noble pharmacist

The carriage moved briskly along the road.Along the way, Ryan hummed a ditty and told two or three dirty jokes, showing no signs of serious injuries.Looking through the lifted curtain, Anderson found that the place they went was getting more and more prosperous.The houses with red roofs began to gather together, and the wheat had been harvested in the flat fields beside the road, leaving only bare oak trees.Occasionally, a few children with baskets are on the roadside looking for acorns left in the fall.

Lane's enthusiastic proposal: "Do you know what Cornwall is famous for?"

"Lake of Love." Anderson came to the Cornish Plains for the first time, focusing on the scenery outside the window: "It is said that standing by the lake can see the people who will be with you in this life. It seems that there is dragon magic on the lake."

Ryan leaned over with a smile: "Let's go together."

Anderson pushed the man back to the seat, thought for a while, reached into Ryan's coat, touched the row of brass buttons on the shirt, and smiled crookedly.Ryan suddenly stopped humming. He froze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes suddenly, and reached out to untie Anderson's neckline.

"You have injuries."

Ryan laughed hoarsely: "It's rare that you are so active, how can you not behave well?"

Anderson put his finger on his lips and shook it: "Yeah, so you'd better not talk obediently."

Ryan did not speak.

Anderson had already successfully unbuttoned his shirt, stretched out his hand to touch his waist, praised the rascal for his good figure, and then strangled the bandage on his chest——

The driver slowed down his horse and turned back to ask, "Mr. Black, are you all right? I heard you screaming?"

Anderson covered Ryan's mouth with his hand, carefully checked the condition of the bandage, fixed it, and shouted outside: "It's okay, you heard it wrong."

"Don't move, just tighten the bandages. It's easier to move."

Ryan lay on the long seat of the carriage, smiling wryly.Anderson suddenly remembered that the person sitting next to him was still sitting, sitting, and someone—he coughed awkwardly at Cecilia: "I'm sorry, I was just joking."

The woman kept looking out the window, seemingly seeing nothing.

After a while, he said: "It's okay, I'm used to it. Mr. Black and the man have done this not once or twice."

Anderson looked at Ryan, and Ryan suddenly looked out the window fascinated.

He sighed: "You don't need to explain."

The carriage drove all day and stopped outside a town until late at night.The simple stone walls are nothing compared to the high tower walls of Aiye Castle.There is no strict security system, and it seems that anyone can enter as long as the city gate is opened.Outside the castle is a large area of ​​wheat fields in early winter, and the wheat stalks left after harvesting stand quietly in the moonlight.Anderson knew that this was where craftsmen lived.Unlike castles, towns have simple military equipment and are easily captured by foreign invaders.So they are under the direct protection of the nobles who own the land.Unlike castles, this spontaneously formed town has a certain degree of autonomy, and residents independently elect managers and arbitration committees to handle internal disputes among residents.As long as a fixed amount of agricultural products and taxes are paid to the nobles of the territory every year, there is generally no interference.

It's just that even in the commercially developed coastal Maple Leaf County, it is rare to see such a large town.When the carriage is still in the distance, you can see the towering bell tower and church under the moonlight. The red and two-colored roofs are stacked like children's building blocks, neat and beautiful.

To make such a big move under the eyes of the royalists, Ryan and the others are really brave.

What is the name of the family that has long ruled Cornwall...

William, the William family—Anderson recalled.

After stopping for a while, the city gate opened, and the carriage finally drove into the not-so-spacious street.The houses here are exquisite and beautiful, but because it is late at night, except for the small bar all night, the shops are closed, and it is so quiet that only the sound of your own wheels can be heard.Anderson saw blacksmith shops, flower shops, breweries, bakeries... There are more types than noble castles, and it is almost a self-sufficient world.

Ryan snorted: "Bailey has taken care of this place well."

Presumably Black Bear Bailey is the actual manager of this town.There might still be a tribunal upholding his decision, Anderson thought.

