noble pharmacist

Seth?

The little boy's sentence: "The Marquis sleeps here every night" turned out to be true.

The arms around the waist were very strong, and it took a lot of effort for Anderson to break free.When Seth was sleeping, his lips were pursed, and the blood on his lips was a little lacking, as if he hadn't had a good rest for days.

Powerful as Seth, still defenseless in his sleep.

If you want to kill him, this is your chance.

Without a knife, Anderson slowly reached out and grabbed Seth's neck.

The sleeping man frowned.

The moonlight shone on the chiseled face, the deep-set eye sockets were hidden in the shadows, and the shadow of a small leaf fell on his left cheek, which contrasted sharply with the over-perfect skin.He inspected the whole territory of Denton as a Templar Knight for five years, and there is no scar on his face. Anderson couldn't understand. Could it be that he was not cut across the cheek by the enemy's dagger and hit the bridge of the nose with a long sword?

Anderson had to admit that Seth was handsome, and he remembered that five years ago, there was even a beautiful marquise who bowed to him at a social ball.During that time Seth was so close to the girl that Anderson almost thought he would ask his father to marry him.

But the social season was over, and he climbed up the castle tower to find Seth with a lot of books in his arms, and when he opened the door, he heard a loud slap in the face.

The Marquis, who had beautiful long wavy hair, still raised her hands high in the air. Seth was wearing a light black riding suit, standing by the window, with his back straight and expressionless.

He looked at Anderson and said to the Countess: "I never promised you anything."

"Are you going to be a despicable here for the rest of your life..." The woman bit her lips and considered her words: "You despicable servant, Seth Elberd?!"

"Knight is a noble profession." In the warm spring, Seth's black eyes looked a little cold: "Liz, you'd better restrain yourself in front of Lord Lancaster."

The Marquis glared at Anderson, covered her face and ran out the door, her rose-colored skirt set off a whirlwind.When passing by, he saw a pair of emerald green eyes full of tears, sweeping across his body with gentle resentment.

Unexplainably cold in warm weather.

In the afternoon, she hurried away in a four-wheeled carriage, and never came to Aiye Castle again.

He sincerely thought that Seth had missed a good marriage. Seth just leaned against the cold stone window and listened silently. After listening for a long time, he asked: "Do you want me to get married?"

Anderson thought for a while: "You are an excellent Denton knight, and not everyone can be loved by the Marquis."

Between the mottled light and shadow, he felt that Seth's face was not very good-looking.Anderson turned to the page about how to make tequila water, sat down at the old oak table, and Seth leaned over his shoulder as usual, and wrote every step on the parchment with a long quill. recipe.The stone windows of the tower can see the calm sea as far as possible. When the sun is strong, the reflection of ripples ripples around the room.

Seth suddenly said, "The young master thinks that I come from a lowly background and I am not worthy of the Marquis."

For so many years of master-servant relationship, Anderson has never really regarded Seth as a servant or a subordinate. When he first met him, his childish instinct told him that even in the most desolate time, this person has an inviolable eye deep in his eyes. The place.He is not so much a knight who is loyal to him, but a friend, brother, and mentor.

Anderson was too withdrawn when he was a teenager, and Seth was like the sunlight falling on the glass windows of the dome of a church, building a bridge between him and the outside world.He gradually stopped interacting with the children outside the castle, learned how to claim his rights from the Duchess and his two brothers, learned the basic dance steps and the correct use of knives and forks at the ball, and learned to read and write beautiful cursive characters .

Although he is an illegitimate child, the blood of the Lancaster family really flows in his veins. As long as he is willing, there are countless people who can court him.

It wasn't until Seth came to him that Anderson felt that he was the master of the castle, not the "wild bastard" his brother hated.

The most important thing is that Seth discovered his talent as a pharmacist, taught him to identify herbs, prepare potions, help the people in the castle to treat some basic ailments, and find comfort from the smiling faces of the people he helped.

"How is it possible?" Anderson laughed dumbly: "You are my mentor, of course you are worthy of anyone. I just want to say that you missed a good opportunity."

The hand writing over his shoulder stopped suddenly, the breath in his ears was soft, and Seth's voice was soft, sexy and almost provocative: "Perhaps my identity is not as low as the young master imagined."

Anderson thought that if he had paid attention at that time, he would have discovered that there was indeed a family named Elberd among the Denton nobles, a hereditary marquis, and his fief was in the far and cold north.

