Delan rolled over, and she slept on the floor, but in view of Stefan's special favor for her, she had two excellent thick woolen mattresses, clean white sheets and soft, sunny silk quilt pillows, and a set of white silk pajamas, which were smoother than her skin to the touch, and it was the first time in her long life, which seemed to be so painful and tired; She could also enjoy any kind of food and drink she thought of as she pleased, she drank brandy in moderation, sipped apple sparkling wine with roasted bones and crispy chicks and chunks of beef, and finished with some cream cakes and pies, and a piece of cheese before going to bed, and she had gained weight in just a few months, her face was ruddy, her skin and eyes were shining, and her steps were as light as a girl. 【Book by】

Derain's husband and she had only one daughter, this daughter had just turned ten years old last year, but she had already taken a fancy to her great-uncle and grandfather, and she became the nineteenth wife of this ugly man at the end of April this year, which seemed to be quite high, but everyone knew that the old man's favorite pastime was to torture his wives in all sorts of strange ways - he was almost ninety years old, he could no longer let women have children, and he could only rely on a soldering iron and a leather whip to make girls cry and scream - This may be the reason why he is so happy, after all, he can only rely on this to prove that he is still a husband and a man. Nearly half of the girls were killed in the second or third year of their marriage—and the abandoned salt wells were their graves.

Teresa did not hate and despise her daughter like other women, on the contrary, she loved her, and in the years when she was still favored by her husband, she always tried to get her daughter to eat and clothe, and little Teresa was always well fed, dressed neatly and cleanly than other girls, and did less work than others, perhaps because of this. Her daughter, Little Terean, would be favored by the stinking devil - how conspicuous Little Teran with an apple face was among a group of rough-skinned, scruffily dressed girls.

Derain didn't think to go over and beg her husband, let alone Strong Jacob's man. Even the women of Strong Jacob thought it was an opportunity to bring glory and happiness to little Teresa.

Fortunately, Harry returned, and her husband's great-uncle and grandfather gave her back Teresa the Younger, and the girl was scarred but still alive, and she now worked in the sewing room, embroidering the new saint's vestments with all sorts of subtle and sacred symbols and words, and during prayers, teachings, Masses, and communion. Deran could see her, the small, lively, red-cheeked girl who seemed to be back, but her eyes were still tinged with trepidation. Like a lamb bound to four hooves, Derain knew that the wounds on her* would eventually heal, but the wounds on her heart would last for the rest of her life.

Stefan promised that little Teresa could marry someone else or remain celibate, when she was old. It was possible to live in a convent with her mother.

From the bottom of her heart, Derain thanked her brother, whether he was Stephan or Harry. She lay on the floor outside his door, her ears pressed to the ground, and could detect even the slightest noise inside—tonight's nightmare seemed to be extraordinarily intense, and the time was far longer than usual, and the new saint cursed loudly. Praying again, her voice messy and hasty, she heard him whip herself with a bitter whip, and again, and again. She had never imagined that the sound of a whip slicing through the air would be so heavy and high-pitched, and this pious practice lasted for the whole dawn and dawn.

Derene, who had no sleep, looked at the little gold watch he hung on his belt, it was already morning prayer time—not Strong's, it was Stephen's, and he would pray once before all Strong's.

The door opened, and Deran smelled blood.

Stefan looked the same as usual, except that his face was a little paler than usual, he was wearing a long coarse linen shirt woven with wire and broken blades, and every slight movement brought a fresh wound, Delan first helped him put on a robe made of fine cashmere, then served him to put on pants, shoes, and finally the cloak jacket that the saints Jared liked, it was deliberately made of a lot of fabric, layered, loose, long and large, and looked very much like the toga of ancient Rome, The large buttons are all silver or gold and are inlaid with pearls or gemstones.

Each garment had been incense by Derain's own hands, and the spices were made by her, and the smell was so strong that it could hide the smell of blood.

While Stefan was praying in the morning, Teresa walked out - the new saint's room was inherited from the old saint, and he changed this huge room that looked like a chapel or reliquary into a three-fold suite, one on top of the other, in essence, Teresa could be said to sleep in the second room, and Stefan's bedroom was in the third, and even Teresa could not enter, and the outermost room was only accessible to Teran and the owner of the room, so Terain had to go outside the room himself every morning to receive the breakfast brought by the maid.

Stefan didn't actually eat breakfast or dinner, he only ate one meal a day, and only bread and water on his plate, and Deran ate the rest.

Teresa knew that he was reluctant to let others, especially some of Strong, know that he was fasting, keeping vigil and whipping, and she was silent, careful to keep the secret.

Stefan was lying face down, his limbs pressed against the cold marble floor, his exhalation condensing tiny droplets of water on the stone's brilliant smooth surface.

There was nothing on the wall he was staring at, no crosses, no icons, only the smooth mahogany wainscoting that he had used to whip himself hung on the other side of the wall, soaked in crimson blood.

(To be continued)

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Excuse me...... There are revisions.,This chapter is a little less.,Another chapter will be sent tomorrow morning.,Thank you for your support!

((One second to remember)