Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Lie in the Cabin

Deborah finally came to her senses when she heard the words of the "ghost hand", and she leaned sideways to let the bouquet of flowers into the house, and the wooden door quickly closed behind the two. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Deborah gasped, she looked at the Cynthia lily that was about to bloom in the pot and asked excitedly, "Do you know the value of this lily? Do you know how rare it is?"

The "ghost hand" calmly placed the Cynthia lily on the dresser, and he deliberately displayed the delicate pattern of the flower pot in front of the girl. Deborah threw the angry Achill onto the bed with a flick of her hand, she raised her right hand and slowly moved her steps, her big watery eyes filled with tears of excitement, and her pink lips trembled as if she had seen a long-lost relative.

Achill, who had been thrown onto the bed, stood up, looked at the excited Deborah and said angrily, "You don't want to play with me again." After saying this, the small stone element actually turned around and faced the wall.

Jarvis looked at Deborah smiling silently, and he pointed to the pattern on the flower pot and whispered, "This is a treasure from the East, and even your king may not have seen it." ”

Deborah wiped away her tears, she kept stroking the delicate patterns on the flower pot with her white and slender little hands, and for a while those mysterious civilizations from foreign lands completely defeated the Auston girl.

Jarvis walked over and looked at the lily that was about to bloom, sighed and said sadly, "What a pity. Deborah, who was already fascinated, turned her head when she heard the words of the "ghost hand", and she felt a little uncomfortable with the unusual behavior of the Dr. Bunier in front of her. But she really couldn't figure out what Jarves's purpose was to deliberately curry favor with her, and she slowly put the hands that had been caressing the flower pot back to her sides. Looking at the "ghost hand" with an indifferent expression, Deborah smiled and asked, "What do you mean by the pity you said just now?"

Jarvis walked to the window, and he tiptoed to close the baffle, and the room immediately went dark. Deborah lit the large candle on the pillar, and with the help of the faint light she found Achill hiding near the wall.

"Ghost Hand" looked at the stone elemental who was pinched by Deborah and whispered, "I heard Andy say when I was treating his wounds, and I was very eager to share my heart with the woman I loved. It's a pity that he is now locked up in a dungeon that does not see the light of day, and he can't talk about spending money before and after the moon, let alone talking about his beloved woman. ”

Deborah couldn't contain the excitement in her heart when she heard Yalvis's words, and since she saw Andy with purple hair in the heavy rain, that handsome face had already hooked her soul. In the past few days, she has been trying to find an opportunity to meet Andy, even if she hears the other party's cold words, she is very satisfied. Now when she hears the words of "ghost hand", she seems to see hope.

Deborah pretended to be calm, she cleared her throat and said gently: "That guy in the dungeon still wants to spend time with the woman he loves, it's just wishful thinking!"

Hearing this, Jarvis clapped his hands and said, "I told him the same thing, but I was very curious about who the prisoner's beloved woman was, so I took the opportunity to change the dressing and asked." ”

Deborah kept tightening her fingers, and Achill, who was trapped in her hands, desperately pushed out, and Yalvis, who was standing next to her, saw that the girl with dull eyes had entered her trap, so the doctor who had been dealing with bandits all day was decisively out his killer idea.

Jarvis stretched out his hands to slowly pull away Deborah's tightening fingers to rescue the trapped Achill, he looked at the girl who was eager to know the outcome and whispered, "Andy won't tell me, but he is in agony in the dark dungeon, and he keeps chanting Deborah's name in his sleep." ”

As soon as the words ended, a howl came from the otherwise silent glade, and all the bandits knew who the cry was coming from from the other side of the stone wall, but even Donald, who was about to fall asleep, was indifferent. The bandits, accustomed to hearing Deborah's temper, did not bother to guess the reason for the vicious girl's crying, and they put a dirty pillow over their heads and continued to pursue the treasure of their dreams.

Jarvis looked at Deborah, who was gradually calming down, and asked, "Why are you crying? Don't you like Andy? Don't you want to share the Cynthia lily with him under the moon?"

Deborah stopped sobbing, she turned around and asked shyly, "Does he really call my name in his sleep?" Jarvis replied solemnly, "I've heard it several times, and he keeps saying it in his sleep, Deborah, Deborah." The cabin was filled with longing for love, and those unrealistic fantasies resurfaced before the girl's eyes.

Jarvis saw the opportunity and continued: "I really didn't expect that Andy in the dungeon was deeply attracted by your kindness and innocence when he first met you. He covered his bleeding wounds all day emphasizing one thing, and now even the idiot guards knew that his rotting flesh was the mark of love that Deborah had given him. ”

Deborah was completely devastated, she lay on the snow-white pillow and cried, and the contented "ghost hand" standing on the floor turned away.

Early the next morning, after washing, Deborah applied a little powder. The enchanted girl, who had been crying for half the night last night, looked at the red and swollen circles in the mirror and whispered, "No one can lock my lover in a dungeon, no one can." ”

Donald was choked by Deborah's howls last night, and he ate the breakfast that Claude had brought him. The current Lord of the South Slope is torn between wanting to kill his rival in the dungeon but not finding a suitable reason, and he wants to make Deborah fall in love with him but has no extraordinary ability. He threw away the bread in his hand and drank the bubbling beer, and Claude stood beside the lord, staring stupidly at the leftovers on the table, the greedy guy waiting to take the food for himself.

With a few gentle knocks on the door, Deborah called out the name "Donald". The listless lord suddenly heard the call of his sweetheart and immediately came to life, and he rushed to the door barefoot. The wooden door was opened by the thick palm, and Deborah's series of autumn waves secretly paralyzed the unprepared Donald.

Claude hurriedly stepped forward to help Donald up from his seat on the ground, and looked at the already gaffed lord, the thief-eyed cook, who was still thinking about the leftovers on the table.

Donald smiled and invited the cook, who was standing there, to go out, and he very gentlemanly invited Deborah, who had come to visit, into the house. The excitement is beyond words, for the overlord of this Cloud Mountain, being able to see his sweetheart on such a beautiful morning is the greatest gift from God to him.

Deborah looked at the filthy table and stood in the middle of the room and scanned her surroundings. At this time, Donald regretted his work habits very much, looking at the dirty and messy house, he was at a loss for a while, and the lord really wanted to clean his house in an instant, just to make a good impression on his sweetheart, but it was almost impossible.

Deborah looked at the embarrassed lord and said, "I'm here to thank you today. ”