"Support?" Ryan laughed loudly: "The Arbitration Council is looking for trouble for him. He is eager to abolish this thing. Baby, you are too naive. If a person makes a decision, he needs a fixed group to support it. We Liberals What is the difference between the regime and the tyranny of the Lancaster family? Each of our resolutions must be passed by the Arbitration Committee, the Supervisor and the Manager at the same time to take effect. The Manager is voted by the Arbitration Committee, and the Arbitration Committee is voted by the residents Elected, who has the final decision-making power, my dear, you will understand clearly."

Separation of powers, Anderson gets it.

The carriage stopped at a stately mansion, which was still brightly lit even late at night.

The open door is carved with intricate arabesque patterns, and one can see a thick red velvet curtain hanging inside the door along the marble steps.

"I have warned this old man to be frugal." Ryan muttered as he got out of the car.When he pushed the car door, his face was pale and his body shook.Anderson was worried that the wound would open after bumping on the carriage for a long time, so he reached out to help him.He turned his head, pushed aside the wavy black hair covering his face, and blinked: "Remember, I'm not hurt."

A tall man stood on the marble steps outside the carriage.Bearded, tall and burly, with strong limbs, and a loud laugh that can be heard half a mile away.Because the figure is too tall, walking gives people a sense of clumsiness, no wonder he was nicknamed the black bear.

He shook hands and hugged Ryan as soon as he met.

Anderson was first brought into the arranged room as an entourage.

The female guests live on the left and the male guests live on the right.When he followed the maid into the dark corridor of the mansion, he heard Ryan say to Bailey in an unprecedented serious tone: "Three rooms have been prepared? Oh no, you are too extravagant. I will live in one room with my servant." It's ok. What, no more single rooms with two beds? Great, one bed is enough..."

Hearing the servant's words, Anderson gritted his teeth silently.

The maid who led the way with a lamp was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old with long light brown hair.She walked for a while and stopped, very excited: "Are you Mr. Black's personal servant?"

Anderson didn't want to talk, so he nodded.

"It's the first time I saw the supervisor, Mr. Black, and I didn't expect him to be so easy-going!" The girl walked around the front with a lamp, and spun a flower on her skirt.

"After a long time in the future, you will find that she is approachable every day-especially to beautiful ladies."

The girl suddenly lifted the lamp to look at Anderson's face, and said, "Mr. Servant is also very good-looking! What's your name?"

The bright light dazzled the eyes, and Anderson covered them with his hands.The pale blond hair hasn't been trimmed for a few days, and it is messy covering the smooth forehead. The originally delicate face has become pale due to the long journey.Although the clothes had been tidied up, the blood on the neckline had not been washed off.In the words of Ryan, baby, you have shown a kind of wild beauty recently.

Anderson had no choice but to take the compliment as consolation.

The girl suddenly became chattering: "Are you coming from far away? We call Oak City here, and it is one of the three most prosperous towns on the Cornish plains! Since we are here, we must go to Love Spring Lake to see, Just west of town..."

The black carriage galloped on the road in a low-key manner.The driver was a tall, handsome, silver-haired young man with superb skills. The black tea on the small table in the car did not overflow from the tea set at such a speed.There was no light in the car, and the moonlight fell on the man sitting by the window, casting a deep shadow.The man propped his head on his hands, closed his eyes tiredly, and ignored the wind outside the car window, which dropped the letterhead and documents printed with the gorse emblem on the table to the ground.

The weather was slightly cold, but there was no charcoal brazier in the car.

The man just sat by the window without saying a word.

The human heart has only two chambers, one half full of joy and the other half full of sorrow.

He remembered that moment, in excessive joy, he saw Anderson's dagger pierced straight into his heart.

At that moment he did not resist.

This kind of pain woke him up from five years of nightmares—the body that was lifeless like a puppet, his young master, was still alive.

Then he saw Anderson holding the injured man in panic and dragging him out.The man's clothes were covered in red blood.

Seth held the dagger still stuck in his chest, and slowly slid down against the wall, thinking that his clothes should also be covered with blood.

After hearing the noise for a while, the head of the guard came, his voice was trembling: "Marquis, Marquis—you are bleeding! Call the pharmacist, the rest are chasing the assassin! Marquis, what are you talking about?"

