noble pharmacist

"It was the right choice not to kill me."

Seth's face was hidden in the semi-dark light, his black hair was not too long, and his white nightgown hung straight to the ground, instantly reminding Anderson of a stone statue made by a famous artist, handsome, elegant and calm.

During the hunting season, the reindeer ran away. When they thought they were safe, they suddenly found that the hunter was looking at them with interest from a distance.

Anderson is the immature reindeer, Seth is the experienced hunter.

He held the candlestick a little higher, and raised his chin in Ryan's direction: "Are you interested in introducing that one?"

Anderson stepped forward to block Ryan: "My friend."

Ryan was picking the lock, and quickly interjected: "Cum lover. My name is Ryan, Ryan Black."

Anderson kicked him, Ryan dodged quickly, and Anderson kicked him back.

Seth narrowed his eyes and saw two figures entangled in a place beyond the reach of candlelight.

He slowly turned the long-handled candlestick in his hand, and the turpentine dripped on the floor.

Unscrew the bottom of the candlestick leisurely with your fingers.

Slowly pulled out a long sword with a narrow blade from it.

Anderson remembered that Seth had taught him that weapons should always be kept by his side.A knight without a sword is as uncomfortable as a woman without underwear.It's just that he didn't expect Seth to be so dark.The candlestick is next to the pillow when I sleep-it can knock people when I swing it, and there is a sword inside when I take it apart.

The hilt is intricately carved with the letter A inlaid with emeralds in the center.

Inlaid the first letter of the nobleman's surname with the most gorgeous sapphire on the famous sword, and bestowed it on the trustworthy knight-this is really the style of Curtis, Anderson shrugged.

"I said," Seth stood there, seemingly smiling, "you never told me you had a lover?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"I'll kill him before he shows up here." Seth let go of his fingers, and the empty shell of the candlestick fell to his feet, waiting for the fine pine oil to flow out and burn into a ball of flame.He touched his lips suggestively: "A small amount of elf bark water is nothing to a specially trained person, and the taste of black tea is beautiful."

"You pretend to be asleep!"

"Yes, I pretended, but didn't you let your companions sneak into the castle? I think I was very careful, and you were able to respond. It's not easy. Who do you want to find in the dungeon?"

Anderson wanted to say that it was a coincidence between him and Ryan, and suddenly remembered that he didn't need to explain to this person.

As if angry, he stared into Seth's eyes: "We're looking for Prince Ansair, it is said that you brought him here."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ansair's name appeared, Seth closed his eyes in pain as if struck by lightning, and his handsome face twisted.His hand gripping the hilt of the sword trembled slightly.

When he opened his eyes again, the pair of dark black gemstones narrowed in the windless passage, and the black stone ladder behind him stretched to the end of the darkness.

"His Royal Highness Ansair is not with me."

"where is he?"

"He's not there." Seth took a breath, and his heart was greatly shaken by this question suddenly: "He's by God's side."

Of course Anderson didn't believe it, and Ryan, who was hiding in the dark, didn't believe it even more. He sneered: "We don't care about the life or death of His Royal Highness, please ask the Marquis to let go of a boy named Owen Custer in the stone carving workshop outside the castle. His elderly father's heart is broken when you take this child away."

When Owen was mentioned, the wavering in Seth's eyes suddenly disappeared.

He walked over with a sword in his hand: "That depends on whether you can unlock the dungeon in front of me, gentlemen."

The narrow passage is not suitable for three people to fight, he and Ryan must make a choice.

Everything is only between lightning and flint.

Ryan gave up on throwing down the half-pried lock, and made a sudden attack, and the edge of the dagger lying across his chest danced with shattered candlelight.

Seth raised his sword to block it.

The bang echoed in the narrow passage, deafening Anderson's ears.

As he passed by, he heard Ryan whisper, "I'll hold him, you escape."

Seth's swordsmanship was famous in Denton.It is said that in the past five years, he single-handedly killed the giant dragon that had been entrenched in the northern forest and devoured travelers for a long time with a long sword, and personally cut off the head of the cannibal leader when he quelled the rebellion of the barbarians in the west. He has never lost a duel on the battlefield , lose to anyone.

Seth was the one who taught Anderson how to use the sword.

Anderson knows his strength best.

It was too late to stop, the dagger and the long sword collided three times, and the two suddenly separated, the air was dull and dangerous.

For the first time Anderson saw what he called a serious expression on Lane's face.

"Hell's Messenger, Seth Elberd, it is my honor to fight against you," Ryan looked back at Anderson, and added: "Especially in front of my Highness the Princess."

Anderson gritted his teeth: "It's better to run if you have time to talk nonsense."

Ryan raised his dagger again and turned his head to wink: "Of course I won't leave my dear alone."

Perhaps it was an illusion of light, Seth's face suddenly became ugly.

Anderson suddenly had a bad feeling.

Seth held the sword flat across his chest, slightly bowing his upper body.

Ryan twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's not easy to be a Marquis while wearing pajamas and doing such elegant etiquette."

Denton knights bowed with flat swords in a duel, which meant that they would take the opponent's life.

