Chapter 7: Austin, Go to Hell
After returning to his room, Horn did not go to see the queen, but lay on the princess's bed to take care of Anna's mother's family.
Anna's mother came out of the family of Count Fra, the old earl was already old, and his son was a minor general in Sikaya, and Moore VIII did not give him a knighthood, so he should inherit the title of Fra.
Count Fra's territory is in the north of Sikaya, a certain distance from Wangcheng, and the territory is not very prosperous.
She also has a younger sister, who should be 12 years old, who is also fostered in the countryside in the south, but that sister is more unlucky, she should be stopped by Marlowe, and she can't come to the imperial capital.
She also has a 2-year-old brother, born to a mistress of Moore VIII, who is probably not in the palace at this time.
After the death of Moore VIII, apart from the two princes, Sikaya's greatest military command was in the hands of General Siviin, who was now stationed near Wangcheng, firmly defending the imperial capital and ready to support the west.
Horn counted his forces - 10 useless guards, 4 useless maids, an uncle who he couldn't rely on at the moment, plus an Austin.
You have to rely on your fists to talk about everything. Horn feels that he is not qualified now,
The children of the Sikaya royal family were given a fief when they reached adulthood at the age of 16, and when Horn was just about to come of age, Moore VIII diedβand her fief was gone.
Obtaining a fief does not mean getting an army, just giving a piece of land, the army, and the economy have to be raised by the lord himself.
Horn felt that even if Moore VIII hadn't died, she would have been estimated to be a remote and barren land. Those rich and fertile lands can't be her turn.
Anna seemed to hate her, and Horn didn't remember any previous feuds between them, but they weren't born to a mother.
She looked at the ceiling, a little distracted.
Austin walked up to her lightly and tentatively said, "Your Highness...... May I ...... please?"
Horn glanced at him, "What's the matter?"
Austin pleaded, "Please let me stay near His Highness, or I will go out of the palace to live." β
Horn knew what he was afraid of, but he still vetoed, "Out of the palace to live? β
Austin asked, "Why?"
Horn spread his hands and said, "Because there is no money." β
Austin Sycophants.
Horn poked his finger in the head and accused, "Do you think I'm a rich princess?
Austin bowed his head in a smug manner, grimacing.
Horn said slowly as if inadvertently: "Blindly hiding is just a coward's behavior, if it were me, I would always think about how to kill him......"
Austin was stunned.
Horn's hand rested lightly on his shoulder, and his tone was confusing: "The culprit is resting, but the victim is afraid...... Why?"
Austin felt like a seductive claw into the abyss, resting on his shoulder, ready to drag him down to hell.
Gently put on it, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and Austin was pressed stiff there, unable to move an inch.
He really wanted to hide, and when he saw Robert, he was disgusted and scared.
Ling
U's experience of not wanting to recall it was torn apart again, and the person struggling in the dust was himself.
He felt a drop of cold sweat running down his sideburns, it was easy to hate someone, but it was hard to actually kill someone.
Once people have passed that hatred, it is not easy to have the courage to be desperate at that time.
But there was clearly a devilish voice in his heart that said loudly: "She's right! Why? When do you want to hide, for the rest of your life?
Soon another voice said, "You are still alive and well, and you should learn to be grateful." β
The devil dismissed: "Be grateful, don't be funny, be grateful that a rapist didn't kill you?"
Another voice said calmly, "But that's a living life, do you want to be an executioner?"
The devil sneered: "If you don't become an executioner, just wait to be someone else's chopping block! Think of your poor dead mother! And your cowardly father!"
The devil laughed grossly.
In a trance, Austin saw the blood flowing from the corners of his mother's mouth, the heavy shackles on his father's hands and feet, the home destroyed in the fire, and - himself in the mess, unbearable, dust.
Finally, the scene freezes on Robert's ill-intentioned and dirty face.
"Ahββ!!!h
Austin clutched his head in pain and crouched on the ground.
Horn hooked the corners of his lips, wrapped his arms around him from behind, and said softly, "Austin, kill him." β
Austin stiffly looked at the two hands around his chest, and when he turned around, he was surprised by a gentle and beautiful face, and the words that came out of his mouth were more poisonous than snakes and scorpions: "Austin, kill him." β
Austin β Kill him.
Kill.
Finish.
He.
It's to kill.
It's not beating, scolding.
It's the revenge that really makes a person die.
The gentle beauty attacked him with gentle words: "What are you afraid of? β
Austin was in a cold sweat when she remembered that she had not hesitated to abandon her maid and abandon the coachman.
As if he knew what he was thinking, Horn said aggrievedly: "Ah, why do you look at me with such condemning eyes? Obviously, they have no value in existence, and it is no wonder that I left them." β
Austin swallowed hard, "I'm going to be abandoned one day, right?"
Horn smiled softly at him, his green eyes glowing unclearly in the candlelight: "Why don't you become someone I can never leave and can't abandon?"
She let go of Austin, got up, looked down at him and said, "Do you know why I left you?"
Austin shook his head.
Horn said slowly, "If you hadn't met me, you would have been a successful thief for the rest of your life." I was always alert when I rested, and I didn't even notice that night when you searched my room unconsciously, and I didn't even feel a sense of crisis until your hand was about to touch me. I knew then that you would be able to do a lot for me. β
She took Austin's bandaged right hand and stroked it gently, "I'm sorry, does it still hurt?"
