Granville's estate

"Farentin, help Mama Moreau carry this pail of water to her."

Louis couldn't believe his ears when he heard Mr. Legrand's order - according to the rules prevailing in Saint-Etienne, unless they are punished for doing something wrong, as students, they don't have to be this kind of maid work with male servants; after all, this school was originally set up for nobles, and those noble gentlemen would not like their sons (even if they are not valued!) to do this kind of demeaning thing!

However, likewise, in the Saint-Etienne boarding school, the power of the teacher is as unquestionable as the majesty of the father. Even if M. Legrand is not the teacher in charge of the philosophy class that Louis is in, Louis cannot understand when he speaks. Otherwise, it is very likely that you will be punished by the superintendent for "contempt for the authority of the teacher".

"Sir," Louis said, God knows how much courage it took for him who always obeyed every teacher: "I would be happy to obey your orders, but I have a notebook for homework, and there is no way to write more." One hand to help Mama Moreau with this."

"It doesn't matter, you can give me the things first." Mr. Legrand said very majesticly, "Just in time, I just want to discuss the homework status of the philosophy class with Mr. Henry, so as to decide whether I need to help you Add some difficulty to the coursework—bring it on.”

Monsieur Henry was the teacher in charge of the philosophy class, so Louis had no way out, he had to hand over the Latin text in his hand to Monsieur Legrand, and then, according to the teacher's instructions, he raised the pretend bucket with water.

"He had to help me lift the bucket of water to the stove, it was too heavy for me to move it by myself."

Mother Moreau said this to Mr. Legrand delicately, and the latter nodded in agreement: "Did you hear that, Farentin? Just do what Mother Moreau said."

"... I see, sir, please wait for me here, and I will come back to you in a moment."

With Mr. Legrand here in the corridor waiting for him to come back to get his homework, maybe Mama Moreau would not dare to do anything to him——Louis thought so, but the facts proved that his thinking was too naive.

He helped Mother Moreau carry the bucket of water to her house, and then he was unwilling to step into that house again, but the maid asked him: "You promised Mr. Legrand that you would bring it to me. went inside."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to keep Mr. Legrand waiting, I'm going back to get my homework."

Louis put down the bucket, turned around and wanted to leave, but it was beyond his expectation—or, who could have expected such a situation? ——Mama Moreau grabbed his hand as soon as she stretched out her hand. This maid, who usually needs to work, was so strong that Louis couldn't break free at all. Pulling and dragging the boy into the small room in the castle that he regarded as a witch, and even locked the door.

"I won't let you escape this time."

The sound of the doorbolt made of rough branches falling has not dissipated in the air, and the maid leaned towards Louis like a snake: "Why are you trembling? Are you afraid? Really, I want to teach you how to do it." Something pleasant!"

"Please, please don't do this."

Louis tried to break free from the maid's hand, but it was very difficult: the maid's strength was very strong, and the wide long skirt and petticoat with ruffles almost completely submerged Louis in it. In the entanglement of cloth; because of the narrow windows, the light in this room is much darker than outside, and under the faint light of the stove, the maids who should be kind and friendly look like those who are used to scare people. The old witch in a children's story.

Louis was trembling all over. Facing such a strange, seemingly never-before-seen Mother Moreau who was driven by desire, he felt as if something in his heart was collapsing: "Mo, Mother Moreau , please, I, I don't want to be here..."

"Ah! It seems that you don't know everything. You are such a bad boy who is duplicity."

The maid intentionally misinterpreted what Louis meant. She greedily stared at the boy's beautiful face, and stretched out her hand to caress the white neck that seemed so fragile that it would break if folded. It was impossible for her to get it anymore. The vitality that belongs only to young people, the enviable youth: "Which girl taught you this before me? Before you pretended to know nothing, it really made me sad, you have to be good Please comfort me!"

That kind of touch full of desire is really disgusting, Louis almost gagged, he struggled desperately, kept backing away, until he would hit the wall if he stepped back again: "Please, Mother Moreau, please don't do this, Monsieur Legrand is still waiting for me..."

"He won't wait for you any longer, my sweet pony, my sweetie."

The maid said briskly and complacently to the boy who was forced into the corner, she looked very sure: "He listens to me very much, he will do whatever I want him to do. Ah, don't worry He, my dear lad, you should have a pleasant memory to-night..."

"boom!"

Just when Mo Luo's mother was about to get what she wanted, the wooden door of the house was suddenly smashed hard from the outside, and the sudden dull sound startled both of them.

Someone else will find out——When Louis heard that voice, there was only one thought in his mind. Excessive panic and shame almost made his whole body go limp. He thought he must be finished: the matter would be announced to everyone, He would be accused of being an adulterer of immoral character, then discredited, expelled from Saint-Etienne by the schoolmaster, and live with a crime that cannot be tolerated by the world.After all, who would believe that he didn't walk in here by himself, but was forcibly brought in by Mama Moreau?

"Who?"

Mo Luo's mother was also a little panicked, but the maid's psychological quality was obviously different from ordinary people. She quickly calmed down and asked outside in a slightly coquettish tone: "Who is knocking on the door? Really, I'm changing clothes!"

"Boom!"

There was another dull bang, this time it sounded like someone had thrown a stone at the door.

After this thud there was a frightening silence for perhaps ten seconds—or half a minute, anyway, that short period of silence seemed longer to Louis than a century—only to hear With a loud bang, the rough branch used as a latch snapped, and the wooden door made of thin wood was kicked open from the outside.

"Hey, I said!"

The door was opened, but what came in was not the crowd that Louis thought was coming to catch the adulterer, but the math class next door, who was always known for his unruly naughtiness, who impressed the teachers of Saint-Etienne from small to large classes. Callister Duvas with a headache—this gentleman made no secret of the crime he had just kicked down the wooden door, as a rebellious lion disdains to pretend to be a harmless lamb; The golden hair shone like gold in the dusk when the night began to fall, and when those rare blue-green eyes looked at the people in the wooden house, people couldn't help but think of those who stood at the top of power and looked down. The arrogant nobles of the common people.

"I don't care what you want to do, but that's no reason to close the door."

He announced it proudly, like a king giving orders to his subjects.

Callister's act of directly kicking down the wooden door and barging in obviously frightened Mo Luo's mother enough, but she soon discovered that there was no one else following the young man, which made her relax immediately. However, as a doctor pointed out, excessive shock will always make people do some unreasonable things-after hearing Callister's words, she actually smiled charmingly stand up.

"So, do you want to join us in our fun?"