The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace wandered the banquet hall arm in arm with Konstantinos, clinking glasses with political enemies and allies with more hypocrisy than court dinners.

Someone shouted: "It's started!"

The window was pushed open, and the noise of the street suddenly came in - the flatbed truck escorting the condemned prisoners passed under their window.

One after another, the cursing and laughter of the onlookers mixed with the cursing and wailing of the prisoners, passing through the wide-open window and entering Grace's ears.

Konstantinos looked at Grace with hidden interest and asked him, "Are there any friends of yours among the royalists?"

Grace stared at the window and shook her head, "I have no friends in the palace."

Suddenly, amidst the cursing and screaming, an exceptionally crisp voice sounded very pleasant, but it definitely sounded more like a boy than an adult man.Grace almost trembled.

That boyish voice was so penetrating that everyone at the banquet could hear what he was shouting clearly.He shouted: "Long live the King! You have killed the most enlightened monarch this country has ever seen! You murderers!"

The man who opened the window yelled out the window: "Gag his mouth!"

But the man began to sing again.His singing was higher and brighter than his shouting, full of plaintiveness and sentimentality.Grace once wondered whether he could really sing high notes for one minute without taking a breath as the rumors said. At this time, the onlookers also had the same doubts and shouted: "Let him sing! Let him continue!" They knew that this gifted throat was about to be cut and that this was their last chance to hear such a beautiful song.

So Mr. Faranelli continued to sing, and was gradually moved away by the flatbed car, but the mournful high-pitched voice never stopped, as if it would never end.

Many people in the banquet hall had heard this song in the palace or theater, and they couldn't help showing regret and pity.But no one dared to close the windows.

The man at the window looked mockingly at the sympathetic conservatives, raised his glass, and said, "Death to all who sympathize with the king!"

"Okay, okay..." An unremarkable young man walked over and closed the window.The mournful singing finally stopped.

The man looked at Konstantinos again, and stammered, "George, please give, give us a speech!"

This is who Grace is looking for.

Konstantinos began to prepare his speech and walked towards the center of the banquet hall.Grace took the opportunity to slip her arm out of his, walked to the window, and whispered, "Doctor Durand."

Dr. Durand, who once had a small clinic in a port city in the New World, is known today only as a close friend of Konstantinos.

"Ge, Gray, Lace, Xiao, Miss..." The other party replied in a low voice as if startled, stuttering more than usual.

Grace listened patiently to him struggling to finish a simple sentence, thinking that even if he hadn't stuttered, such a shy personality would not have allowed him to make a difference in the meeting.He wasn't even one of the seven hundred delegates to the meeting.

But Grace had carefully read Konstantinos' past speeches, and knew that although the man in front of him was dumb, he understood the truth.