"Don't chase. Let them out."

The young master's sword is still the weak sword of his youth. Although he pierced the heart accurately, he didn't go deep in the end. Seth thought, maybe someone has protected him as well as he did in the past so many years, so that he can keep his weakness. , or kindness.

Young master, you don't have to get your hands dirty, all the blood should be borne by me.

This mission has already been arranged, he only brought his personal adjutant, Abel, a barbarian young man from Souther who is good at torture.

The carriage listened slowly, and the young man respectfully opened the door of the carriage: "Marquis, the Lake of Love has arrived."

"Thank you, Abel."

Ryan didn't come back until midnight, so Anderson went to Love Lake according to the place the maid said.

The lake is hidden in a field of reeds and swamps.It was winter, and most of the reeds withered, and Anderson was able to find this hidden lake smoothly.

The lake water is like pure mercury under the moonlight, but there is no reflection of the moon.

Nor does it have a reflection of itself.

Anderson remembered the legend of the Lake of Love.Legend has it that this is the relic of the dragon clan who once ruled this land. There is magic cast by the dragon witch on it, and you can see the ultimate belonging of your love.Everyone can only see it once, and only what you see for the first time is real.

Anderson squatted down slowly by the lake and stretched out his hands to the lake.

Mercury-like ripples rippled layer by layer, and Anderson saw his own reflection gradually become clearer.

He had long light blonde hair, tied neatly at the back.Sitting on the edge of the bed in loose morning pajamas, her open chest was covered with rosy hickey marks.He was alone on the bed, the quilt was messy, and there were bloodstains and white turbidity on the sheets.There are rope marks on the wrist.

His face was pale and hopeless.

It was a rape, and he was bound hand and foot, unable to resist.

The man's straight and straight legs were reflected on the water again.

Seth walks into the frame.

As if he didn't see the marks on the bed, he put the shirt on the bed, then knelt down on one knee, and asked something in a flat tone.Anderson shook his head in denial.Seth stood up, unbuttoned his pajamas, and began to change him into a new starched shirt.Then I changed my shoes and trousers, put on my coat, and carefully adjusted the folds of the dress.

While changing clothes, Anderson could clearly see the traces of last night's love.

After changing his clothes, Seth stood there hesitantly for a moment, and bowed and left until Anderson waved impatiently.

The ripples on the water calmed down, and the picture gradually disappeared.

The final picture was fixed on his dazed and desperate gray-blue eyes, as if he had lost his last hope of being alive.

Anderson stood by the lake for a long time.

Then he said to the lake: "No, you're wrong for me. What I want to see is my love."

Realizing that he was talking to a lake, he shook his head and smiled awkwardly.

When he came back to his senses, he found a man in a cloak standing on the other side of the lake, looking at him quietly across the lake.

I can't see the face clearly under the moonlight, but I feel very familiar.

Across the wide lake, his eyes followed a person to death.

The person on the other side raised his finger to his heart and made a gesture, as if it hurt there.Then slowly, kneel down on one knee.

Anderson didn't know who it was for a moment, so he waved his hand.

The person on the other side of the lake knelt on one knee in silence, with his right hand resting on his left shoulder.

Until someone behind asked: "Baby, who are you saying hello to?"

Ryan struggled to get out of the withered reeds, rubbing a piece of dead grass on his curly black hair.

"I don't know, a strange person." Anderson shrugged; "I thought he was greeting me, maybe not."

It was already late at night after talking with Bailey about Prince Ansair, and Ann was not in the room. The maid said that he went to the Lake of Love.Ryan rushed to the lake and saw his Ann looking at the man on the other side across the lake.After a moment, the man knelt down slowly, and Anderson waved to him.

Ryan looked towards the lake and slowly narrowed his eyes.

He saw the black carriage hidden in the distance, the coat of arms on the carriage reflected silvery light under the moon.Judging from the position and general shape of the heraldic decoration, it should be the unique gorse emblem of the Royal Knights.

"What are you looking at?" Anderson asked, "Going to the lake to see if any girl will marry you after being so unlucky?"

"No, dear." Ryan laughed. "I never watch this. I just watch you."

