Chetlow Manor

Two boring days.

Morn looked out at the arched wood-framed window, looking down onto the street.There are many poor and semi-poor people living here, but the gentry class is more inclined to classify them directly as uneducated inferiors.

Oh, but so what?

They still live their own lives and have their own families.Moen never imagined that he would have so much leisure (although the word "leisure" is debatable) to observe their lives.

Saw them pushing their rusty carts down the street selling that little produce.The poor boy took out the mouse he had just caught in the iron cage from the sewer, and walked towards the casino.Girls wrapped in headscarves are selling flowers in baskets along the street, and the colors of the sun are reflected in the dewdrops.

For a young master who grew up in the Viscount's Castle, all of this was very novel. Even though he knew that it was not appropriate to walk around the town casually, he still couldn't hide his desire.

Fortunately, Lai Jia also has the same desire for this. From this perspective, the two brothers are really two very similar Mr. Canaries, except that one is in a noble and elegant golden cage, and the other is In a small, poor-quality iron cage, it doesn't make much difference, at least from this perspective.

For the above reasons, the brothers made a pretty bad decision (perhaps the same result would have happened if they hadn't).

They decide to go out.

Please don't get me wrong, they can be said to be quite careful when they go out. If you are lucky enough to walk on the streets of this small town today, you will see two men wearing long cloaks like monks. It is not a novelty on the fringes of the slums here - after all, besides the poor, there are also some fugitive criminals here. Of course, such people don't want to be seen with the same face as the one on the reward order .

The women and children walked past the brothers, and the strong man at most glanced at them, but no one wanted to be nosy, and the Ransom brothers didn't care, as long as it wasn't Hudon's cavalry, it would be fine.

Unexpectedly but within expectations, they saw portraits of the two on the notice wall in the street. It was a black-and-white sketch in charcoal, a little distorted, but if they really used the portraits to compare with the two people, they could still be right. .

"Damn it, who is his distant cousin." Moen muttered.The notice was actually fabricated by Hughden, telling the story of a poor country cousin who came to join His Royal Highness the Duke, and then lost his way accidentally.

Lai Jia felt quite disdainful that his real brother was written as a entourage following the Duke's little cousin, "Hey, this is really wrong."

Some people passed by and gathered in front of the notice. Moen touched his nose nervously and said in a low voice, "What should we do? Otherwise, we'd better go back."

Lai Jia sneered twice: "No, we should be thankful that there is a notice posted, otherwise the escape is so smooth that I almost suspect that this is a trap."

"Don't worry, this portrait is not realistic, and we covered it very tightly."

Mo En thought for a while, felt that it made sense, and relaxed a little: "Ha, then offering a reward of [-] gold coins is really generous."

The two wandered around in the street outside, but Moen's ankle really didn't allow him to walk too much.

It was extremely irrational to come out and wander around. They didn't plan to stay for too long, just to satisfy Canary's curiosity.

It was already evening when he returned to the tavern, Moen was in a very good mood, he thought, everything was going according to the plan, and he would be able to return to Viscount Lanson's castle soon, and forget the nightmare of this period back.

Perhaps, he thought, his parents would be surprised...or terrified by Raja's sudden appearance.

Whatever it is!Anyway, he can still be that dandy and hopeless aristocratic young master, and soon marry a lovely girl to live the rest of his long life.

What should she look like?She should have beautiful eyes as bright as the July sun; she should have beautiful golden hair as bright as the morning dew; she should have white skin as proud as snowflakes on the top of the mountain.

damn it!I don't know why, such a beautiful fantasy only made Hughden's handsome and hateful face appear in his mind!

Moen shook his head viciously, and then thought, if Hughden was a woman, he would definitely trade the bullying back... Oh no, he didn't want to have any more physical contact with Hughden.

The working hours of farming or weaving have passed, and the surrounding area of ​​the tavern is gradually becoming lively, but Moen is really not interested in the smell of cheap perfume and wine in the room, and now he just wants to go back to the room quickly and have an early rest.

However, something undesired, like some kind of curse, still happened.

"Hey, boys."

A tough man in a rough jacket blocked their way, followed by a few dirty hooligans.

Morn subconsciously took a step forward and stood in front of Lai Jia.

"I don't think we know each other, gentlemen."

"Haha, it's okay, little gentleman, let's get to know each other now." The leading man looked fierce, almost writing the word "bad guy" on his face. There was a distorted scar on his side face, extra Ugly, "People here call me Viper, you can call me that too."

Mo En looked at him vigilantly, but didn't speak.

But Lai Jia behind him said, "What do you want? Money?"

"Hmm...you are sensible. You two are rich and noble gentlemen. I believe you will not be stingy in lending some gold coins to poor people like us." He smiled ferociously. Snake, twisting, "Lowly commoners like us have nothing but a few pairs of relatively hard fists."

Moen felt his palms drenched in cold sweat. It would be great if they really had money, but the problem is that they don't have a single silver coin in their purses—you don't expect a guy who is fleeing in a hurry to want to bring a full family, right?

"Hey, hey, don't rush to scare us." Moen spread his hands and gestured to them, "Gentlemen, maybe it's hard to convince you when I say it, but we really don't have money, even if you search our website Clothes, not a penny."

"Oh, look, your rhetoric is so old-fashioned. There are always some stubborn misers who tell us these things, and the vocabulary is the same." Scarface grinned, and his black and yellow teeth looked impressive. Nausea.

