The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace is glad she doesn't have to wear that "birdcage" today.He held the hem of the skirt in one hand, and held the piece of cheese in the other—this cheese has a delicate and unique taste, and it can be found on Sophie's head as soon as someone tastes it—and ran wildly on the soft fallen leaves.

He knew that there was a small hot spring one kilometer deep in the forest, where he could wash the blood off his skirt before anyone found him.

He successfully found the hot spring, knelt down on the big rock beside the spring, bent down hard, and put the blood-stained part of the skirt into the hot spring to wash it, but it couldn't be cleaned no matter what.

He looked at the discolored blood, his heart beat faster and faster, his bare knee was hurt by the stone, this posture also made him uncomfortable.

He simply took off the heavy skirt and the petticoat that had been soaked in blood, soaked the hem of the skirt that had spread a large area of ​​deep red after being soaked in water, and squatted on the stone wearing only the corset vest to wash it.

Grace resented the dress code for women, who could only wear skirts and no trousers.He also once secretly wore pants that did not reach the knee under the skirt. When he was cleaning, someone found him and asked him if he had a wild man.From then on, he knew that the secrets hidden under the skirts were easier to be found out in trousers.

At this time, without the hem of the skirt to keep him warm, his bare legs were trembling from the autumn wind.

Behind the ear came the sound of an animal wheezing with its tongue out. It sounded like a dog, but it could have been a wolf.

Grace had never seen a wolf, but only heard people talking about it. It said that a wolf looked like a dog, but was fiercer than a dog. It had green eyes, long and sharp teeth, and could bite people to death.

The blood all over his body was congealed. He squatted on the ground and grabbed the corner of his skirt, not daring to look back for fear that his throat would be bitten if he turned around.

"Grace, turn around." A cold voice sounded from behind.

Grace turned her head slowly, and first saw two slender hounds sticking out their tongues half a meter behind him, with four green eyes staring at him like wolves, panting.

Next, he saw the handsome and indifferent Earl of Arundel sitting on a tall black horse, holding the rein with one hand to stop the horse from pacing impatiently.

Behind him was a servant who was also riding a horse, and his head was lowered, not looking at him who was naked.

"What are you doing, Grace?" asked the Earl of Arundel.

Grace's teeth chattered, wondering if they were hunting, why did they appear here?

The earl's patience was only five seconds, but it was a pity that Grace couldn't grasp it.

The two hounds threw Grace to the ground under the signal of the Earl of Arundel, and sniffed carefully on his bloody bare legs, making a "swoosh" sound.

The two hounds understood something from the smell, and barked in one direction together.

The two steeds were eager to try amidst the barking, the Earl of Arundel pulled the reins vigorously, the black horse under his crotch was quiet, and the other brown horse carried the servant, led by the hound, towards the bloody Run to the source.

The Earl of Arundel turned his horse, and his knee-length black leather boots stepped on the dry fallen leaves beside the stone where Grace was, making a crisp "click, click, click".

Grace had already sat up, covering her wet skirt to her legs.

The earl's black leather boots lifted his skirt, kicked it aside, and tapped the large area of ​​brownish red on the skirt with the tip of his toe: "Grace, whose blood is this?"

The servant came back quickly, stood not far away with his head down, and said in a volume that could be heard by all three present: "My lord, a corpse was found over there with a short knife stuck in its back, and it was buried in the fallen leaves. Down."

Fear made Grace weak all over, and he fell on the wet stone, his arms stretched out feebly, and his fingertips begged to touch the earl's boots.

The count squatted down, gently held his frightened cold hand, and turned to the servant: "Dispose of the corpse, so that no one will find it."

Grace got up in surprise, and rubbed against the earl twice, with extreme flattery.

The count smiled, and touched his terrified face.

The servants leave, and Grace sits naked on a rock and confesses what she has done.

"It's dangerous for a woman to kill a man, and the law will not forgive you." When the Earl said this, his gaze passed between his legs, and Grace pulled her legs together even tighter in shame.

"My lord—" he imitated the servant and began to call him "my lord", "Why did you help me?"

Earl Allen smiled again, and took out a piece of letter paper that had become square and stiff due to being folded four times from his arms.

He unfolded the letter paper and held it in front of Grace: "Are you literate?"

Grace was literate, and he understood what was written on it, which said his life experience, gender, and inheritance rights-Old Ston's property should have been divided into four, not three.

The earl showed regret to Grace: "Grace, I sympathize with what happened to you. If you want, I can help you restore your proper identity and property. You are an adult, aren't you?"

Grace nodded lightly, "This year,."

The count lovingly stroked his delicate face, "Grace, you are a lovely child. Believe me, I can help you get back what should belong to you, even those farmlands, The output of pastures and wineries, I can help you get them back from the state and the church."

There was a guy who almost strangled him just after he said he liked him. Grace would never believe that again, at least not today.

He guessed that if he nodded at this moment, the Earl would definitely send him to prison, or simply kill him here.

Tears welled up in Grace's eyes, out of sheer fright, she shook her head tremblingly, "No, I want to be a girl, and I don't want to leave Stone Manor."

He was right, and in the count's eyes he saw a real smile, a smile quite different from the one he had just been, and indeed satisfied.

"Good boy." The count rubbed the top of his head.

Just as Grace was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard the Earl ask kindly, "Why don't you want to leave the Stone Manor?"

These silver-gray eyes were calm and insightful, which frightened him more than the two hounds just now.

Without much time for Grace to pretend, he decided to tell the truth: "My sweetheart is here."

The pair of silver-gray eyes moved slightly in the earl's deep eye sockets, and then the thin lips curved contemptuously.

This time Grace said the wrong thing, he didn't know why he provoked the earl's dissatisfaction.

The count stood up slowly in front of him, put his boots on his corset, and kicked him into the scalding hot springs.