The carriage moved briskly along the road.Along the way, Ryan hummed a ditty and told two or three dirty jokes, showing no signs of serious injuries.Looking through the lifted curtain, Anderson found that the place they went was getting more and more prosperous.The houses with red roofs began to gather together, and the wheat had been harvested in the flat fields beside the road, leaving only bare oak trees.Occasionally, a few children with baskets are on the roadside looking for acorns left in the fall.

Lane's enthusiastic proposal: "Do you know what Cornwall is famous for?"

"Lake of Love." Anderson came to the Cornish Plains for the first time, focusing on the scenery outside the window: "It is said that standing by the lake can see the people who will be with you in this life. It seems that there is dragon magic on the lake."

Ryan leaned over with a smile: "Let's go together."

Anderson pushed the man back to the seat, thought for a while, reached into Ryan's coat, touched the row of brass buttons on the shirt, and smiled crookedly.Ryan suddenly stopped humming. He froze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes suddenly, and reached out to untie Anderson's neckline.

"You have injuries."

Ryan laughed hoarsely: "It's rare that you are so active, how can you not behave well?"

Anderson put his finger on his lips and shook it: "Yeah, so you'd better not talk obediently."

Ryan did not speak.

Anderson had already successfully unbuttoned his shirt, stretched out his hand to touch his waist, praised the rascal for his good figure, and then strangled the bandage on his chest——

The driver slowed down his horse and turned back to ask, "Mr. Black, are you all right? I heard you screaming?"

Anderson covered Ryan's mouth with his hand, carefully checked the condition of the bandage, fixed it, and shouted outside: "It's okay, you heard it wrong."

"Don't move, just tighten the bandages. It's easier to move."

Ryan lay on the long seat of the carriage, smiling wryly.Anderson suddenly remembered that the person sitting next to him was still sitting, sitting, and someone—he coughed awkwardly at Cecilia: "I'm sorry, I was just joking."

The woman kept looking out the window, seemingly seeing nothing.

After a while, he said: "It's okay, I'm used to it. Mr. Black and the man have done this not once or twice."

Anderson looked at Ryan, and Ryan suddenly looked out the window fascinated.

He sighed: "You don't need to explain."

The carriage drove all day and stopped outside a town until late at night.The simple stone walls are nothing compared to the high tower walls of Aiye Castle.There is no strict security system, and it seems that anyone can enter as long as the city gate is opened.Outside the castle is a large area of ​​wheat fields in early winter, and the wheat stalks left after harvesting stand quietly in the moonlight.Anderson knew that this was where craftsmen lived.Unlike castles, towns have simple military equipment and are easily captured by foreign invaders.So they are under the direct protection of the nobles who own the land.Unlike castles, this spontaneously formed town has a certain degree of autonomy, and residents independently elect managers and arbitration committees to handle internal disputes among residents.As long as a fixed amount of agricultural products and taxes are paid to the nobles of the territory every year, there is generally no interference.

It's just that even in the commercially developed coastal Maple Leaf County, it is rare to see such a large town.When the carriage is still in the distance, you can see the towering bell tower and church under the moonlight. The red and two-colored roofs are stacked like children's building blocks, neat and beautiful.

To make such a big move under the eyes of the royalists, Ryan and the others are really brave.

What is the name of the family that has long ruled Cornwall...

William, the William family—Anderson recalled.

After stopping for a while, the city gate opened, and the carriage finally drove into the not-so-spacious street.The houses here are exquisite and beautiful, but because it is late at night, except for the small bar all night, the shops are closed, and it is so quiet that only the sound of your own wheels can be heard.Anderson saw blacksmith shops, flower shops, breweries, bakeries... There are more types than noble castles, and it is almost a self-sufficient world.

Ryan snorted: "Bailey has taken care of this place well."

Presumably Black Bear Bailey is the actual manager of this town.There might still be a tribunal upholding his decision, Anderson thought.

