"My lord, this is the Earl of Amersafort, who conspired with Father Djokovic to seize your castle and brutally hurt Miss Crescenty, kill him!" The bull kicked the Earl of Amersaford to the ground, and stepped on his shoulder to pick up the round axe to cut it down.

"You have no right to execute me, I am a nobleman of equal status to you, my family has been hereditary since the time of Charlemagne, even if you are as honorable as His Majesty the Emperor, you cannot easily deprive me of my indisputable divine right to rule, you are murdering, perversely against the will of God!"

The Earl of Amersauff was so frightened that his face was bloodless, but he still stiff-mouthed and shouted like a scoundrel, causing the people around him to turn their eyes to this place.

With a sneering of disdain, I sat up from the stretcher and walked to his side, announcing his life and death with irrefutable majesty: "Do you think I won't dare to kill you in plain sight? Now I will tell you that in this land, there will always be only one God, one voice, and whoever I want to die today will never live until sunrise tomorrow! ”

The pupils of the Earl of Amersoft shrank suddenly, and his skull rolled twice on the ground before stopping, staring at the sky with horror and unwillingness, and not blinking his eyes.

When I returned to my castle, I was amazed that there was no excitement in my heart, but rather a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.

Walking up the familiar steps, the statue of Jesus on the stone wall at the entrance of the chapel was still solemn, but there was more sadness between the eyebrows and eyes, looking down at every humble soul in front of him, the handle of the door was stained with dried blood, the color turned into an obscure crimson, and the paint was decorated with new lacquer, as if recording some ulterior story, but the result was the same confusion and confusion, and the enemy and friend were unknown.

"Miss is inside, although Father Djokovic collaborated with the enemy and rebelled, but he did not lose his duty as a clergyman, he took good care of Miss Count, and has been insisting on treatment according to your method, God forbid! The young lady's life has finally broken free from Satan's clutches, and now she is breathing steadily, and she is basically out of danger. ”

Kohler followed behind, and saw that I was feeling heavy, and whispered very decently, trying not to touch my sensitive nerves.

"There were several wounds that were indeed infected, and the doctor said that they had to use a red-hot soldering iron to reduce the inflammation, otherwise they could only be saved by amputation."

I didn't speak, I stood at the door and took a deep breath, as if I was making up my mind about something, I was really afraid to see a person who was not like a human ghost or a ghost, the two sides of heaven and earth, smiling like a flower carrying an ugly scar, the once majestic and heroic female knight, at the moment of the scuffle and gun, carved her image into my heart little by little, although it had shed blood, but it could only make me remember more and more deeply.

Sometimes I wonder what it is to fall in love with this person who pretends to be indifferent and does not dare to say that he loves him, and the trajectories of our lives should not have any intersection, one is a landowner in North Germany, and he eats and drinks every day.

A noble and fragrant man in Italy, who finally married Prince Charming for the rest of his life, but the strange fate of the pranksters of man brought us together, and in such a way that they hurt each other, perhaps a short-lived encounter was nothing but a beautiful misunderstanding and a joke.

"You guys wait outside, I'll just go in by myself."

I turned to the men who were following me and said, "The captive priests should be interrogated and interrogated, and those who do not know about this matter can be let go, and we must not kill innocents by mistake because of a man's sin, and God's merciful discipline is the standard for human conduct." ”

Kohler and the others nodded, and lined up on both sides of the gate without saying a word, stake-like pestles, vigilantly observing everything around them, even if it had been liberated.

Since I was attacked by Father Djokovic, Kohler, who felt derelict in his duties, raised the security level by more than one notch, and arranged for his men to protect me 24 hours a day.

The heavy solid wood door was pushed open with great difficulty, and the knife wound on my waist made me unable to use my strength, and I was somewhat out of breath.

The room behind the door is blocked by curtains, giving people a dim and gloomy feeling, and an indescribable ** smell permeates the air, adding a psychological depression.

I closed the door softly, looked at the big bed peeking out behind the white curtain, and sighed.

As I approached the big bed behind the curtain step by step, the rhythm of my heartbeat also accelerated, I didn't know what I was afraid of, it could be the embarrassment of meeting and sitting speechless, it could be the sigh of withering fate, it could be the terrible strangeness and blindness, what the two people care about is not whether the other party likes themselves or not, but they can't see at all, in her world, they will always be invisible people who can't see the light of day, a kind of disregard in people's hearts, more painful than physical injuries, more painful.

