mud buddha

As usual, Thrush's manager put all the received letters in a fixed place.He knew the boss would pick it up at a certain time, because it was empty every time he came the next day.

One of today's letters, which is somewhat unusual, is from the court.But he didn't think much of it, put it on top and left.

If he took it apart and looked at it, he would find that it was a court summons. The manager thought regretfully three days later, if he had opened it at that time, he could have submitted his resignation letter earlier and found another employer to escape.

This lawsuit is well-known throughout the city. On the one hand, it is because Roswell and Leroy are both well-known big shots, not to mention that this lawsuit also involves nobles.On the other hand, because Leroy has never appeared in public, everyone wants to take advantage of this opportunity to see him.

After all, going to court is a troublesome matter, and ordinary people don't have the energy and financial resources to bother, so most people choose to do it privately.The court was very careful under pressure from the Guy family, although this pressure was not Benoit's original intention.

The day before the trial, Benoit sat at the table, tapping his fingers on the wooden table inadvertently.An unknown gloom delicately adorned his face like thin clouds and the moon.Nibel came over from behind, put his arms around him, and kissed the back of his neck lightly:

"what happened?"

"My parents haven't heard from me for several weeks. They usually send letters every week, but recently..." He sighed, turned around and put his arms around Nibel's waist: "Maybe I was thinking too much, there After all, if you are behind, it may just be that you have no conditions to send a letter."

After hearing this, Nibel patted Benoit on the back: "It will be fine, it will be fine for sure."

He didn't know how to comfort Benoit, and he was troubled by the lack of words at this time, and the feeling of powerlessness was like the astringent taste of bitter almonds permeating the root of his tongue.

Benoit leaned against Nibel quietly, closed his eyes, and felt Nibel's body temperature through the thin cloth.He felt how disgusting the layer of fabric was, separating him from Nibel like a wall, so he lifted Nibel's coat up impatiently.Nibel held up the hem of his clothes with his hands, allowing Benoit to close his eyes and press his side face against his upper abdomen.

Warm currents rushed up and down in Benoit's body, and he felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring, his whole body was hot and warm.

"It will be fine." Nibel rubbed Benoit's head.

Although Bastian is rich, but his status as an illegitimate child has never been recognized by the nobles, and he doesn't show up often, so he is a blank slate in terms of interpersonal relationships. Therefore, although he gave a lot of money to the court, he only It's just a bamboo basket to fetch water in vain.In court, Bastian stood across from Niebel with disheveled hair and dark eyes.

At first Niebel was worried that Bastian would go crazy in court, but no, he just kept silent and listened to his lawyer's feeble defense.

In fact, both of them knew the final result of the trial.

The note provided by Mill played a pivotal role.When Nibel took the paper, he was also a little shocked. In addition to lamenting that the rabbit bit people when it was in a hurry, he also lamented that the two dogs bit the dog, and neither of them was a good person.

Back then, Bastian must have wanted to frame Mir and let Mir take the blame alone.Mill was afraid that he would not be able to bear the consequences, so he made preparations early.

One of the notes read: "I will send you the money, but note, not for alcohol, but for fuel." Another read: "She has fallen ill, and soon I will be in power. "

There is no signature at the end, but the handwriting on the note is exactly the same as Basile's handwriting on the paperwork before.

Mir touched his head and smiled: "I made a mistake when I mentioned it to him in the letter. I thought I was going to buy two barrels of alcohol."

Nibel took the note, looked at Mir with a half-smile, and poured him another glass of water without saying a word.

As a result of the final trial, Bastian was punished for several crimes, including arson, intentionally hurting Mrs. Robinson, and abducting women with Mill.The judge's hammer fell very quickly, and he couldn't wait to wait until Benoit applauded slightly before he heaved a sigh of relief.

Mill, of course, will have short-term prison experience.

After leaving the court, Benoit was still a little dazed: "It's incredible that this matter went smoothly."

Nibel smiled: "It's because of you that it went so smoothly, otherwise Mill himself would have brought evidence to court. Leroy lived a poor life before, looked down on nobles, and we don't know how he inherited the thrush, but His behavior after inheriting is no different from that of a nouveau riche. He may be considered powerful against ordinary people, but he has no chance of winning against a decent noble like you. He burned your house at the time because he did not have a deep understanding of the power of nobles How can you live in your own world?"

"Mrs. Robinson was really killed by him?"

"I guessed, I don't know, I didn't expect him to recruit." Nibel sighed.

"He's acting so calmly that I kind of wonder if there's something else going on in him. He doesn't look like that—I mean, too peacefully."

Nibel blinked: "Maybe, but that's all for later. Do you still want him to struggle to the death?"

"In the novel, the protagonist has to go through some risks if he wants to defeat any villain." Benoit frowned: "I always feel uneasy."

