Chapter 39: The Son of Man and Demon (10)

New shoots sprouted from the jagged branches, the dry earth was dotted with green hues, and after another spring breeze, the Verinia estate ushered in spring again.

The head maid of Livia looked out the window at the restored scene and was so excited that she almost cried.

Great, winter is over, and Miss Loris is through it again.

She rubbed her hands hard, unscrewed the brass doorknob and entered the room, gently opened the heavy curtains in the room, slightly opened the window to let the outside air circulate, and washed away the lifeless air that had accumulated in the room for a winter.

Jinghao was awakened by the sudden light, and turned to the light source in a daze, and at a glance saw the trees with young buds emerging from the window, and a robin from afar landed on the branch again, turning its little head to look at the familiar scenery that slowly spread.

"Livia," said the voice he hadn't used in a long time, so hoarse that he could barely hear it, "Did Albert write back?" โ€

The silver-haired maid's face suddenly froze with joy, and the corners of her mouth immediately curled a few curves, "No, Miss Cloris," she told the truth, her tone full of displeasure for her, "I did not receive any greeting from the boy when you were unwell, and it may be said that there has not been any news of him since he insisted on leaving the estate of Veligna to go to school. โ€

Jing Hao replied in a low voice, and closed his eyes to recuperate with his body that had not yet recovered, and his brows were slightly furrowed because of discomfort.

"Miss Cloris, you shouldn't worry about this anymore, Count Gekia has already sent a letter for the thirteenth time to ask, and you can still use the reason that you are unwell to block it back, if you don't give the whereabouts of Young Master Gekoa, your majesty can't say anywhere......"

"What if you can't say it?" Jing Hao slowly opened his eyes, his pale complexion almost merged with the white quilt cover under him, "There are so many people who have watched him walk out of the manor, where did the people go after that, do you still need me to chase and ask?" โ€

She raised her hand and waved away the head maid, who was about to continue, staring at the dark bed net.

I didn't even tell her where I went, and I didn't even write a letter back.

Even if he took away a family crest of the Tablis family, she wouldn't be completely reassured.

The black-haired, dark-eyed boy walked down the hallway with a book in his hand, his trained movements as graceful as if he were performing a silent dance, but with a cold and detached approach to the exclusion of other things.

In the distance, several boys in the same robe approached with each other, and when they saw the figure coming clearly, they stopped their movements in an instant, and walked a few steps quickly against the wall, as if they came out to forage for food at night but bumped into the cockroaches of the master's house, and while silently praying that they were not discovered, they ran away quickly.

After completely staggering, he breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his volume and muttered.

"This is the legendary man, right? That look was really terrifying. โ€

"Of course it's terrifying, when he first came a few years ago, he didn't know what he was holding in his hand, and even the principal came out to pick up people in person, and several senior students were not satisfied, so they blocked people and wanted to beat him, but when they were found the next day, they were all blue and swollen, and they didn't say anything when they asked them, and when they saw that person again, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and they were so scared that they couldn't do it, let's avoid it together."

"Hey, but there seem to be ruthless characters among the few new people who have been admitted this time, and they also say that they are related to Count Gkeya, and they are clamoring to find trouble with him recently, and I don't know who is more powerful......"

A few people walked away quickly, consciously lowering their voices, but they didn't know that the people who walked away heard what they said clearly.

"Haha, someone is looking for trouble again, the previous beating was too hard, I haven't seen anyone dare to provoke for a long time, so I can beat it this time...... Tsk, last time I thought you would just break that person's neck, but then I twisted an arm......"

The voice in his head kept chattering, but the boy had long been accustomed to this state, and he didn't mean to pay attention to him in the slightest.

Twist your neck? These people are not yet.

And he didn't want to trouble her anymore.

As if guessing what the boy was thinking, the voice paused, and suddenly changed its tune, "You can't be thinking about her again, are you?" Bleeding the blood of the demon king, he didn't even dare to keep a person, could it really be mixed with the blood of humans, and by the way, he learned their cowardice and hypocrisy? But it's also a human being, the demon world is much better than her, as long as you really become a demon, these won't be a problem......"

The voice was still playing the same old tune, chattering endlessly, not realizing that it had touched the minefield of the teenager again, until a familiar sense of oppression came towards him, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "You are here again...... You've done that to yourself! Let me go! โ€

Albert clasped the courtyard wall at his side with one hand, supporting his somewhat unsupported body, and beads of sweat fell from his excessively pale face, sliding over the young man's pale and somewhat weak lips.

"I warned you not to be disrespectful to her."

"Crazy, you crazy!" The suppressed voice was almost shattered, and he was still struggling, "You are simply a jade burner, you ......"

"Yo, isn't this our famous Young Master Albert? It turned out to be just a little white face, so weak that he couldn't even stand. โ€

With a mocking voice, Albert looked up and looked at the dozen teenagers standing in front of him, the one who took the lead wore a rather familiar family crest on his chest, as if he had seen it somewhere.

He frowned and recalled, finally remembering that a few years ago in the manor, the boy he had thrown to the East End with his neck broken, and even that brown hair was quite similar.

