Everyone was waiting for him to come back, but interestingly, it didn't seem to have anything to do with him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If anyone could see the face of a young man lying on a narrow stone bed in a relatively clean room in an abandoned monastery outside the Jedun district, I believe that the restlessness and uneasiness hidden in the imperial capital environment in the last few days would have calmed down a lot, and the young man could only be a lowly sinner from the wasteland, Augustus. Alfred, he lay quietly on the simple stone bed, still with his eyes closed, obviously still in a coma, but although he was still in a coma and in a coma for a long time, his injuries seemed to have been carefully cared for, not only the bloodstained tattered ragged robe was cleaned and thrown aside, but even his body was covered with white bandages, which largely avoided the infection of his wounds, and indeed ensured that if he could wake up, his injuries would definitely be able to recover well in the shortest possible time, and all this could only be attributed to the woman beside him。

The woman wore a gorgeous palace dress in black and red Haitian style, which was really incompatible with the decay and decay of the dilapidated abbey, especially the charming temperament of her moving face, which even made this simple stone house no longer look shabby, she carefully dismantled the white bandage on Augustus's body and replaced him with fresh herbs, which was a huge project for her, although she was not from an aristocratic background but had enjoyed the privileged life of a high-class nobleman since she was a child, because there were too many wounds, dense, front and back, even if she had taken care of him for several days, but whenever she saw the wounds on his body, she would still feel shocked and suffocated, even until now, she will still marvel at such an injury and such a body, he is not dead and still alive, what kind of miracle should this be, how afraid of death should he be, how much he doesn't want to die?

What if you don't want to die, the white-robed priest who came a few days ago clearly said that he can wake up only by divine grace.

Divine grace.

Could divine grace befall a heretic?

The woman's slender fingers carefully smeared the crushed medicine, from the chest to the abdomen, she skipped over the worst wound in his abdomen, and first dealt with the arrow wound on his back, the process was not long, but she was still sweating very quickly, he was too heavy, it was not easy to let her, an out-and-out little woman, turn over his body, and then lay him down again, and only the wound on his abdomen remained, and when dealing with this wound, even if she just gently lifted the gauze there, the woman was so nervous that even her fingers began to tremble slightly, and she would never forget the nightmare feeling when she saw that wound for the first time, didn't vomit out entirely because she happened to have no meal at the time, and there was really no food in her stomach, so although she had seen it several times, after she lifted the gauze, she would still subconsciously look nervous and her throat stirred, and almost instantly pasted all the remaining drugs on the wound - how smart and clever, so that she couldn't see it, and of course she wouldn't be afraid anymore.

The woman smiled a little smugly.

Then it was easy, all she needed to do was to use her fingers to spread the black and slimy medicine evenly, in this process, maybe it was also because of the ease, her fingers did not stop, but her eyes were on his peaceful face, it was a young face insulated from handsomeness, not immature, nor vicissitudes of maturity, neither the deliberate elegance and arrogance of the young nobles of the empire, nor the belly of the mature nobles, is it just because he is in a coma? Unlikely, the woman easily remembered the clean smile he had always had when she spoke to him at the dinner party, not like a nobleman, but like the people around her when she was a child when she lived in the plebeian area, oh yes, he wasn't even as good as a commoner, he was a sinner, who had come from that terrible place of the abandoned wasteland.

Thinking of the sinners, her smile slowly faded.

Smeared with almost enough even medicine, she said to herself thoughtlessly: "Hey, Augustus, if you really can't wake up and really go to hell, you can't curse me in hell, you know, you can't blame me, although I did intend to let them focus their eyes on you at the dinner that day, but even without me, they will still notice you after all, and if you want to blame, you can only blame, who made you reckless and plunge into the whirlpool of the imperial capital?" Besides, even if I have a little responsibility, but I've been taking care of you for the past few days, and I can make up for it, and speaking of which, you should thank me even more, but don't worry, we're even. ”

No response.

Glancing at his closed eyes again, and having finished changing the medicine again, she finally got up to wash her hands and the little stains that inevitably stained her dress, and just before leaving the room, looking at the bruises on the young man's body, she quietly sighed and muttered, "Augustus, you'd better not wake up, this may be the greatest gift the Lord has given you." ”

She turned away.

I didn't see that moment, Augustus, who was lying on the stone bed, slowly opened his closed eyes.

......