"He's not a big villain." Nibel hugged Benoit's shoulders: "It's not a good habit to be pessimistic. You seem to have something on your mind recently. Now is not the time to talk about this. I think what is needed most now is Have a big meal."

He folded the cuffs of his shirt up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms like lotus roots.Benoit followed without saying anything.

Otherwise, we should cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, right?He stared at Nibel's protruding wrist and thought.The two were sitting in the French restaurant by the window, and Nibel even ordered a bottle of wine.

If he wants to cut grass and root out, Benoit's own strength is not enough, he must rely on the strength of his parents.So he propped his head up and looked out the window, remembering that his parents hadn't sent him a letter for a long time.

"Speaking of which, do you want to get the results of the physical examination in a few days?" Nibel asked him while waiting for the meal.

Benoit seemed to be taken aback, like a frightened fawn, his eyes widened.His face was pale, and the sun shone through the window on his face, showing an unhealthy transparency, like a piece of wax paper. "It should be, don't worry, it's the same when we go to get it in a few days."

"What's wrong?" Nibel put his hand on the table, inexplicably cautious: "You didn't go to get the medical report secretly, did you?"

"How is it possible!" Benoit smiled reluctantly: "The result hasn't come out yet, where can I get it?"

"Then why do you look so bad?"

"No, I'm just a little worried about my parents..."

"I've asked someone to inquire about it. There hasn't been anything wrong at sea recently. Your parents will be fine."

The waiter brought the appetizers, and the plates landed on the table with a light click.Benoit picked up the knife and fork subconsciously, but accidentally swept the goblet in front of him to the ground.The crisp shattering sound echoed in the quiet restaurant, and he almost stood up from his seat, looking down at the shards on the ground.

"Are you all right, sir?" The waiter gestured in the air: "We will ask you to pack up."

"Sorry." Benoit blinked and replied.

"It's ok."

Benoit turned his eyes back to the table, and met Nibel's eyes.

"What's the matter with you? You have something to tell me."

"Why are you so mean to me?" asked Benoit.

Nibel was stunned for a moment: "Where is the evil?"

Benoit looked down at the plate: "Maybe I'm too sensitive."

After hearing this, Nibel narrowed his eyes and looked at Benoit carefully, and remained silent for a while.He watched Benoit chewing with his head down, and stood up: "Let's go directly to the hospital."

"What are you doing?" Benoit looked up, his eyes a little panicked.

"You must have been to the hospital secretly. You have been a little depressed these days. I thought it was because I was busy with the lawsuit and neglected you. Now it seems that my thinking is too simple. I believe that neither you nor I There will be something, even if there is, it is good to find out and treat it in time. Let's go."

Benoit leaned on the back of the chair, pursed his lips and remained motionless, Nibel grabbed his wrist, paid the bill and left directly.

"I ordered so much and only served appetizers!" Benoit turned to look at the waiter.

"Take it as if I don't see that you're not in the mood to eat?" Nibel felt Benoit's thin wrist in his hand, as if he was holding a bamboo that was a bit cold.

He stopped a carriage in the square and went straight to the hospital. Benoit was picking his fingers along the way, his eyes erratic.Nibel didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

"Here we are, sir," said the groom.

There was a smell of carbolic acid and chlorine water in the hospital, not too strong, but lightly entangled people's noses.At this time, there was no one in the hall, and Nibel and the others quickly came to the place where the report card was collected.

When Benoit saw the doctor, he stood behind Niebel, with his head bowed and his hair twitching.

"Both of you are in good health, but Mr. Guy's best to pay attention to maintenance. Mr. Roswell, you too, you should be careful not to overuse your eyes." The doctor put the pen in his pocket and handed the report to Nibel.

"So he's in good health?" Nibel asked.

"Of course—it's just a little weak, but most nobles are like this, just a little weaker than ordinary people, and it doesn't have any effect."

Nibel smiled back and looked at Benoit.Benoit asked in a low voice: "Doctor, I don't need you to comfort me, I know, I heard that day—"

"Hear what?"

"You say I'm a pity, young, and so on."

"When did this happen?"

"That's it..." Benoit glanced at Nibel secretly: "It was yesterday, when I came, the red-haired young man you said came to check two days ago...something..."

The doctor laughed loudly: "Master Guy, you have misunderstood! At that time, it was only the nurse who lamented that you were so handsome, but she had already married and had children, otherwise she would have married you—" He blinked and didn't continue talking.

Benoit blushed, turned around and left, not forgetting to thank the doctor before leaving.Nibel suppressed a smile and followed behind him.

"Can I eat now?"

That night, because Benoit ate too much, he didn't fall asleep most of the night. He shook Nibel awake and worked with him for a long time before he fell asleep contentedly.Of course, it was Nibel who wiped his body.