The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

That night, the Earl of Arundel was a guest at the nearby Maple Leaf Grange, and there were only Mrs. Stone and Master Allen, mother and son at the table.

At the end of the dinner, the dessert presented was exactly the "dew" that Master Allen loved.

It's just that it's no longer Grace who serves him, but an unfamiliar maid.

Allen waved his hand and refused, and asked Mrs. Brown: "Where is this maid? Where is Grace?"

Mrs. Brown smiled awkwardly, and answered the question: "This is Lina, a new maid, not an inferior maid, and she is qualified to serve the young master."

Master Allen instantly understood the meaning of her words, and suddenly a surge of anger arose, and he glared viciously at Grace, who was standing in the corner and staring down at her toes.

He raised his chin at Grace: "I'm used to Grace serving me dessert."

Mrs. Brown was perplexed.

Mrs. Stone, who always doted on her youngest son, said: "It's all superstition. Just follow Alan's preferences."

No one mentions the word "virgin" on a decent table.

Grace washed her hands in the basin, held the trembling "dew" with two fingers, and put the other hand under it, with a small puddle of sweet milk already in the palm.

He brought the milky white dessert to Master Allen's lips. If someone looked at his expression seriously at this time, they could see the fear in his eyes.

Master Allen gracefully raised his hand in front of him, blocking everyone's sight.

The small "dew" was sent into the young master's mouth, Grace's body trembled indistinctly, she quickly retracted her hand, and curled the tip of her index finger into her palm.

He put his hand behind his back and gently rubbed the tip of his index finger with his thumb. It was stinging and sticky. This time he was bitten especially hard, probably bleeding.

Master Allen stopped chewing, and tilted his head towards Grace.

Grace always lowered her eyes, looking like a maid should abide by her duties.He squatted down next to Master Allen, licking the milk in his palm under the cover of the tablecloth.

A note avoided everyone's eyes and handed it to him. Grace licked it and quickly snatched the note from Master Allen.

This is a note torn from a letter paper, in the handwriting of Master William, only two and a half sentences:

"...The conflict between His Majesty and the nobles is getting worse, and the southern border is not stable, which makes me really worried. But you don't have to worry, let alone tell your mother what I just said. You just need to tell her that I am in the army... ..."

Young Master Allen, who was sitting above his head, said, "I'm going to study tonight, do you have any extra desserts for supper?"

The butler immediately said, "Yes, Master Allen."

Allen said with satisfaction: "Let Grace take it upstairs after dinner."

Grace pressed the note to her chest with wet eyes, and drew a pious cross on her chest with her other hand, praying that Master William is doing well in the army.

After tidying up the dining room, Mrs. Brown handed a tray to Grace with a straight face, and ordered him to bring Master Allen upstairs.

If it weren't for the worry that the tea in the cup would spill, Grace could almost run up the stairs.

He put the tray in the crook of his arm, and knocked on the door cautiously three times, and Master Allen's gloomy voice came from inside: "Come in."

Grace entered the room, turned around and closed the door, put the latch on, and placed the tray on Master Allen's large desk, far away from his seat and books.

Having done this, Grace went to the center of the room and knelt down, bowing her head, waiting for the routine humiliation.

Master Allen closed the book, turned around, and stared at him coldly.

"Have you ever slept with someone, Grace?" he asked sullenly.

Grace was silent.

Master Allen sneered resoundingly, even the sarcasm could not dilute the gloominess in his tone: "Aren't you afraid that brother will know?"

Grace, who had been motionless all this time, slowly clenched her fist, and tightly clenched the corner of the apron into her hand, "Master William won't care."

Master Allen sneered again, obviously much happier: "It's good that you know!" He paused, and then mocked: "I was very angry that you broke my brother's engagement with tricks, but now that I think about it, it's not right Maybe it’s not a bad thing for my brother.”

Grace suddenly raised her head and asked in amazement, "What do you mean?"

Master Allen put on an artificial smile on his handsome face, stood up and put the tray containing desserts and tea on the ground in front of Grace, "Reward. You have done a good deed."

Grace stared blankly as he took out two pieces of letter paper from his pocket, one of which was a few lines short.

Master Allen glanced at Grace, and said in a low voice: "In this situation, soldiers with military merits have become golden bachelors in the eyes of nobles. Allen, if you come to the capital to participate in a real ball, you will definitely do it for me." The demeanor and self-cultivation of these noble ladies are astonishing..."

He stopped talking, and looked proudly at Grace's distraught appearance.He flicked his wrists and shook the two pieces of letter paper, "Eat everything on the tray, and I'll give you the letter." He saw Grace reaching out to the plate hesitantly, he took a quick step, and lifted the plate gently. Kicked it away, and added: "Just eat like this."

Grace swallowed the sourness in her throat, lay down directly on the ground, and used her teeth to grab the porcelain lid covering the dessert cup. The hard and cold porcelain hurt his front teeth.

He propped his hands in front of the tray, trying to lower his head as low as possible, and his buttocks involuntarily pushed up, allowing the thick skirt to bulge high above his buttocks, which was cheap and funny.

Master Allen looked at him with contempt and disgust, then turned around and continued reading.

He wants to be like his brother, graduating from the military academy with excellent grades, and he will be an officer who can lead the army as soon as he joins the army.

It's just that there is always the sound of Hisoka behind him, which is as annoying as a mouse stealing food, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

He closed the book angrily, and there was a muffled sound when the heavy book was slapped. The Hisoka sound was frightened and stopped, and then it rang out relentlessly.

Allen stood up and strode to find a book on the bookshelf.He was a little irritable, so he should find something relaxing and interesting to read.

He found a copy of "Memoirs of St. Helena" from the bookshelf, turned around, and saw the humble maid lying almost completely on the ground, with her mouth and nose buried in the teacup, her skirt arched high, her skirt The pendulum is tilted up, revealing two calves.

Allen took two steps back hastily, these two legs, pale and thin, were his nightmare.

Those legs had been his frequent nightmare ever since he saw Grace lure his brother into kissing her while he was drunk.

It's just that in the dream, these two legs were not riding on his brother's body, but straddling his own; the hand on that thigh and buttocks no longer belonged to William, but became his own.

Those two pale and thin legs were the evil snake that tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit, leaving a cold and slippery touch in Alan Stone's dream.

This kind of nightmare would come every few days, and it became a persistent nightmare for him during the day and night.

"Get out!" Grace, who was trying to lick the last bit of tea, was kicked over. He hurriedly held down the hem of the skirt flying around in front of his legs, sat up and looked at Alan expressionlessly, refusing to be in front of him. A little bit of emotion leaked in front of him.

Allen took out two pieces of letter paper from his arms and threw them in front of him angrily, "Get out of my room!"

Fearing that he would repent, Grace crawled two steps with incredible agility, grasped the two pieces of letter paper in her hands, picked up the tray, and quickly fled the study room that brought him countless humiliations and hopes.

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Note: "Memoirs of St. Helena" is a memoir of Napoleon.