At this time, the thinking was pulled away.

But why would he sleep in his arms? The reason for "preventing escape" is too far-fetched.If you shake him awake, you can ask, but of course you can't wake him up at this time.

Anderson began to concentrate and increase the strength in his hands.

If he wakes up after being strangled halfway, will he have the ability to guarantee that he won't break free?

What happens if you break free...?

Reason told him that he would die.

He would die a second time at Seth's hands.

The strength in his hand gradually loosened, and Anderson decided not to take the risk, he just needs to ensure that Seth does not wake up during his escape.There was still a bit of Elf Bark black tea left in the afternoon, and Anderson took a sip from the teacup and pressed it to Seth's lips.

The sleeping man was motionless.

Anderson remembered that when he was just dug out of the coffin, Ryan had fed him the medicine in the same way—the tongue gently pried open the teeth, found the other's tongue, and slowly fed the soup.However, Ryan was too flirtatious, and every time he fed the medicine, it turned into a long kiss at the end.

The moment the black tea was sent down, he felt that Seth responded, and the tip of his tongue quickly entangled and then let go.

It may be an illusion created by the flow of water.

It will take some time for the medicine to take effect. Just in case, Anderson fed all the remaining black tea in the teapot, pulled up the sleeve of Seth's pajamas and wiped his mouth, leaving a large red tea mark.Then he rummaged through the clothes that Seth took off next to him, and took out his own dragon egg. Guessing that there must be a guard at the door, he went out through the window.

After sticking out half of his head, he remembered that it was the third floor. Anderson cursed secretly, half suspended in the air, and carefully stepped on the window sill to move to the next room, resolutely not bowing his head.

The next door window was locked.

Anderson cursed again, and continued to move against the wall to the next door.

He felt more and more like Ryan in the way he cursed.

When I used to live here as the master, I would be reprimanded by the duke even if I used an inferior vocabulary.Every word is said carefully.

Damn, the second window was also locked.

The fourth window was unlocked. If I remembered correctly, there was a long corridor behind the window, with portraits of the successive heirs of Fort Aiye decorated on both sides, and my father was the last one.Seth pointed to the empty wall next to his father's portrait and vowed that Anderson's portrait would hang here in the future like his predecessors.

Get close to him in order to get close to the castle, make up beautiful lies to get close to him.

He actually believed it.

Fortunately, the window was not locked, and the hinge was deformed in the fire five years ago. It took a lot of effort to push it open, and it made a loud creaking sound.Accompanied by the creaking sound was a muffled sound behind the window, as if something standing in front of the window had been hit by the inward-opening leaf.Anderson exerted too much force, lost his footing, and fell into the hallway.

"boom!"

Ryan stood up, touched the person who fell into his arms, and sighed: "Baby, I haven't seen you for a month and you are so enthusiastic. What should I do with you?"

He was wronged: "Why hit me?!"

Ryan can indeed be wronged.He got clues from the informant, saying that someone saw Owen Custer being brought into the castle.At dusk, he sneaked in with the milkman. He searched around in the middle of the night but found no one. When he wanted to go out, he found that the doors and windows were locked.After finally prying open a window with a dagger, he stepped back to admire the result, the window slammed open and hit him in the face, and then Anderson fell on him from the outside, and gave him a solid blow He punches.

Ryan simply explained the purpose of coming: "It is said that the idiot prince is locked here." He swept away the hippie smile just now: "But baby, why are you here?"

Anderson glanced at the end of the corridor and lowered his voice: "I'll explain to you later. There is only one place where people are locked up in Fort Aiye. Let's go and have a look."

Without candles, the narrow corridors of the castle were deathly dark when the moon was obscured by clouds.

Although the owner has changed, the guarding of the castle is still carried out according to the architectural design.Anderson skillfully turned left and right, avoiding the places where people were on duty, and went down the stone stairs.

In the dark, Anderson touched the expected iron door: "Can you pick this lock?"

"This is where?"

"Castle Dungeon."

Ryan frowned slowly: "Ann, you know this place too well."

"I think so."

Someone behind him spoke slowly, and then there was the sound of flicking open the tinder box.A soft light gradually glowed in the darkness.

Seth was standing not far away, still in his nightgown, holding a candlestick.

Anderson found out with a guilty conscience that there was a large black tea stain on the cuff of his nightgown from his own mouth.

"You didn't kill me, it was the right choice."