James groaned in pain in the warehouse, and Eve's arrow hit him in the shoulder, and although the arrow was pulled out, he had a fever, and Anne didn't want to see the baron trying to hurt Bruce, so she asked Monica to take care of him.

"Woo, it's painful, am I going to die?" James' face was pale, and beads of sweat covered his face.

Suddenly, a pair of hands gently wiped his forehead with coarse linen, and the cold water made James feel much more comfortable, and he breathed a comfortable breath and gradually opened his eyes, but his vision was still a little blurry.

"Are you alright?" A hoarse girl's voice said to him.

"Am I dead?" James felt like his throat was on fire, and he felt like he was being burned in a campfire.

"Not yet, you're just having a fever, many wounded soldiers will have this stage, just get through it." The girl comforted James.

"Oh, the Lord God is above, you must be an angel sent by the Lord God, I really want to see your beautiful face with my own eyes." James was in pain at this time, and Monica helped him wipe and accompany him with her gentle hand, which was really cute as an angel for him.

"No, I'm not beautiful at all." It was the first time Monica had heard someone praise her beauty, and she couldn't help but feel a little shy, and she mustered up the courage to look up from her hood and look at James.

James, as the eldest son of the baron, has lived a privileged life since he was a child, received the best aristocratic elite education, and is also extremely high-quality in dress and life, and his face has inherited the blonde hair and blue eyes of the Locke family, with a tall nose bridge, and sculptural facial features, which is indeed handsome in Monica's opinion, although he is now sickly and wilted after being wounded by an arrow, but it arouses Monica's maternal sympathy.

"Hehe, ahem, beautiful young lady, you are so modest, I wish I could entertain you in Locke Manor, and let my servants wrap your body in the most beautiful flannel and silk." James coughed a few times, he mingled among the women all day long, and the words to please women came as soon as they opened, but it was the first time that Monica had heard of a good-looking man who flattered himself with so many gorgeous words, and her cheeks appeared rosy red.

"Don't move, be careful that your wound isn't healed yet, I'll change your linen." Monica saw James cough a few times, she hurriedly said to him, and gently changed the blood-soaked linen for him.

In addition to cleaning James' wounds and changing the lining, Monica also found a soft pillow to put around James' neck, and her gentle care made James' anxious mind relax a lot.

"What will they do with me?" James's eyes were still a little blurry, and he could only faintly see the figure, but the burn was gradually fading, he looked around and found that there was no one else, and quickly whispered to Monica.

"I, I can't say that." Monica was a little hesitant, if she told James, she was betraying Bruce's secret and was suspected of collaborating with the enemy, but she had a very good impression of James and couldn't bear to shirk it.

"Dear Miss Monica, I just want to know my situation, even if I am executed by Bruce tomorrow, at least let me know in advance!" James shook Monica's hand excitedly, and he said disregardingly, waiting for the death penalty every day is worse than dying immediately.

"Rest assured, uh, I heard that a duke has sent an emissary who has been discussing the ransom with the lord for the past few days." Monica looked at the haggard James, her hands grasped by a pair of man's broad hands, and her lonely and withered heart in the swamp seemed to grow a bright flower.

"Duke, is it the Duke of Bemessy?" Hearing the news, James's face showed a smile of surprise, he didn't expect the Duke of Bemessey to come to the rescue, it seemed that his life was saved anyway.

"Yes." Monica laughed as she looked at the overjoyed James, and she was happy for the captured baron.

"Oh dear Miss Monica, you are my savior, my dearest goddess, please come with me back to Locke Manor! I swear that I will marry you. James squeezed Monica's hand, kissed it on his lips, and kept vowing to her.

"I, me?" Monica's face was shocked, she felt James's moist lips, and her heart felt like a spring breeze.

As night fell, Bruce and the Duke's envoy finalized the ransom and conditions, and in order to thank the envoy for his arrival, and to show respect for the Duke of Bemessi, Bruce held a banquet in the lord's hall, and his retainers were invited to join.

"Monica, Monica, Monica." In Monica and Mavis's room, holding a piece of linen taken from James' wound, Monica stared at the wall in a daze, her mind as if it had drifted to the manor.

Spacious and clean manor house, groups of servants and maids, candles lit the whole room, James, dressed in aristocratic clothes, carried himself, walked into the hall, in the sound of the artists, the noble people smiled and danced.

"Monica." But a voice pulls her from fantasy to reality, and Monica comes back to her senses to find that it is her sister Mavis calling her.

"What are you doing in a daze? I've just called you a hundred times. Mavis hung her hair down in front of her, her dress tightened with her towering chest, and she looked at her sister with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, I didn't hear that." Monica looked at her beautiful sister, quickly lowered her head and hid the linen in her sleeve, and said to her.

"What's going on with you lately, you've been absent-minded, and inexplicably laughing at yourself, you weren't like that before?" Mavis asked, frowning, looking at her sister.

"I'm fine." Monica quickly shook her head and said.

"No, you must have something? You're hiding from me, aren't you? Mavis looked at her sister, she knew Monica well, and Monica was a simple witch compared to herself.

Monica shook her head and stepped back, her attempt to hide the linen caught Mavis's attention, and Mavis stepped forward and snatched it from her hand.

"No, give it back to me, it's mine." Monica anxiously stepped forward to snatch it, but was dodged by Mavis, who picked it up and looked at the linen.

"Whose is this, isn't it the captured baron, why are you hiding such a thing?" Looking at the bloodstained linen and recalling Monica's actions during this period of time, Mavis quickly guessed an approximation.

"I, give it back to me." Monica said angrily to Mavis, her eyes red from the anger, like a blood moon.

"Are you in love with him?" Looking at her sister's appearance, Mavis was surprised, she knew Monica very well, and her sister with low self-esteem would never be like this to herself.

"Yes, what? Why can you seduce all kinds of men, but I can't like one, even one? Monica snatched the linen from Mavis's hand and shouted in a hoarse voice.