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Anderson suddenly changed his mind and said to him: "I'm sorry, my lord. Can you give me back the bronze medal? This is an important relic left to me by my friend, and I cherish it.".

The chain of the double-headed eagle's bronze medal was held between the two fingers of the masked man, dangling in the moonlight.He shook his head regretfully, as if regretting: "No, dear. Your friend in heaven will definitely not be willing to see the keepsake that he carefully kept falls into the hands of royal nobles, Lord Anderson Lancaster .”

The words "Lord Earl" were bitten very hard, with a taste of joking, each word was aftertaste, and then slowly spit out.He put his hands in the buckskin pouch at his waist: "I have to put it away for your heartbroken friend. The dungeon at Briar Hill has not welcomed nobles from the capital Warsaw for many years."

"You know Ryan Black?"

"I was very close to him - when he was alive."

The word "alive" came back to my mouth again.

With a casual tone, a familiar attitude, and the same curly hair, Anderson blurted out: "I didn't even know Ryan had an older brother."

The man approached step by step, looking at the remains left by the whipping on the young man, his eyes followed the naked upper body and fell on the flat abdomen.There was a scar left by an old injury, with dead leaf stalks attached to the pale skin, it looked like it had healed badly at the beginning.It seemed that there was a sharp weapon like a spear, completely piercing through this body from the back—it was a fatal wound.Survival is already a gift from the Lord.

Anderson's hands were raised high above his head and he was hanging, his upper body, which was not covered by clothes, was clearly visible.The salt water welts from the interrogation just now were superimposed on the old wounds, one by one, shocking.

"There are still many things you don't know." Deliberately pressing his fingers on the place where the old and new wounds communicate, he said casually, "God, tell me what happened here?"

"A few years ago, the riots in Oak City. I was a prisoner of the Liberal Party. I was sent out of the city to serve as a human shield for refugees. I was stabbed in the back by soldiers of the Royal Knights. In the middle of that riot, Lane Dead. Since you know Ryan and who I am, I think you should know the origin of this scar." Anderson observed the man in front of him, and said slowly: "You are asking knowingly."

"Oh, I just want to hear you say it again. Because I heard many noble ladies say that this wound was left by the Earl fighting robbers in the Sother Desert." He raised a hand towards the door and did An invitation: "Since the Earl condescends to inquire about the military situation, we have enough time to talk slowly in the dungeon of the Heather Villa."

Silver moonlight shone through the open door of the inn and fell on the beech floor.A black carriage was parked outside the door.Different from Seth's low-key luxury when traveling, this carriage is indeed very simple.Black ceiling, windows tightly closed.The coachman wore simple mountain folk felt clothes, a tall felt hat covering his eyes, and strong muscles were exposed under the fur.

"Get in the car with him." He gave the uniformed man named "Benton" a wink, and the leader who was interrogating just now came over and untied Anderson from the rope.Benton took a strip of cowhide from the mountain people next to him, tied the hands of the injured young man together, and pushed hard: "Get in the car."

"Wait a minute!" The masked man suddenly raised his hand and dragged his voice: "Benton, you must have made a mistake. I asked you to get in the car with him. Abuse of the death penalty will be punished. Dean , see if there are enough pimps, tie up Benton, and take him back to the villa."

When Anderson got into the sealed compartment, the man in the silver mask was walking towards the driver.There was a moment of closeness alone.Anderson said in a low voice, "I'm glad you're alive, Ryan."

The person with his back turned to him was stunned for a while, and then he turned around slowly: "Whose name is the Earl calling?"

Looking back, I was facing a pair of clean and clear gray-blue eyes, reminiscent of the quiet gray-blue sky above Fort Aiye.

Just a few minutes ago, those eyes had been empty, as if they were filled with the erratic mist of the witch's crystal ball of the Forest of Fryland.

"We've been in bed so many times." Anderson said dryly, "Do you think a mask is useful?"

The horsewhip in the hand of the person who had just turned around paused, then turned back silently.

