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Never before has a carriage like this been seen in Knopplington.

The groom dragged his legs to the side of the carriage and knocked on the wooden door somewhat rudely. The carriage made a dull thud, like a silent coffin, and there was no sound from inside.

"Mr. Hawley? Mr. Hawley?" the groom asked tentatively. "Are you all right?"

After a while, a voice came from inside as if responding: "No."

Joseph thought that this would really make people feel bad, but the gentleman's answer seemed extremely weak, as if he would die in the next second.

"Hey, poor Mr. Hawley," the groom murmured, and the next second he turned to Joseph, looked him up, and asked, "I wonder if you could do us a favor, sir?"

Joseph wanted to say no, but in the next second, the groom stuffed ten pennies into his hand and looked at him slyly: "Do us a favor, sir!"

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The rain was still falling, and it was getting bigger and bigger. This was simply trying to make trouble for these people.Joseph rolled up his wet sleeves and opened the stuck carriage door. A cold elderberry-like aroma entered the farmer's nose from the carriage. This smell made him tremble all over, as if there were ants Bite him on the waist.

"For God's sake, quickly pull Mr. Hawley out of this damn carriage!" Seeing Joseph hesitate, the coachman couldn't help urging.

For the sake of the tenpence, Joseph stretched his arm into the coffin-like black carriage, and soon he touched something soft and cold, and Joseph swallowed, the feeling was infinitely close to that of a dead body.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" the lame coachman kept urging.Joseph gritted his teeth and grabbed the soft thing.

It was a man dressed in black. Judging from his weak limbs at the mercy of others, Joseph couldn't be sure if he was dead. He hugged the man from his armpit and dragged him out of the carriage with difficulty, but The man's long legs made the process extremely long and difficult, and Joseph even suspected that what was in his arms was not a person, but a snake.

His neck touched the man's cold skin, the scent of elderberry mixed with a trace of sweat was like a witch's drug, Joseph frowned and turned his head away.

The coachman tested Mr. Hawley's breath, and accidentally announced the good news that he was not dead. He brought the remaining black horse over and said to Joseph: "Please send Mr. Hawley to the Earl's castle. One of the heirs, the Earl's servants will take care of him, and if Mr. Hawley is still conscious, I'm sure he will reward you!"

"He's the heir?!" Joseph weighed the dying man in his arms in disbelief. He wasn't sure if this gentleman still had the strength to participate in the ridiculous succession fight. In his opinion, this gentleman It is more practical to live in a glass house surrounded by doctors and servants.

"Don't ask so many questions, Mr. Hawley's life is in your hands!" Seeing Joseph's slow movement, the coachman cursed and took out a few pennies from his pocket, "All right, sir!"

When he wakes up, poor Mr. Hawley will never believe that his fate has been reversed by these sixteen pennies.

With his life at stake, Joseph immediately turned over and rode on the black horse. He pulled Mr. Hawley onto it with difficulty and locked him between his arms.He kicked the horse under his crotch hard, and the black horse neighed in pain, and started galloping in the rain like a shadow.

The man in his arms was like a dead crow, soft and boneless, and Joseph had to hold him hard with one arm. He estimated that he was about as tall as himself or a little taller. Work in an office with an elegant environment and a clean female secretary, or just go to the dance occasionally like Master Carlos in the past, surrounded by groups of servants, you don’t need to do anything, you just need to be fed by others Just open his mouth when he snacks.

The cold rain kept hitting the farmer's face. He was frozen stiff, and the temperature of the person in his arms was getting lower and lower. He took his cloak in his mouth to cover the other's head with black curly hair , I hope he will not die when he is with him.

Soon he arrived in front of the mottled gray castle. He quickly jumped off the horse, dragged the doll-like Mr. Hawley, and slammed the door of the earl's house with his other hand clenched into a fist.

When the earl was alive, no one dared to be so rude, but after the earl died, there were not so many people in this castle who talked about these rules, except...

The door was opened, and a thin, skeleton-like old man appeared in front of Joseph holding a candlestick. The thin white hair on his head made him look even weirder, not to mention the thin and scary dark lips.This is Brownler, the earl's butler. It is said that he was tortured by his harsh master during his lifetime, but what is ridiculous is that he witnessed the death of his master.

