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"Stop," Anderson said.

The man stirring the cauldron didn't raise his eyebrows, as if he didn't hear it.

Anderson began to count the speed of the car and considered jumping out of the window.

Seth hit the nail on the head: "You've got a fever—you'll break your bones jumping out the window now."

In five years, Seth has hardly changed.The same facial features have firm lines, deep eyes, straight and high bridge of nose.Except for the gorse badge of the Royal Knights on his chest, he is almost exactly the same as the person he remembered in his youth.Anderson thought over and over again what kind of expression Seth would use to face him if they met again.

After all, he had fooled himself so easily for so many years, would he laugh at him?Or despise?Or ignore?Handing him over to Curtis directly, or throwing him into the dungeon as the last little bastard of the Lancastrian branch in Castle Ayer, he considered all of these.

Anderson thought he could live with either situation.

But he didn't expect to have such an indifferent attitude, as if he was a stranger meeting for the first time.

When Seth filled the silver bowl with the long-handled spoon, he was gentle and didn't spill a drop of the medicine.

It wasn't that Anderson didn't want to drink the medicine, but that he was afraid of what might be added to it—for example, Veritaserum.Seth had taught him back then that if something colorless and odorless were really added to the dark brown potion, it would be difficult for an expert to tell the difference.

At that time, not only him, but even Ryan will have to follow into the dungeon.

Seth's outstretched hand hovered awkwardly in midair for a moment.He raised his eyebrows: "You have a bad fever, do you really not drink?"

"Don't dare to drink, I don't know what's in it."

"But I need you to drink. It's bitter bark that's exciting, and I need you to cheer me up and answer my—" Seth doesn't like bullshit.He pushed the burning man against the back wall of the carriage, holding the medicine bowl in his right hand, pressing his left elbow on Anderson's chest, and reaching out to grab his chin.Anderson was very dizzy, and felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and the medicine flowed down the silver bowl into his throat, choking him so much that he arched his back and coughed, and his chest was wet and brown.

Seth took two more gulps and put the silver bowl on the shelf beside it.

"who are you?"

Anderson grabbed the carriage window and tried to stand still: "Who the hell do you think I am?!"

After being with Ryan for so long, the only thing I can learn is to use swearing words.

Seth frowned.

He is tall, standing in front of people has a natural sense of oppression.Anderson remembered that Seth had taught him before, to look at the eyes of the enemy, not to miss the slightest weakness that flashed in the opponent's eyes.But there was nothing but indifference in Seth's dark eyes.Anderson knew he wasn't happy.The angrier Seth became, the calmer his tone became, reminiscent of the frozen surface of Mirror Lake outside the hot spring palace in winter.

Anderson could almost feel Seth's short black hair brushing his cheek as he leaned over to whisper.Seth's voice was soft and low: "I want to know, who gave you this body?"

"The dead cannot be brought back to life. What I'm interested in is, who came up with such a genius idea and sent a person exactly like Anderson Lancaster to my side?"

His fingers slid across Anderson's face, his index finger started to slide down from the bridge of the nose, and stayed on his lips for a moment, and raised the sharp chin approvingly: "Maybe the face shape is like that. With blue peacock feathers and agave drops Eyes, it is said that it can turn the pupils blue... Is the bridge of the nose real, or did the witch of Fryland put a bone in it? I have to praise him - what a wonderful imitation, even the sword on the knee I didn’t forget to make up the marks.”

The dry bark soup lifted Anderson's spirits a little, and he finally narrowed his eyes and looked directly at Seth.

"How does it feel to see this face of my betrayal back then?" Anderson made a sudden realization expression: "Oh, I forgot, the emotion of guilt is too noble for the Marquis Elberd .so sorry……"

"Guilty?"