He shook his head: "Ryan is dead. He died when Oak City violated the principles of the Liberal Party to save Denton nobles. His body was left in the last wall of Oak City, covered with traces of people trampling on it. He was rescued The people who have sworn allegiance to the new king, Curtis, the earl——Dean, shut up the mouth of the earl."

Hearing the call, the Liberal boy took off his bonnet and stuffed it into Anderson's mouth.

The gray-blue eyes had just been polished, and then went out again.

The carriage galloped in the night, and the driver rode on the horse instead. The leader wearing a silver mask sat with his legs bent and leaned against the locked door, only one floor away from the people inside. planks.The fire-breathing dragon was still in the cage, next to his left leg.In the long night of silence, he bored playing with the long horsewhip in his hand, poking the little dragon's mouth which was gagged with cloth strips with the head of the whip: "Lizard, spray a fire to keep me warm?"

Xiaolong resisted angrily, and soon heard the sound of its owner kicking the door panel through the car door.

He raised the volume a little: "Dean, take care of the Earl."

"Your master is always cuter when he doesn't talk." He continued to provoke the little thing with a horsewhip: "You said, is it painful to be betrayed by your bed partner, or to be betrayed by your lover? Some people say it depends on you taking the person who betrayed you as your bed partner." , or lover—ah, I forgot that your mouth was also gagged."

Because it was temporarily converted into a prison carriage, the interior of the carriage was not lit, and the doors and windows were locked, so the lighting could only rely on the moonlight coming in through the gaps in the windows.Although the body was not new, the carpenters used old and solid hickory from the northern forest. Even in cold weather, the interior of the car was still dry and comfortable.The Liberal Party advocates simplicity, and the interior of the leader's car is astonishingly simple. There are no such furnishings as tables, and only wooden boards covered with buckskin can be used as chairs—of course Anderson is not qualified to sit on them.Hearing the sound of his pet being bullied outside, he kicked the car door for a while to vent his anger, then leaned against the corner and fell asleep.

The cold, the fatigue of the journey, and the wounds caused by the death penalty took him from the hands of the goddess of sleep and pushed him further into consciousness.

Until the carriage stopped in a valley.

The car door was opened, and the morning light came in, causing the Liberal Benton, who was also tied up in the corner, to squint his eyes and curl up.

The silver mask poked half of the head: "Before someone dies, ask me to show you something."

The handsome young man in the corner of the carriage was asleep, his slightly golden eyelashes casting a small shadow on his face.His forehead was paler than usual, and the scars from his lynching were exposed in the morning light, shocking.

Silver Mask sighed, took off the cloak of his casual travel clothes, wrapped it around the sleeping young man, and was alone with the scenery in front of him.

Passing through the overgrown mountains, the carriage arrived at a valley far to the north.From here, each tree in the Forest of Frutriland stretched straight up and out towards the startlingly blue sky.On the edge of the forest, there is a valley full of purple heather.It is the season of heather blooming, and the wilderness is covered with undulating rich purple, and large areas seem to be dyed with the deepest melancholy in the world.

The carriage followed a straight road and entered a small town hidden in a plateau valley.The town is very prosperous, the houses and buildings are all pure white as in folk songs, and the population is dense.It is like a pure and transparent crystal, surrounded by a whole valley full of dark purple heather.

The author has something to say: rough as always, let me go back and fix the hard writing.

Everyone knows that the taste of the light bulb is rather peculiar, and the taste has become even more peculiar after being decadent for a while, so I first apologize to the adults who saw Xiaoan’s suffering and Shi Qiwen before, and the adults and Xiaoan who may smash the lightbulb later.This guy has recently turned around, returning to the sweet article route of writing chess players, and decided to fill in this pit with a new policy.The filling speed is very slow, very slow, very slow... so adults can grow fat slowly.I'm here to say hello to everyone, saying that this product is still alive TT and Uncle Tongxiao who wrote two long reviews during the shutdown of the perfume shop. If you are here, the light bulb will express its guilt to you.

Also, this article is not V.

Letter to Cecilia (end of the story)