"Support?" Ryan laughed loudly: "The Arbitration Council is looking for trouble for him. He is eager to abolish this thing. Baby, you are too naive. If a person makes a decision, he needs a fixed group to support it. We Liberals What is the difference between the regime and the tyranny of the Lancaster family? Each of our resolutions must be passed by the Arbitration Committee, the Supervisor and the Manager at the same time to take effect. The Manager is voted by the Arbitration Committee, and the Arbitration Committee is voted by the residents Elected, who has the final decision-making power, my dear, you will understand clearly."

Separation of powers, Anderson gets it.

The carriage stopped at a stately mansion, which was still brightly lit even late at night.

The open door is carved with intricate arabesque patterns, and one can see a thick red velvet curtain hanging inside the door along the marble steps.

"I have warned this old man to be frugal." Ryan muttered as he got out of the car.When he pushed the car door, his face was pale and his body shook.Anderson was worried that the wound would open after bumping on the carriage for a long time, so he reached out to help him.He turned his head, pushed aside the wavy black hair covering his face, and blinked: "Remember, I'm not hurt."

A tall man stood on the marble steps outside the carriage.Bearded, tall and burly, with strong limbs, and a loud laugh that can be heard half a mile away.Because the figure is too tall, walking gives people a sense of clumsiness, no wonder he was nicknamed the black bear.

He shook hands and hugged Ryan as soon as he met.

Anderson was first brought into the arranged room as an entourage.

The female guests live on the left and the male guests live on the right.When he followed the maid into the dark corridor of the mansion, he heard Ryan say to Bailey in an unprecedented serious tone: "Three rooms have been prepared? Oh no, you are too extravagant. I will live in one room with my servant." It's ok. What, no more single rooms with two beds? Great, one bed is enough..."

Hearing the servant's words, Anderson gritted his teeth silently.

The maid who led the way with a lamp was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old with long light brown hair.She walked for a while and stopped, very excited: "Are you Mr. Black's personal servant?"

Anderson didn't want to talk, so he nodded.

"It's the first time I saw the supervisor, Mr. Black, and I didn't expect him to be so easy-going!" The girl walked around the front with a lamp, and spun a flower on her skirt.

"After a long time in the future, you will find that she is approachable every day-especially to beautiful ladies."

The girl suddenly lifted the lamp to look at Anderson's face, and said, "Mr. Servant is also very good-looking! What's your name?"

The bright light dazzled the eyes, and Anderson covered them with his hands.The pale blond hair hasn't been trimmed for a few days, and it is messy covering the smooth forehead. The originally delicate face has become pale due to the long journey.Although the clothes had been tidied up, the blood on the neckline had not been washed off.In the words of Ryan, baby, you have shown a kind of wild beauty recently.

Anderson had no choice but to take the compliment as consolation.

The girl suddenly became chattering: "Are you coming from far away? We call Oak City here, and it is one of the three most prosperous towns on the Cornish plains! Since we are here, we must go to Love Spring Lake to see, Just west of town..."

The black carriage galloped on the road in a low-key manner.The driver was a tall, handsome, silver-haired young man with superb skills. The black tea on the small table in the car did not overflow from the tea set at such a speed.There was no light in the car, and the moonlight fell on the man sitting by the window, casting a deep shadow.The man propped his head on his hands, closed his eyes tiredly, and ignored the wind outside the car window, which dropped the letterhead and documents printed with the gorse emblem on the table to the ground.

The weather was slightly cold, but there was no charcoal brazier in the car.

The man just sat by the window without saying a word.

The human heart has only two chambers, one half full of joy and the other half full of sorrow.

He remembered that moment, in excessive joy, he saw Anderson's dagger pierced straight into his heart.

At that moment he did not resist.

This kind of pain woke him up from five years of nightmares—the body that was lifeless like a puppet, his young master, was still alive.

Then he saw Anderson holding the injured man in panic and dragging him out.The man's clothes were covered in red blood.

Seth held the dagger still stuck in his chest, and slowly slid down against the wall, thinking that his clothes should also be covered with blood.

After hearing the noise for a while, the head of the guard came, his voice was trembling: "Marquis, Marquis—you are bleeding! Call the pharmacist, the rest are chasing the assassin! Marquis, what are you talking about?"

"Don't chase. Let them out."