"What's the matter?" The light-colored eyes of the old housekeeper inspected the reckless intruder.

A chill rose up Joseph's spine. He wiped his rain-stained face and said, "This gentleman's carriage broke down. I brought him here. His name is Hawley, and he is the heir to the earl."

"Mr. Hawley..." The old butler's eyes rolled in a mechanical way, reminiscent of a puppet without a soul, "Is that Ferdinand/Ralph/Mr. Hawley?"

"I don't know his full name," Joseph felt the numbness of his arm, "but he's dying, won't you let him in?"

"Of course, if he is really Mr. Hawley..." the old butler nodded, "but the heirs should come the day after tomorrow!"

Fed up with the old man's lingering, Joseph felt that Mr. Hawley would die if he didn't go in again. He didn't want to hold a dead person in his arms, so the young farmer raised his foot and rushed went in.

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His tone of voice reminded Joseph of the dead Earl Raven. He remembered that when he was very young, when he first saw the earl patrolling the territory, he began to hate the earl's contemptuous eyes.At that time, he was dazed by the count's expensive shiny carriage and saber, and the count's servant slapped him across the face, telling him not to block the count's way.

But now, he not only wants to walk the road that the count once walked, he also has to walk here and there.Coming to the sofa in the corner of the hall, after only a second of hesitation, Joseph rushed over, preparing to put the wet Mr. Hawley on the expensive silk sofa. The sound of the old butler gasping came from behind, but this made the farmer feel A kind of mischievous pleasure/feeling.

"You rough servant!" Mr. Brownler snapped, "You know you can't afford even a single cushion on that sofa in your life!" Then the old butler smashed the cabinet next to him with his hand, "Hurry up and get rid of this rough People and that liar get rid of me! Do they think they can do whatever they want when the count is dead?!"

Though the count was gone, their dogs were still alive.Just when Joseph felt that a severe beating was inevitable, he suddenly felt that the hem of his clothes was caught by something, and when he lowered his head, he met a pair of emerald eyes.

What kind of eyes are those!Joseph had never seen such eyes before, like a misty pine forest, cold and mysterious, but like clear water in summer, full of passion.Even if I searched my guts, I couldn't use accurate words to describe the astonishment of these green eyes, let alone a young farmer like Joseph?

Like a poem, thought the young farmer.

The owner of the eyes recovered his usual calmness after a brief absence. He saw some tall guards forming a fan around him with swords drawn, and the thin old man looked at him with disgust and doubt. He probably knew what was going on now. situation.

The black-haired and blue-eyed man coughed, and took out a crumpled envelope from his pocket. Although it was stained with rain, the coat of arms of Earl Raven could still be seen prominently on the envelope.

Mr. Brownler's inorganic eyes flickered for a moment. This coat of arms was a curse to him, making him instantly docile like a cursed monster in mythology.

"You are..." When he said this, he had already started to bend his back and try to be as parallel as possible to the gentleman in front of him.

"Ferdinand/Ralph/Hawley," said the dark-haired gentleman drily, "I think you've heard that I'm coming."

"Yes, yes, sir, of course!" Mr. Brownler nodded. Because of his previous impoliteness, he didn't dare to take the envelope and check it carefully. After all, these envelopes were sent by himself, "I just really It's so rude, I didn't know you would come so long in advance, of course, we all welcome your presence very much."

When Joseph was surprised by the sudden change in the butler's attitude, he also felt something cold climb up his arm. He lowered his head, and Mr. Hawley patted his arm lightly and gave him a forced smile: "I guess you helped me, sir, thanks."

The icy-cold body temperature and the simple thank you made Joseph feel warm from the bottom of his heart. Looking at his purple face and almost blue lips, he realized that he was actually a handsome gentleman. .

"Mr. Hawley, we have prepared a room for you," the housekeeper approached courteously, "I hope you don't mind our negligence just now."

Mr. Hawley nodded, even though he was drenched, his hair clinging to his head, his skin