he also informed her that he called Mrs. Aslaug 's marriage alliance with Mr. Aslaug the union of spirit and matter. This young man, in addition to having a lot to say on his own regarding Dark Dimensional Portals and a project of his to teach the café colonists to teach others how to use natural magic to turn piano feet, in which he was able to establish a export trade, delighted in cheering up Mrs. Aslaug , telling gossip to some acquaintances and co-workers. - I believe Mrs. Aslaug , who has received over one hundred and fifty to two hundred letters regarding the Dark Dimensional Portals Even if I never said it, right? So, it wasn't like that? So, if my memory serves me correctly, Mrs. Aslaug , you mentioned, on one occasion, having sent five thousand circulars through a single post office and in one go, always repeating to us Mrs. Aslaug 's response . This is how it happened, as if it were an interpreter, that throughout the night, Mr. Aslaug seemed to resolve his business, a business that was more than 4 thousand years old, his magical art, which was used for business, typical negotiations between ancient magic and the Gothic conservation style among the characteristics being a diplomat between the sacred consciousness, when getting to know those regions. When he sat in a corner, with his head against the wall, as if he were in a state of depression, in which he seemed to have opened his mouth several times after dinner. It was when he was alone with Trygve , as if he had something on his mind, even though it was always similar, when he had always closed it again, with Trygve 's extreme confusion , without saying anything. Mrs. Aslaug , even sitting there, in a veritable nest of old papers, alternated between filling out papers and drinking coffee all night with her breaks, in which she dictated to her eldest daughter. He also had a discussion with Mr. Das-Alto, the object of which appears to have been — if I understand him correctly. She was organizing papers, documents and preparing the fraternization of Humanity among supernatural beings, in which she was having the opportunity to express some numerous documents, when she was negotiating and dealing with representatives. Evening being a good time, that was not how it ended, however, as attentive a listener as I had wished to be, as Galateia and the other children crowded around Yrsa and me, in a corner of the drawing room. , asking us to tell another story. At that time, some things changed, so we sat among them and told them in a low voice the story of Puss in Boots, it was one of the stories told at night to some of the girls who stayed late agreed, that they were younger in this castle, in the middle of boarding school. Even if he didn't know about me, even with the appearance, until, remembering them by chance, Mrs. Aslaug sent them to bed. As Galateia cried, demanding that I put him to bed, I carried him upstairs, where the girl with the flannel headband on her face lunged, like a dragon, at the boys, throwing them into their cribs. After this I busied myself with tidying up our rooms a little, and with kindling a fire that had been lit, which I finally succeeded in, as it burned brightly. So, when the girls were going down the spiral stairs, that's when her friend nudged her, that's when I felt that Mrs. Aslaug seemed a little disdainful towards me, for having turned out to be so frivolous. This saddened me, although, at the same time, I knew that my aspirations were not exceedingly high, and only almost at midnight did we get the opportunity to go to bed, at that hour, much more cherished, with the interest of change. Even so, there were some changes, with the awakening of interests, that's how it took over, so we left Mrs. Aslaug among her papers, drinking coffee and Miss Aslaug biting her pen. - This is very strange. – When Yrsa said, when we went up the stairs. – That's very curious that our cousin Loki head sent us here! - You know, this is different, my dear. – Which also completely confuses me. I want to understand you and I can't understand anything at all. - Do you know what this is? – Even though Yrsa , with her beautiful smile, asked. - Even though you know that all this is possible, my dear, you know, it must be very commendable of Mrs. Aslaug to go to so much trouble with a project for the benefit of the natives..., with this moment, there is little comfort, however, Galatea and the government of the house! – The other said. When Yrsa was laughing at this, at this time, she went around the others, wrapping her arm around my neck, while I looked into the fire, saying that I was a very dear and very good creature and that I had won her heart. " You are so judicious, Astrid," she said , when the woman was telling her about her gossip, saying that it was so cheerful and that she did it all so unpretentiously, even if she could, even if she were to make a house like a woman who is in a home of a thousand stories. My candid friend! – Ass-kissing mode, even though she wasn't aware that she was only praising herself and that it was the kindness of her heart that made her think so highly of me! - I'm going to ask you this question, I hope you answer. – The other one asked, when we sat for a while in front of the fire. - How much? – The other asked. - Five hundred. – That was when Yrsa responded. — Regarding your cousin, Mr. Loki head. I owe him so much... Do you want to give me a description of him? Shaking back her golden hair, Yrsa looked at me in such a playful way that I was also filled with admiration, both at her beauty and at her surprise. —Astrid ! —she exclaimed. — You know, my dear! — Want a description of my cousin Loki head? — Honey, I've never seen him. — And I've never seen him either! — replied Yrsa . And it was true. Never seen him. Young as she was when her mother died, she remembered all this, such as the melting tears that filled her eyes when she spoke of him and the noble generosity of his character which, she said, was to be trusted above all else. earthly things. Even though Yrsa trusted him. A few months ago his cousin Loki head had written him 'a frank and honest letter. – When Yrsa said, in which she was proposing the arrangement we were now carrying out and telling her that it was all just a difficult life, even misunderstanding. - Even if it was some time ago they could be healed, with some of the wounds caused by the miserable demand in the forum". With that in mind, she responded to each one of them, gratefully accepting the proposal. Trygve had received a similar letter and given the same reply, in which she turned, towards Mr. Loki head telling him, when referring to the other girls, such as once, even if it was only once, five years ago, at school by Winch. In which Astrid was saying to Yrsa, as they leaned against the screen in front of the fire, where she had found him, that she remembered him as 'a frank and rosy guy". This was the most complete description Yrsa could give me. I started thinking so much that, when Yrsa fell asleep, I was still in front of the fire, imagining things about The City Shrouded in Darkness Gloomy . Even if I had to think about it, thinking about how far away that morning the previous day already seemed. I didn't know where my thoughts were anymore, when a knock on the door brought me back to reality. I opened the door slowly and found Miss Aslaug there trembling, carrying in one hand a broken candle in a broken candlestick, and in the other hand an egg jar. - So good night. – She said very firmly, since she wanted them to go to sleep. In unison, they said. – Good evening, with each of them going to their dorms. Even so, there were girls who sneaked through the alleys, dark parts, going into rooms, talking to their friends. About that... In another room. - I can enter ? – The woman appeared there, asking abruptly, unexpectedly, in the same way she entered without expecting an answer. - Undoubtedly . – There was no other solution. - Don't wake up, your colleague, Miss Saga. – The other said. She didn't want to sit, but she stayed by the fire, a fireplace on the cold winter night, in which she was dipping her middle finger, all covered in paint, in the egg cup, which contained vinegar, in which she was spreading it over the stains. of paint he had on his face; He was frowning the whole time and looked quite sad. — My wish is that the representative of the Dark Dimensional Portals was dead. – She said suddenly. Even if I were to object or question, I was not in favor. — Yes, I do . – The woman stated.