The young master's sword is still the weak sword of his youth. Although he pierced the heart accurately, he didn't go deep in the end. Seth thought, maybe someone has protected him as well as he did in the past so many years, so that he can keep his weakness. , or kindness.

Young master, you don't have to get your hands dirty, all the blood should be borne by me.

This mission has already been arranged, he only brought his personal adjutant, Abel, a barbarian young man from Souther who is good at torture.

The carriage listened slowly, and the young man respectfully opened the door of the carriage: "Marquis, the Lake of Love has arrived."

"Thank you, Abel."

Ryan didn't come back until midnight, so Anderson went to Love Lake according to the place the maid said.

The lake is hidden in a field of reeds and swamps.It was winter, and most of the reeds withered, and Anderson was able to find this hidden lake smoothly.

The lake water is like pure mercury under the moonlight, but there is no reflection of the moon.

Nor does it have a reflection of itself.

Anderson remembered the legend of the Lake of Love.Legend has it that this is the relic of the dragon clan who once ruled this land. There is magic cast by the dragon witch on it, and you can see the ultimate belonging of your love.Everyone can only see it once, and only what you see for the first time is real.

Anderson squatted down slowly by the lake and stretched out his hands to the lake.

Mercury-like ripples rippled layer by layer, and Anderson saw his own reflection gradually become clearer.

He had long light blonde hair, tied neatly at the back.Sitting on the edge of the bed in loose morning pajamas, her open chest was covered with rosy hickey marks.He was alone on the bed, the quilt was messy, and there were bloodstains and white turbidity on the sheets.There are rope marks on the wrist.

His face was pale and hopeless.

It was a rape, and he was bound hand and foot, unable to resist.

The man's straight and straight legs were reflected on the water again.

Seth walks into the frame.

As if he didn't see the marks on the bed, he put the shirt on the bed, then knelt down on one knee, and asked something in a flat tone.Anderson shook his head in denial.Seth stood up, unbuttoned his pajamas, and began to change him into a new starched shirt.Then I changed my shoes and trousers, put on my coat, and carefully adjusted the folds of the dress.

While changing clothes, Anderson could clearly see the traces of last night's love.

After changing his clothes, Seth stood there hesitantly for a moment, and bowed and left until Anderson waved impatiently.

The ripples on the water calmed down, and the picture gradually disappeared.

The final picture was fixed on his dazed and desperate gray-blue eyes, as if he had lost his last hope of being alive.

Anderson stood by the lake for a long time.

Then he said to the lake: "No, you're wrong for me. What I want to see is my love."

Realizing that he was talking to a lake, he shook his head and smiled awkwardly.

When he came back to his senses, he found a man in a cloak standing on the other side of the lake, looking at him quietly across the lake.

I can't see the face clearly under the moonlight, but I feel very familiar.

Across the wide lake, his eyes followed a person to death.

The person on the other side raised his finger to his heart and made a gesture, as if it hurt there.Then slowly, kneel down on one knee.

Anderson didn't know who it was for a moment, so he waved his hand.

The person on the other side of the lake knelt on one knee in silence, with his right hand resting on his left shoulder.

Until someone behind asked: "Baby, who are you saying hello to?"

Ryan struggled to get out of the withered reeds, rubbing a piece of dead grass on his curly black hair.

"I don't know, a strange person." Anderson shrugged; "I thought he was greeting me, maybe not."

It was already late at night after talking with Bailey about Prince Ansair, and Ann was not in the room. The maid said that he went to the Lake of Love.Ryan rushed to the lake and saw his Ann looking at the man on the other side across the lake.After a moment, the man knelt down slowly, and Anderson waved to him.

Ryan looked towards the lake and slowly narrowed his eyes.

He saw the black carriage hidden in the distance, the coat of arms on the carriage reflected silvery light under the moon.Judging from the position and general shape of the heraldic decoration, it should be the unique gorse emblem of the Royal Knights.

"What are you looking at?" Anderson asked, "Going to the lake to see if any girl will marry you after being so unlucky?"

"No, dear." Ryan laughed. "I never watch this. I just watch you."