The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace stood up and leaned closer to look at Alan Stone's face.

He has been a fool himself, so it is easy to recognize another fool: the frequency of blinking, the amount of eyelashes fluttering when blinking, the subtle sound of air passing through the nasal cavity when breathing, the changes in the lines of lips, all of them evidence.

Of course, the most important thing is the eyes. When you look at him, his eyes dare not look back. They can only fall on a still life to make him pretend to be calm.What Alan Stone is looking at now is the shawl he folded on the bed, the one that William asked him to bring to him.

Grace hurriedly sat back on the bed, lowered her eyes, not daring to continue observing Alan Stone's tense face, and Alan Stone finally regained the ability to speak: "William asked me to take care of you."

He was grateful for his quick wit, and Grace's attention was completely shifted to William, and she asked him: "Did you really go to the front? Did you really see William? Is he really not injured?"

Ignoring the vile jealousy in his heart, Alan Ston felt great comfort, thinking that the maid hadn't forgotten.

"Is your brother injured?"

"No."

"Liar!"

Alan Stone fell silent.This frightened Grace, her face paled suddenly, and she asked him tremblingly, "Is William dead?"

Alan Stone hurriedly said "no", telling him that William was only shot once in the arm, the shrapnel had been taken out, no bones were injured, and when he left the front line, the injury had almost recovered.

"It's the left hand that's injured, and it doesn't affect holding the gun." He said to Grace like this.

Grace still couldn't help shivering, and asked him, "Does it hurt to be hit by a bullet?" After he finished speaking, he scolded himself for being stupid, a bullet would surely bleed a lot when it hit his flesh, how could it not hurt?

He asked again: "Didn't it mean that the beacon line has been pushing forward? Didn't it mean that the enemy country dared not attack?"

Alan Stone showed some excitement on his face, and sighed: "This is all won by the heroic battle led by my brother and General Verrick!"

"I want William to come home," Grace said after a long time.Just when the two of them were silent, the singing and laughter upstairs would become extraordinarily loud.

Alan Stone was extremely disturbed by the noise from upstairs, and took two steps in the limited space.Grace's cheeks, flushed from crying when he first entered the room, were completely white now.After all, he couldn't bear it, and Allen comforted him: "William hasn't been home for the past two years, not entirely because of you. The war is not over, and my brother, as a general, can't leave..."

"Why? Isn't there General Verwick?"

"General Verrick is over 70 years old, and my brother cannot let General Verrick fight alone."

Grace was furious, "Is there no other general who can fight in this country? William is only a lieutenant colonel! There are so many generals, doesn't one of them dare to go to the front line?"

This question was too complicated, and Alan Stone didn't know how to explain it to the maid.

Grace begged him: "You tell me, tell me what's going on."

Alan Stone said: "This is not your concern. What we have to say now is that you cannot go to the court."

"Okay, then I'll ask the Earl of Arundel." Grace said cruelly.

"You!" Alan Ston almost lost his composure, circling the room angrily, no different from those carnivorous beasts caught in cages, "Why do you have to ask these!"

Knowing that he was compromising, Grace lowered her voice and asked him, "Your Majesty doesn't want the war to end too early, does he? He's using this war to please the Senate and the Church, isn't that right?"

Alan Stone shouted in shock: "How do you know!"

Grace made a silent gesture at him, motioning him to look at the thin wooden door, "The sound insulation here is not as good as upstairs... I have peeked at the letters my brother wrote to you, and I heard the Earl of Arundel say After a while, I guessed it."

He guessed right, and felt even more chilled, "Then brother can't stay on the front line even more."

Alan Stone felt that his expression was a little weird, and couldn't help but panic, "What are you thinking? Shouldn't you worry about His Majesty taking you to the palace now?"

"It's actually the same thing."

"What's the meaning……"

"I'm going to ask His Majesty to send someone to the front to replace William, so that His Majesty's plan will not be affected, and he will agree."

"Nonsense! William doesn't need you to care about this! Go beg, what are you begging for!" Alan Ston was really angry, "When will the men of our Ston family rely on women to get things done!"

Grace looked into his eyes calmly, "What if I beg His Majesty to make you a Baron?"

He had heard the conversation between Alan Ston and the Earl of Arundel at the dinner table. Madam hoped that Alan Ston could buy a title, viscount or baron, whichever was fine, so that it would match his current military rank and help him to be promoted in the future. Great benefit.

But the count vetoed the idea.He said that the purchased titles were far inferior to the inherited ones, especially since Alan Ston's ancestors didn't even have a single cross, and the purchased titles would not be recognized in the upper class, but would be ridiculed instead.He suggested that Alan Stone stay in the army with peace of mind and accumulate military merits first. When he gets mixed up to a certain level, he will help Alan Stone deal with him and find a title for him.

"Don't listen to him. He just wants to use you. He wants you to be good for him, but he is also afraid that you will be too good to escape his control. Your Majesty asked me if you were good to me, and I said you were good to me. His Majesty is very pleased. You left a good impression on him, I think His Majesty..."

Alan Ston raised his hand and overturned the small table, the kettle and cups fell to the ground, the small box also flew up, fell down again, broke apart, and the contents inside spilled all over the ground.The table knocked to the bottom of the small washbasin, smashing the small porcelain basin in half.

Grace, unmoved by the damage he caused, kept looking at his face, observing every detail of his expression.

Alan Ston scolded him: "You bastard! You bastard! Where do you think it is? Why can't you listen to me after I tell you so much!" He put one hand on the head of the bed, bent down, and held Grace circle it.If possible, he would like to tie up the person in front of him with a rope, so that he can't go anywhere until he is obedient.

He asked Grace darkly: "Do you know how Queen Margaret died? She didn't die of illness! Someone poisoned her food! Guess the Queen Mother has been detained, who has The ability to play tricks on her meals? The queen is a relative of Queen Margaret, and your majesty even spared his own mother, but he didn't do anything to the queen, because the queen turned to her majesty halfway and betrayed the regent The regent is the favorite of the queen mother, but he was killed in the queen's bedroom. There are people like this in the court! Can you compete with them?"

"Do you think His Majesty really likes you? He just likes to hunt for novelties! Mrs. Denell is just a cover, and the one who is really favored is Mr. Faranelli! Your Majesty is a homosexual at all, a homosexual who likes to invent games! He let the maid Perform with those eunuchs in front of him, if you go, you will be like them, take off your clothes and caress each other with a group of eunuchs, play with their deformed bodies, and be played by them, rely on these performances to please His Majesty! If you follow His Majesty If you leave, it will be like this!"

He tried to intimidate Grace as much as he could by telling these rumors as if they were true, and he deliberately used disgusting words to put him down.I was afraid that I would scare the maid before, or I was hard to say, and I said it all in one go.

Grace had been listening quietly, watching his angry face.He was indeed terrified, and at the same time two lines of tears fell from his eyes.Because he knew that the more Alan Ston frightened him, the more it meant that he really didn't take the "baron" and "viscount" he mentioned to heart.