He had already woken up, since last night when the sky was still only gray and not completely dark, he woke up, but he didn't want to open his eyes, he needed time to carefully sort out all the things that had happened to him since he came to the imperial capital, as for what the woman said when she finally left, it was better for him not to wake up, Augustus could vaguely understand, but the question of whether he could wake up or not was not something he could master, the master.

Divine grace?

It's probably God's curse.

Augustus sorted out all this over and over again, and did realize that it all happened too quickly, too coincidentally, too coherently, from the time he stepped into the land of the imperial capital, it happened to be when the young master of York of the Clark family lost patience with Elizabeth, neither sooner nor too late, coincidentally to the point of inexplicability, and coincidentally to the point that it was more like waiting for his arrival, and then there was the dinner, which was really entirely because of Sophia? Now Augustus is very suspicious, not only because she gave the invitation, but also because Lucia, the first courtesan of the empire who attracted the attention of many noble heirs for him at the dinner party, and more importantly, Augustus also remembered that when he ran to the gate of the monastery that day, what he saw happened to be the one who gave him the invitation, so what is the relationship between Lucia and her, these two women? And no matter what the relationship is, one gives an invitation, and the other attracts the hatred value of the heir to the nobility of the imperial capital, saying that no one arranges a fool to believe it.

So since all this is inseparable from her, what about her subordinate knight Albert?

Does Albert also play a role in this?

Augustus didn't want to continue to think about it, he had always been grateful to Albert, and he had always thought that Albert had been of great help to him in the wasteland, and Albert, who single-handedly led him to the path of knighthood, was a person he had to trust and be grateful for after he came to this world, no one, and even the first thing he did when he came to the imperial capital was to find Albert, but now?

Augustus, lying on the stone bed, was expressionless.

Trust?

Where is there any trust in this world?

Augustus subconsciously clenched his fists, he couldn't feel the pain anymore, so he could no matter how Lucia tossed, he was indifferent, he looked at the ceiling above his head, his eyes were scattered and unfocused.

A sound of footsteps interrupted his train of thought, but he seemed to have forgotten to close his eyes.

Of course, it can only be Miss Lucia, the first courtesan of the empire who goes and returns, from this point of view, Miss Lucia's care for Augustus can be called meticulous, she appeared in the stone house, and walked in front of Augustus for the first time, without looking at Augustus's face, she didn't notice Augustus's open eyes, just bent over with her skirt and leaned over to check Augustus's injury, because she subconsciously didn't think that Augustus could wake up, she didn't shy away from her Haitian-style palace skirt was too loose, resulting in the whiteness of her chest being completely exposed to Augustus's eyes。

She looked at the worst wound in her abdomen and finally saw Augustus's eyes.

The four eyes meet.

Straight to the thriller.

Lucia screamed "ah" suddenly, and then clutched her chest and fell backwards, finally standing firm, reaching out to Augustus, and saying many "you" in one breath, but still could not say a complete sentence.

Augustus, on the other hand, was still staring at the ceiling above him, completely unresponsive.

Lucia said a little frantically, "You woke up?"

Still no response.

Lucia then added, "When did you wake up?"

No surprises.

In the end, she calmed down, and noticed that a hand was still on her chest, as if she suddenly realized something, Lucia may be too nervous, but she may just want to ask her if he heard what she just said, and it was probably a slip of the tongue, and he actually said, "You saw everything just now?"

Thank the Lord that he finally had a response.

Augustus slowly tilted his head, looking at this extraordinarily tall and beautiful courtesan with a moving face and a palace skirt that set off her already good figure, he said calmly: "Don't worry, I have always insisted that the thickness of a woman's bed is far more important than the length she is lying on the bed, so I am not as interested in you as you imagined." ”

Stunned.

Lucia didn't understand the true meaning of Augustus' words for a long time.

Then when she finally understood, her fair and moving face instantly turned red, and she roared, "Are you saying that my breasts are small and have no thickness?"

Augustus didn't speak, but the unquestionability in his calm eyes was obviously more devastating than his words.

Miss Lucia, who had always been as elegant as a lotus flower, could only be seen from afar, and was immediately hysterical.

But without giving her a chance to lose control, Augustus, who was lying on the stone bed, suddenly said: "You have two choices, the first is to stay quietly, and the second is to leave quietly and tell Diana that I am awake." (To be continued.) )