I touched the white curtain, which was slightly yellowed at the edges, and Miss Cresentie was sleeping quietly against me, like a holy angel, ashamed and unapproachable against the white background.

After all this time, I still remember the most beautiful face I have ever seen one day in a certain month and a certain year, and on that afternoon when it was nearly dusk, I secretly observed her through the small window of the closed door.

The reddish-orange sunlight spreads slanting into the house, sprinkling the warmth of a leisurely time.

There was dust flying up and down, the gentle cough of the little attendant, the sound of paper flipping, and the lazy and tired feeling crept in, and the whole room was filled with a warm and charming smell like a freshly washed sweater.

Miss Crescenty's slightly frowning brow, her cheek-holding hand, and the parchment rolled up in the corner in front of her, melted into a lonely sunset against the light, and fixed in my mind, even after so long, I would not admit that I had left.

The sun caressed her delicate silhouette, and her short flax-like light brown hair hung down softly, reflecting the brilliance of youth.

The long thin eyelashes flickered gently, and there was a tenderness that could easily shatter all your hypocrisy and simplicity between the slight tremors.

The eyes that are as light as autumn water have gradually brightened, and they jump out mischievously from the eyes that bend into a crescent moon when they laugh, surround you and melt you.

Sadness dwells in the thick black pupils that can't be dissolved, deep and deep fog, as if through the wind all over the city, no matter how hard you try, you can't see clearly, the kind of sadness that makes you lost and fascinated.

The bridge of the nose stubbornly greets the sun, casting a large deep shadow on the face.

The thin lips are slightly upturned, hooking into a heart-warming arc, and the charm is hopeless.

Missing, it can really be endless, heaven, it turns out to be your slight smile.

When I was stunned, Miss Crescenti suddenly moved, so frightened that I hurriedly drew up the curtain and crept to the door, and then cautiously looked back, for fear that my recklessness would disturb the rest of others, but in fact I was more afraid of the heart-wrenching indifference and embarrassment when I really looked at each other.

"My lord, there are several nobles who have shouted that they are from a prominent family, and have asked you to negotiate the amount of the ransom in person, and have made insulting remarks several times."

Kohler waited until I closed the door behind me before he leaned over and whispered, "Under their leadership, some knights also followed suit, do you need to divide them apart?" ”

"Illustrious family?"

I snorted angrily, and the suppressed resentment finally found an outlet for catharsis, and I can only blame buddy for hitting my hand right on your back.

"Who is this satirizing from a humble background? All the troublemakers were dragged out and cut off, and their heads were stuck in the spears to show the public, since they were willing to be the chickens of the monkeys, they were all sorry for their courage to scramble, and they didn't look at their current identity, and they were still bargaining here! ”

Kohler hesitated, but still carried out the order, I thought about it, pulled the doctor who had been waiting beside me for a long time, and said in a contradictory tone mixed with pleading in the order:

"When Miss wakes up and explains things to her, you can do what you want, but I want you to do as much as you can, if you hurt Miss's life, you should know what fate awaits you, maybe those heads stuck in spears are welcome to have new friends join."

When the doctor heard this, his body shook as if he was electrocuted, and he hurriedly beat his chest and expressed his determination, and ran back to the room to prepare.

I took the rest of my attendants to the clean hall of the castle, and Wangcai worked tirelessly all night to calculate the losses and seizures of this war from a thousand things, and according to the list method I had prescribed, the items were clearly written, and it was very reassuring to have such a butler who did not have to let me do everything.

"My lord, this is the account sheet I have put together, and if you look at it, our losses are huge, almost to the point of breaking bones. The peasants in the territory are almost gone, and most of the vassals who participated in the rebellion have plundered their own territories, plus the delay in farming, the orchards and vegetables have not had time to be sown, and the fallow land has not been re-cultivated, and the wheat seedlings that have just grown are trampled by military horses in patches, God forbid! It is estimated that the harvest in the territory is likely to be wiped out this year, so we can only seize the time to replant a crop of buckwheat with a short growth cycle, but labor is a big problem. ”

Wangcai closed the account at a loss and picked up another one.

"The loss of direct property is even greater, the piglets and the publicly-owned ploughing cattle allocated to each family are either used by the enemy as military rations to improve their food, and there are no bones left, or they are taken away by the peasants who have fled the famine, every valuable thing that can be found in the castle is looted, and it is quite difficult to get together the pots and pans for cooking, if it were not for your swift quelling of the rebellion, we would really become poor, and there would be no one left."

(End of chapter)