The disgust in his heart overflowed again, and he temporarily gave up the internal contradictions, stood up straight and looked at the menacing teenagers, his eyes fixed on the most disgusting person, "Immediately the person who can't even stand will become you." โ€

Although the follow-up will be a little more troublesome, he doesn't mind unscrewing his head like before.

The boy was enraged by his attitude, and waved his hand to signal the teenagers who had scattered around to join him.

The teenagers who received the order waved the steel rods in their hands and moved their muscles and bones as if they were moving.

With a pair of more than a dozen, the teenager who was surrounded in the middle was extremely thin and weak, and it seemed that there was no chance of winning.

But before they could do anything, the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer broke the unfair confrontation, and the people in the ornate carriage lifted the curtains, revealing a familiar face, blonde hair and blue eyes, and gorgeous costumes, so beautiful that people unconsciously held their breath.

Albert stared blankly at the person in front of him, completely oblivious to the situation around him, and his dark eyes could only accommodate her.

It's a dream, another dream that arises because he misses it too much.

"Albert." Jing Hao saw the teenager in the crowd at a glance, he hadn't seen her for more than three years, and the beautiful boy had grown into a tall teenager, fading away from the gloom and wolf bรจi when she first met, and it was so beautiful that it was like a surprise that she opened in advance.

She looked at the young man's environment, looked at his tall but emaciated figure as before, his pale face and the remaining weakness, and then looked at the ill-intentioned young man who surrounded him, and secretly blamed herself for taking so much time to find someone.

Her tone couldn't help but be more gentle, and she stretched out her hand to the young man who was still standing, "Albert, come over and let's go home." โ€

Being watched by her eyes, Albert unconsciously restrained his anger, suppressed the thoughts that almost overwhelmed him in his heart, and walked in her direction irrepressibly, completely forgetting his previous insistence, and got into the carriage to hold her outstretched hand.

Hold it in your hand tightly.

He doesn't have a home, but with her, he can go anywhere.

He has always belonged to her.

Thoughts can be suppressed, feelings can be resisted, but as long as you see someone and break through a gap, the rest will come in a flood and wipe out the whole person.

I can't even keep the reason to breathe.

Jing Hao looked at the young man who had grown up a lot in front of him, reached out and pinched his fleshless face, and couldn't hide his dissatisfaction in his tone, "I've lost weight again." โ€

Albert didn't care what she said, he could only look at the person in front of him, hold her hand, and only nod his head when he heard her speak, acknowledging what she said.

Jing Hao asked about what happened just now, but the young man who only nodded her head really made her speechless, and she could only cross this question, and when he was so good at talking, he put forward his more and more determined thoughts, "Don't come to school again in the future, what you want to learn, I'll teach you." โ€

In more than three years, she has done a lot, enough to protect the people she wants to protect.

The boy then nodded.

Jing Hao pulled the thick cloak covering her body, feeling that the strength she had finally accumulated had been squandered at this time, she looked at the young man who had not come back to her senses, and squeezed the hand he was holding hard, "Albert, I want to sleep for a while, maybe I will sleep for a long time, but don't worry, I will wake up." โ€

Albert was squeezed back by the force in his hand, and his instinct was about to fight back, but he unloaded his strength after smelling the familiar smell around him.

He's back, and it's her who pinched him.

Before he could fully laugh at this thought, he felt a sudden sinking on his shoulder, and the strength that did not belong to him but missed him was instantly pressed down, and he leaned weakly on his shoulder.

Closed eyes, bloodless face.

It was only now that he felt the completely cold temperature in his hands.

The carriage soon stopped, someone opened the curtain from the outside, and when he saw the scene inside the car, he screamed in shock, and no longer cared about the usual etiquette, he climbed on the ground and got into the car, and with trembling hands, he went to touch the unconscious person.

"Miss Cloris, Miss Clores, what's wrong with you? What the hell is wrong with you! โ€

Before her hand touched anyone, the boy who was guarding the side opened her hand fiercely, his dark eyes seemed to be looking at her, but he didn't seem to see anything, dark and terrifying, and even his tone had a dark tone that could not be wrung out.

"Don't touch her."

"How dare you say it!" The head maid obviously recognized this black-haired and black-eyed young man, and the anger aroused in an instant even covered the fear when he met those eyes, and even his voice became sharp, "If it wasn't for getting your news and rushing over in person, how could Miss Loris fall into a coma in early winter!" It's all you, so she hasn't been worried about it for the past few years, do you know what Miss Loris has been busy doing all these years? You're just going to walk away, and you're not worth it for her to do so much for you! โ€

As soon as she said the last few words, the young man didn't react, and the voice that had been curled up in his sea of consciousness was trembling first, this thunder point that exploded every time, he was a little curious about the death of this old woman.

But to his surprise, Albert did not notice her later words at all, and he only heard the first one, which almost saved him.

He repeated unconsciously, as if to reassure himself, "She's not dead," he tightened his clenched arms, and his dark eyes faded from utter despair, and a slight wetness spread out, and he muttered again, "She's not dead, she's just unconscious." โ€