Seth chuckled.He picked up the medicine again, touched the edge of the silver bowl playfully with his slender fingers, and smiled in a low voice: "I admit that I feel sorry for Master Anderson, and I have been sad for a long time. However, any kind of sadness will not be suppressed." Time heals? The change of the throne will inevitably require sacrifices, and the threat posed by the royal blood of Fort Aiye to His Majesty must be eliminated—this is the will of the previous King Andre."

"If you think that's going to hit me in the ass, then you're wrong."

"Even if Anderson appeared in front of me again, I would still make the same choice as I did back then."

The taste of the potion being forcibly poured down the throat is uncomfortable.

But the uncontrollable thinking is getting clearer and clearer.

Seth thought it was a ruse against his weakness.

Anderson thought he saw a way out.

If he was Anderson Lancaster, Seth would give him to Curtis.Of course Curtis would not tolerate him continuing to live.

If he was a spy sent by the Liberal Party, Seth would not necessarily die.

Anderson forced a grin: "Make a deal. You let me go, and I'll tell you who sent me."

Anderson regretted being thrown into Fort Aiye.

Castles and towers familiar from boyhood.Dark green ivy twines itself around the gray tower and climbs to the top.All the places that had been burned by the fire were planted with ivy to cover them, and when the sea wind blew the vines violently, the dark stones below could be seen.

Seagulls chirped hoarsely from the top of the tower.

Seth got out of the carriage first, and gestured for him to get down.Anderson scolded him heartlessly—bitter bark is a stimulant, not an antipyretic.

Anderson looked up at the spire of the tower, and then at the slightly protruding arched windows of the main building, suddenly feeling a little dazed.Before he had time to distinguish whether he was in a trance due to nostalgia or delirious due to fever, he fell headfirst from the carriage.

Seth stood watching the man force himself off the carriage.He knew that although the bitter bark can stimulate people's spirits, the body of the person who takes it at the same time will be extremely weak.He never avenged himself privately, but watching the Liberal suffer seemed to produce a wonderful comfort.On the way all the way from Walton, he met a prostitute with a dagger hidden in his chest in the hotel on the first day, and he was pestered by a little boy who sold poisoned grapes in the tavern the next day.Seth wanted to see what other tricks the Liberals could play, and when he was about to go to Fort Aiye, he unexpectedly met a man who was exactly like the dead Anderson.

Seth admits the Liberals have found his weakest spot.

The laws of Denton stipulated that a commoner who planned to harm a noble was punished with death.But he couldn't kill him like he could with a prostitute.

Seeing that handsome face again, his first reaction was ecstasy.

The hole in my heart that had been empty for five years seemed to be plugged at that moment.

He put down the folding bed of the carriage, carried the wet man up, changed into his dry clothes, and wrapped himself in the thick quilt.Then he stood by the bed and stared at the sleeping person until he forced himself to wake up.

The dead cannot be brought back to life.

If this is Anderson, then who was that young man who bandaged the wound with his own hands and carried him into the coffin?

He saw the coffin swallowed by the earth, heard the priest say the prayers, and saw the tombstone erected on the small plot of land.

Almighty God Father, look upon Anderson Lancaster and receive him in eternal light.He believed in your Son's death and resurrection; may he share the glory with your Son when he is resurrected in the future.Amen.

He couldn't tolerate someone approaching him with makeup as Anderson.

It seems that the most secret place has been peeped by the enemy.

He forced him to drink bitter bark decoction when he was weak, and brought him back to Aiye Castle to deal with him according to law.

But Seth, in the most secret place of your heart, do you also long for the day when you can make Anderson Lancaster miserable?

During the long time you were together, the pain will always belong to you only.

Those secret pains that burden you with guilt.

Do you also want to share it with your master and fall into the abyss together?

"Even the fruit of evil is sweet."

The butler standing aside asked cautiously, "Marquis, what are you talking about?"

Seth shook his head, picked up the fallen man, and walked deep into the castle.He took off his cloak to block the slightly cold evening wind in late autumn for the hot person in his arms.