Arthur was still sleepy and tired, and wanted to go back to sleep. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Black Sheep just looked at Arthur and didn't do anything, Arthur and Black Sheep looked at each other for a while and got bored.

He suddenly leaned back, lay back on the hay-paved "bed", exhaled forcefully, and closed his eyes.

"Arthur?" Naine called, she was still a little worried, and the strange feeling that rose in Arthur's heart also infected Nain.

"You're right, it's just a black goat, and I care what it does. If it wants to look at me, I can't gouge out its eyes. Okay, I'll go back to sleep, and I'll trouble you about the vigilance. ”

Arthur said this, and Naine was relieved. She broke away from Arthur's body, knelt beside Arthur, stared at Arthur in the thin light, and reached out to caress Arthur's face, as if singing a soft lullaby with her warm and delicate palm, guiding Arthur to sleep again.

Arthur didn't open his eyes. He knew that Nain was doing this so that he could sleep peacefully. The gentle touch and the warmth from the girl's palm really made Arthur very comfortable. After a while, his heart, which was stirred by the strange gaze of the black goat, calmed down under Nayin's caresse.

Watched and caressed by Nayin, Arthur soon fell asleep again.

After making sure that Arthur was asleep, Nain looked not far away, the black goat that was still watching Arthur after being blocked by the fence.

Like Arthur, Naine felt weird, and she even asked softly, "What do you want?"

But the black sheep won't respond to Nayin. Naine also thinks she's silly talking to a goat.

Anyway, please don't disturb Arthur to sleep, he is too tired and needs to rest.

These are the words that Nayin said in her heart when she looked at the black goat.

If it's for Arthur's good, Naine doesn't care about doing stupid things. After saying that, Naine smiled at the black goat, and then returned to Arthur's body to continue the vigil for everyone.

The rain continued to fall, showing no signs of stopping, and the rain did not weaken even the slightest, and the land was watered into sticky mud by the rain, and there was flowing water everywhere, and the accumulated rainwater was scattered on the potholed mud floor.

Gakber stepped on the muddy ground with potholes and water, and walked with difficulty and as fast as he could.

With each step, his brown boots sank deep into the mud, making his already stumbling steps even more difficult, his body swaying from side to side, his hands clenched into fists parting to maintain balance.

When Gakber finally reached the stable, he was soaking wet, mud from the soles of his feet to his calves.

He leaned against the barn door, gasping for air in the cold air, and his breath turned into a cloud of white mist.

Gakber wasn't sure he was going to do it.

He raised his hand to his chest, where in the inner pocket of his coat was hidden the short knife he used to slaughter livestock. Feeling the knife, Gakber's restless and confused heart stabilized a little, but his heart was still "thumping", and he could hear it clearly.

His heart stabilized a little, and then Gakber remembered that he was wet and dripping. He began to wipe his face roughly, clutching his hair to squeeze out the water, and then clutching his clothes to drain as much water as he could.

With that, Gakber leaned against the stable door, once again breathing deeply.

Gakber kept pushing himself, and only then could he squeeze out the courage.

After standing at the door for nearly ten minutes, Gakber opened the stable door as lightly as he could, opening a gap. Through this gap, Gakber looked inside the stable, investigating the situation of Arthur and the others.

A faint beam of light from the tiny campfire shone on one of Gakber's faces, allowing him to see that Arthur and the others were sleeping peacefully.

Garkeber relieved himself a little, gritted his teeth, opened the stable door to the extent that it allowed him to enter, and then dodged into the stable, closing it as gently as possible.

Once inside, he walked briskly to the side of the place, where he was not illuminated by the campfire, and hid in the darkness.

After a while, Gakber felt that Arthur and the others were still asleep, so he cautiously poked his head out to make sure that they were indeed asleep and did not hear himself enter.

Gakber stepped forward to flash out of the shadows, but his body was already halfway out before he suddenly retracted.

Gakber felt a cold sweat oozing from his back.

He suddenly realized that there were only three people lying on the ground, and the shameless depraved girl in white stockings was gone.

Gakber's first instinct was to touch the short knife on his chest, he pressed it on his chest, or rather on the short knife in his coat, inhaled deeply, poked his head out little by little, and then looked carefully at the sleeping young man.

He was sure that the girl was not there.

What to do, what to do, what to do? Gakber asked himself repeatedly.

If you give up, what will happen to the future of the family, what will happen to the worried and disappointed look of the wife, what will happen to the ridicule of the children?

Gakber knew he had no way out.

So he wiped his damp face vigorously again, gritted his teeth, and walked out little by little, towards Arthur.

The bonfire illuminated his body, and he couldn't be slower any longer, for fear of making a sound from stepping on the hay, and it took him a long time to get to Arthur as if he were repeating the process of freeze, recovery, freeze, recovery.

He didn't even dare to breathe, and struggled to control his breathing.

Then he slowly crouched down and approached Arthur.

Gakber asked Jessian where Arthur put the necklace, and Jessian replied to his father without much thought, obeying him as he had always done.

So Gakber went straight to Arthur's sleeve and tried to lift it a little to see if the necklace was wrapped around Arthur's arm.

As Jessian replied, from the open sleeve, Gakber saw the necklace wrapped around Arthur's arm.

He was mesmerized the moment he saw the necklace. As Jesiaen had said, he had never seen anything so beautiful, and he was sure that it wasn't just him, but everyone else felt the same way.

After really seeing it, the future of this family, the worries and disappointments of his wife, and the ridicule of his children are no longer important. Gakber only wanted to get the necklace, and all he had left in his mind was the thought that he had to get it.

Even if you have to kill Arthur for this.

Gakber reached into his clothes with one hand, felt the handle of the knife, and untied the necklace in Arthur's hand with the other.

I'm sorry, forgive me, I had to do this, I had to get it, I had to get it, I could only get it!

No, I don't need your forgiveness, you're just a depraved God-spurned, a follower of witches, a purveyor of sin, you don't deserve me to beg for forgiveness, and you don't deserve this necklace!

Gakber cried out in his heart, and the necklace was untied by him little by little.

Just as Gakber continued the curse in his heart and carefully untied the necklace, the door to the stables was opened again, and Norman, in his red cloak, walked in.