The hooligans behind him also followed suit, and one of them shouted imitating a woman, pinching his throat, "Oh gentlemen! Let me go, I really have no money."

Another deliberately used a rough voice to continue: "Little girl, then you can use your body in exchange, twist your buttocks, and take off your clothes!"

A burst of laughter.

Scarface also seemed excited about this vulgar farce, he smacked his lips twice, and said, "Yes, yes...that's a brilliant idea! You bastards, take a closer look at this cute Gentleman, his face is ten times better than those yellow-faced ladies, what a young body!"

Lai Jia's clenched fist burst out with blue veins, and he growled and warned: "If you dare to touch my brother, I will exchange my life with you."

Morn's face turned pale.

Sure enough, the group of hooligans showed no signs of stopping, and even laughed harder.

"God, take a look, it's really brotherly love!" Scarface grinned and walked closer to Mo En, and reached out his hand rudely to pinch his cheek, "God, the skin is thin like a woman. Hey, I said, do you want to fuck your younger brother too?" He originally said these words just to intimidate the two misers, but now... he suddenly had a whim and changed his mind.I heard that the gentlemen of their upper class are popular to keep a group of male pets who look like women. Although he is not interested in men, if he gives it a try...

When Scarface was still immersed in his own thoughts, a fist had been impartially greeted his nose. After the pain, he reached out and wiped it, wiping a puddle of blood.He looked at Lai Jia incredulously, but he didn't expect this man to be quite courageous.

"You son of a bitch! Let's see, I'll beat you up first, and then I'll let you see how your brother is played with by us!" The hooligans behind rushed up and beat Lai Jia.

Leaving aside the fact that Lai Jia stayed in the basement for so long, his body couldn't adapt to strenuous exercise at all, and even normal people couldn't beat four punches with both hands at this moment.He was kicked to the ground in no time. The hooligans played very viciously, and every move and greeting almost covered him with blood.

Morn rushed forward to help, but unexpectedly Scarface grabbed his wrist and blew his stinky breath directly in front of him, making him almost spit it out.

"Hmph, it's just the two of you...if you want to blame, blame you for being a miser!"

Moen was in pain from being pinched by him, and saw that Lai Jia's face was covered with blood, fearing that someone would die, he shouted: "Please, please, I have a way for you to get money!"

"Ok?"

"Listen, you tell them to stop first, I have a way, I have a way to get you three thousand gold coins."

"What did you say?"

"Really, three thousand gold coins, not silver coins."

Scarface's eyes stared like a dead fish, and he waved his hands to make the hooligans stop their movements first.

Moen took a deep breath, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks as he closed his eyes. I don't know if it was because of physical pain or...

"Listen, we are the ones that His Highness the Duke put on the notice. If you are willing to send us safely to Chetlow Castle, I think His Royal Highness the Duke will definitely give you three thousand gold coins."

Scarface hesitated, three thousand gold coins is of course enough temptation: "But you don't look like the people in the portrait..."

Just when Moen was about to explain something, he heard the sound of a horse's hooves stamping on the ground from a distance.

A group of cavalry on tall horses stopped in front of them, and a small-scale exclamation erupted from the indifferent crowd around them.

Moen, the leading cavalryman, had seen him in Chetlow Castle, so he must have been one of the Duke's personal guards.

But now Morn didn't know whether to be happy or sad. It seemed that no matter how he developed, what awaited him was a desperate result.

Wearing Cheng Liang's metal armor, Mr. Knight held up the portrait in his hand to compare with Moen, and said, "Lord Lanson, come back with us."

Before Morn could react, a knight had already controlled his hands.

When they brought him onto the horse, the knights did not forget to bring Laika who was covered in blood.

"Wait!" Scarface suddenly shouted, "We found this kid, and the three thousand gold coins on the notice should belong to us! I want to go with you to see His Royal Highness the Duke!"

The knight commander gave the man a condescending look, then nodded, motioning for them to follow.

……

Back in Chetlow Castle again, Moen had completely given up thinking, he had failed, no, maybe this was a game played by Hughden, and he was just a moth who was overwhelmed, with a stupid head Caught in a spider's web.

Mr. Duke still maintains the calmness of a real aristocrat, tidying up the complicated pleated sleeves, sitting on the luxurious velvet sofa, shaking the goblet of red wine in his hand, and smiling at Moen who is suppressed by the knight: "You're back, little one."

Morn turned his head away from him.

"Look, the outside world is always so dangerous, it's safer for you to stay in this castle." He looked at the scratches on Mo En's face when he was arguing with others, and narrowed his eyes, "Hmm ...Look, you hurt your own body."

Moen bit Huden's finger hard with his movable mouth.

The slender finger soon saw blood, Hughden smiled instead of anger, and slowly wiped his own blood on Morn's lips.

Before Moen could react, Huden had already pinched his chin, and an aggressive kiss fell, with blood and the anger that Huden was holding back.

"Little guy, how should I punish you..."

The cavalry had tactfully left. Moen was pressed on the carpet by Hughden. The hemp ropes on his hands were not untied. He tried to raise his legs and kicked Huden, but Huden grabbed his ankle and gave him a strong blow. Pulling, accompanied by Moen's exclamation, Hughden has squeezed between his legs.

Hughden shrugged twice, and said with an evil smile: "Little guy, did I say that if you are good, you will have everything, if you are not good...don't blame me."