Anderson couldn't remember the details after that. He only remembered that the scene was intense. Seth's slender and tough sword was stained with Ryan's blood, and the hem of his white nightgown was stained dark red.Ryan's self-defense dagger rolled down the stone ladder step by step, jingling, jingling, until Anderson's feet.

The long sword pierced Lion's chest.

Ryan grabbed Seth's sword hand with both hands, and blood flowed from his mouth.He forcibly left half of the passage behind by grabbing Seth's sword hand.

Ryan turned to Anderson with difficulty: "Don't worry about the prince, let's go now... hurry..."

The blood faded from Ryan's face, and Seth's face was as expressionless as a stone statue. He didn't pull out his hands that were held by Ryan, and turned his head to look at Anderson: "Look, your friend guaranteed your escape with his life."

The feeling of anger rushing to the head.

The stone steps at night are as cold as ice.

Seth was just ahead, his sword piercing Lane's chest, the hem of his white nightgown stained bright red with Lane's blood.

He didn't remember how he picked up Ryan's dagger, only that the stone ladder between them suddenly disappeared, and he was already standing in front of Seth, stabbing Seth's chest with the thing in his hand.

Seth broke away from Ryan, forcibly pulled out his sword and swung it to block the dagger, and Ryan sat down against the stone wall like a puppet.His face was frighteningly pale, and blood was gushing from the wound.He covered it with his hands with difficulty, and made a mouth shape with bloodless lips: "Baby, run away, he will kill you."

When Anderson was a child, Seth once said when teaching him swordsmanship, you don’t have to be better than him to win a duel. You can learn about his attacking habits, the details of holding a sword, and surprise him And win.

Or you can kill the opponent's fighting spirit through words, making your enemy's sword hand tremble and weak.

Anderson's every word echoed on the walls.

"I despise you."

"I have never seen such a despicable and cowardly person like you. You are not worthy of being a Denton knight, let alone your noble title."

"There was a girl named Rose who always offered to help you starch and wash your shirts. She was burned to death in the fire five years ago when you betrayed Castle Ayer."

"Do you still remember the small blacksmithing shop on the east side of the castle? You always go there to take care of the sword before performing missions, and had a great chat with the old swordsmith. Five years ago, you pinned him to the city wall with your own hands."

Anderson's voice was trembling: "There is also the Duke's personal guard, you cut off the heads of your former companions, and there are not many of them..."

The dagger and sword collided, and Seth's hand was shaking.

The blond-haired young man in front of him has the same face as Anderson, his gray-blue eyes are full of sadness, and every word he says is like the dead boy crawling out of the grave, telling him about the past again and again. Torture and condemnation.

why are they all dead

why did you kill him

Why even the young master died?

"They are all lowly and inferior people," Seth stabbed Anderson's shoulder fiercely, seeing the bright red blood smeared on his clothes, he knew that because of his heart shaking, the wound was hard but not deep: " Because they disobeyed the king's order and tried to protect the Duke of Aiye Castle. My loyalty belongs to the king, and the rebellious royal branch must die."

"The rebellious royal family must die, but why..." Anderson grabbed the sword that Seth had stabbed into the collarbone, pulled it out, and raised the dagger to stab Seth: "Why are you looking for someone after I die? As a stand-in?"

The fire under his feet had gone out, and Seth's expression could not be seen clearly.

He didn't hide, the dagger pierced straight into his heart.

Seth stood where he was, and said slowly, "Who... are you? Why do you know so much?"

You can feel the warmth of the liquid on your hands, and the sweet smell of blood is in the air.Seth grabbed Anderson's wounded shoulder with much more force than a wounded man.

He asked stubbornly, "You are, Master Anderson?"

"I told you my name was Anderson from the beginning, and I didn't lie to you." Anderson broke away and grabbed his hand, and took a step back: "You can laugh at my credulity and ignorance at the beginning, but you have no chance to laugh at me. A second time—if you're still alive."

He picked up the unconscious Ryan by the wall and dragged him outside.

At the end of the passageway of the stone stairs, there is a hazy sky, and the dawn is quietly coming.

Seth was behind him, holding the dagger stuck in his chest, his hands trembling slightly.

Not because of pain, but because of happiness.

"Everything I do is for the best interests of the young master."

"I have never betrayed you from the beginning to the end."

Anderson hugged Ryan and walked out without looking back.Ryan was so cold that he couldn't be sure if he was still alive.

"If you're looking for Owen who does the shell carving, he's not with me, he's already been sent to the Hot Spring Palace."

Anderson walked to the end of the stone stairs, turned his head and said to the people in the dark place: "Don't call me master, the noble young master is dead, I am Anderson Boots, a Liberal Party member. We are enemies."

The castle was still in a state of sleep, and when the hall went out, there was no sound outside.

Under the leafless acacia tree stood a tall, silver-haired woman holding a wooden basin for washing.

She came over quickly: "how is the boss?"

Anderson remembered it as the harp girl from Lane's circus.

After a while, they left the castle. Ryan was lying on a broken cart, and Anderson had simply stopped the bleeding and wrapped herbal medicine in the wound.

He didn't die. After waking up, he just whimpered and said to Anderson, who was busy applying medicine to stop the bleeding: "Honey, have I arrived in heaven? I feel that you are touching me."