Apparently he was just holding it gently, but Austin felt a powerful force that was desperately pulling him to let goβor maybe he just didn't want to let go.
Horn took advantage of the situation to take his hand and touched his face, staring at him, his bewildering green eyes making it impossible to take his eyes off: "Austin, come on...... Follow me......"
Austin, come on...... Let's go to hell......
Austin stared at those green eyes, his eyes glazed over.
Finally, as if bewitched, Austin nodded.
"Good. β
Immediately he felt a smile on his cheeks as his hand caressed him, and Horn let go of his hand and said, "You can sneak into someone else's side without knowing it, what do you want...... Either way. Believe in yourself, Austin. β
Horn handed him the dagger, looked out the window, and exclaimed, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." β
Austin took the dagger in a daze, and the wounded right hand and the residual warmth of her cheek were replaced by the coldness of the dagger.
It's night.
The moonlight was bright, and a thin figure nimbly shuttled through the castle, eventually reaching the room where the guards lived.
He watched cautiously for a long time, deftly pried open the window, rolled over and went straight in.
On the big bed, the burly man snored and slept soundly, defenseless.
Just stab down, a simple action, stab down......
Austin clutched the dagger and quietly came to the bedside, where he raised it high but did not fall.
He sighed silently, his eyes a little glazed.
Suddenly, the person on the bed moved.
Austin was so frightened that he immediately crouched down and got under the bed.
After a while, there was no more movement, and Austin crawled out from under the bed, but fortunately, Robert just rolled over.
He was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he thought Robert was awake.
Immediately, he hated himself a little bit for being so cowardly, and the moment the enemy moved, he chose to hide instead of sending the dagger into the other party's heart.
Yes!!!
Austin shouted in his heart that he was about to collapse.
The opportunity is in front of you, and if you miss it, probably, the courage to take up arms, there will be no more.
Austin silently took a large breath, exhaled again, raised the dagger, pointed it at Robert's heart, and fell!
However, just as the tip of the dagger touched Robert's white pajamas, it couldn't fall anywhere.
Austin hesitated, bitter inside.
Kill him, kill him, kill him!
But I ...... Can't do it!
He's still a 12-year-old kid, how to do it at the last minute?
Suddenly, a small, white hand covered his hand and stabbed the dagger down!
In an instant, blood splattered from Robert's chest!
The sleeping man was awakened by the pain, and Robert covered his chest with a cracked eye: "You ββ!!!"
Still holding Austin's hand, Horn pulled the dagger out of Robert's chest and slashed Robert's throat!
It all happened in the midst of lightning.
Robert's blood bubbled like an erupting spring, staining the dagger, the sheets, andβAustin's hands.
With a "bang", the dagger landed.
Austin crouched on the ground and retched.
Horn laughed insolently: "Austin! Well done! You killed him! It's you, Robert who killed him with your own hands!"
Then she didn't care about picking up the blood-stained dagger, approached Austin and said, "How do you feel?" β
Austin only felt extremely disgusted with his warm blood, and he squatted on the ground, eager to vomit out his heart.
Seeing that he was ignoring him, Horn said to himself, "You know what? You just got a crooked hand, and that would only stick the dagger into the ribs in your chest, and you won't be able to pull it out, and you won't kill anyone." So, I helped you mend a knife and slit his throat, do you want to thank me?"
Austin: "Gross-"
Horn got up boredly, wiped the dagger clean, and said, "Do you feel disgusting? But I think it's even more disgusting when he does it to you." β
Austin raised his head instantly, his eyes were red, and he said, "Shut up!
Horn said: "Do you regret it? It's a pity, if a person dies, he dies, and you killed it." β
Austin wept bitterly, but when he caught a glimpse of Robert on the bed, there was a faint pleasure in the most secret place in his heart.
Robert died.
He took his revenge......
He really did it!
Robert is the bad guy, he deserves it!
Yes, Robert is the damn one!
Lord, forgive me for being cruel for a moment......
If I don't kill him, sooner or later he will come and continue to torture me, so it's better for me to strike first.
I was right...... I didn't do anything wrong......
Austin suddenly cried and laughed, and in the dark night, in the room filled with the smell of blood, there was something strange.
Horn looked at him as if he was crazy, and said meaninglessly: "Austin, you have to get used to it, there will be many days like this in the future." β
Austin turned around and slammed Horn against the bed, he laughed silently, but there were tears on his face: "Your Royal Highness, you succeeded." β
Horn didn't resist at all, and said, "yes, Austin, you're better than I thought." β
Austin stared into her eyes, he didn't notice a hint of fear or guilt, and Horn collapsed on the bed, her expression rightfully understood.
Because of the force, the wound on Austin's right hand cracked open, and blood dripped down his hand onto Horn's hand.
Horn felt a little itchy from the hot dripping on her wrist, and she frowned and said, "Okay, hurry up and dispose of the corpse, I won't give you the aftermath." β
Austin then remembered that there was a corpse next to him, and he let go of Horn, who bounced up with a carp.
Horn wiped the blood stains on his wrists, tidied up his clothes, and said lightly: "If you don't deal with it before dawn, you will wait to be executed as a murderer." β