When she woke up, everything had changed dramatically, and Lena opened her eyes to a vaulted roof with colorful paintings. Lena sat up, and she was stunned to see several servants standing in front of the bed, all of whom were looking at Lena respectfully and smilingly.

"Oh, honorable Miss Lena, you're awake." The servants hurriedly brought the food to Lina, and the two maids put a thin linen coat on Lina.

"What's going on?" Lena looked in amazement at the food in front of her, with fresh pork patties and a bowl of broth, and a tempting red apple, which Lena had never had since she could remember, and she always had to work to have a little bit of food.

"Would you rather get up now, or wait a while?" The maid asked Lena.

"I'm going to get up." Lena saw herself sleeping on a large wooden bed with a curtain on the bedpost, and she jumped off the bed and stepped barefoot on the ground.

"Oh, Miss Lena, your shoes." The servants watched Lena run down with agility and hurriedly followed her, the servants still holding copper basins and thick linen towels in their hands, and carrying Lena's clothes and coats.

"Don't follow me." A strange sight was seen in the manor, with Lena running quickly in front of her, followed by a group of servants.

"What's going on?" Arold saw Lena running down the hallway, and he reached out to stop her and said to her.

"Get me out of here." Lena looked up at Arrod, even if she was sluggish, she could feel the respectful attitude of the people around her, and she didn't dare to bite Arold's hand.

"Leave? Where are you going? Arold asked curiously.

"I'm going to see my friends." Lena said to Arrod.

"Well, even if you're going to see your friends, you should get dressed." Arold crouched down. Said to Lena with a smile on her face.

Lena's hair was carefully smeared with olive oil by the maids, and then she wore precious hair ornaments, she was dressed in aristocratic clothing, and various pendants made of turquoise and precious stones were hung around her neck, and Lena looked at these glittering ornaments, and couldn't help but take advantage of the servants not paying attention. He spat on the pendant and carefully polished it with his sleeve.

The camp of the wanderers was on the outer wall of the manor, and the artists were in a poor but joyful place, dancing around the bonfires they had set up, and some of them played various musical instruments, which was their only pleasure in life.

When Lena arrived at the camp, everyone stopped. They only saw a noble girl dressed in gorgeous clothes, and did not know that she was the gray dove with whom they lived day and night. Lena walked among the wanderers, not alone, but with a horde of servants and two able-bodied Mecklenburg soldiers following for protection.

"Hey, old man." Suddenly Lena saw a familiar dilapidated caravan, a bald old man arguing with his ugly wife, watching the familiar scene Lena walk briskly past.

"Oh. Hello, distinguished young lady. What do you need? We have here a relic from a distant holy city, an angel feather and St. Marshall's shoulder blade, which will bless you with eternal beauty. "I saw an aristocratic girl wearing a long dress of gorgeous bright colors approaching, and instinctively showed a flattering smile to sell her goods to Lena.

"Come on, you've never been to the Holy City." Finding that the old man was not aware of his identity, Lena couldn't help but think of teasing. She said deliberately to the old man.

"This, this is a frame-up, of course I've been, isn't it, wife." The old man hurriedly denied it.

"No, that's right. If it weren't for our daughter's cease, she would have testified. ”

"So what's going on with this shoulder blade? It looks like a sheep's bone. Lena couldn't help laughing, picked up the so-called sage's shoulder blade in the iron box, and said to the old man.

"This, how is this possible, this is blasphemy." The old man hurriedly drew a cross on his chest, and he said forcefully.

"Come on, old man, I picked it up on the side of the road, did you forget?" Lena finally burst out laughing, and she tossed the lamb bone aside, and took two steps forward and said to the old man.

"Oh God, this, how is this possible." The old man rubbed his eyes and looked carefully for a long time, and then he recognized from the exquisite hair ornaments and gorgeous long skirts that this was their adopted daughter.

"What the hell is going on?" The old woman asked curiously.

"Ahem, you guys go over there and wait for me." Lena turned and pointed to the servants and guards behind her, pointing to the well, keeping them some distance away from her.

"Yes, Miss Lena." The servants and guards, of course, did not dare to disobey Arrod's sister's orders, and they immediately went to the well and stayed there at a distance.

"Why did they call you Miss Lena, and what happened that night? We thought we'd never see you again. The old man and the old woman hurriedly stepped forward, took the hand of the gray dove, and asked her.

"I don't know, a crazy nobleman must have recognized the wrong person if he said I was his sister." Lena's memory is only when she met the old man, and after a period of time, she remembers that she has lived among the wandering artists since she was a child.

"However, which nobleman seems to be very powerful, even the baron respects him." The old man glanced at the crowd of servants and guards, and said cautiously to Lena.

"But if he finds out I'm not his sister, he'll kill me." Lena said worriedly.

"What do you want?"

"You have to help me escape." Lena said to the old man and the old woman.

"It's a waste, I have a great idea." The old man lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suggested to Lena.

"What are you paying attention to?" Lena asked.

"Since a powerful aristocrat thinks you are his sister, then why not take the opportunity to admit that as long as we are careful not to be exposed, we can live a life in the upper class." The old man said to Lena with a grin.

"But." Lena still frowned with some concern, she had seen many people who tried to deceive the nobles, only to be hung on the gallows.

"With our help, you'll definitely cope with the past." The old man said to Lena incitatively.

"Okay, then." Lena ran out of ideas, so she nodded in agreement.

The next day, the Duke of Mecklenburg, Arrode, and his party, with the blessing of the Baron and his wife, slowly embarked on the road to Quedlinburg, but they were accompanied by a newly found sister of Arold and a brazen couple, and the journey seemed much more noisy.

"Dear Duke, when we saw Miss Lena, we knew that she was a noble person who was blessed by the Lord, and even if she was hungry and endured the cold, we offered her the best~~." The old man walked on his small lap legs, running forward and backward in the procession, accompanying Arrod's carriage, constantly telling his heartfelt feelings.

"Shut that bastard, or I'll cut his throat." Harvey said unbearably on his horse.

"Forget it, at least the Duke is grateful to them." Ron said to Harvey with a grin.

"It's unbearable." Harvey kicked his mount in the belly hard and lunged forward.

(To be continued.) )