Sara

When the person who purchased the cake materials came back, Lambert's girlfriend Flora offered to help Linshu.

She is an ingenious girl, a few years older than Lambert, and she is at the age of motherhood. After two days of simple contact with Yofasa, she has completely fallen into Yofasa's ignorant red eyes.

"Lambert seems to have misunderstood you." Flora unwrapped the baking powder and handed it to Linshu, "Although I whispered in his ear that the emperor is very good-looking and a sickly beauty who is powerless to resist, this setting If it were in female literature, it would probably be forced to love, but I didn't expect Lambert to take it seriously."

"I can't understand your hobbies at all..." Because of Lydia's relationship, Linshu is not completely unfamiliar with the words Flora said, and he has a headache thinking that Irina will not give him to Yofasha as a laborer Take the breathing thing as a joke.

"I still can't understand your men's hobbies. What's so fun about video games? It's fine for Lambert to play every day, and even Yofasha has been taught badly." Flora took out a box of eggs from the refrigerator, picked Get a few.

Linshu opened the lemon cake making tutorial next to him, took the eggs and started to make: "I don't understand this either. The game should be limited in length, and children are easily addicted... No, having said that, Lambert misunderstood it and didn't go find it. Will Jehophasa ask for evidence?"

Flora leaned against the cooking table with a delicate expression: "Jofasa, don't you understand this?"

Linshu's movements stopped, and he probably understood what was going on. Lambert asked Yofasa for verification. Yofasa might just nod and shake his head if he had a half-knowledge, which caused Lambert's misunderstanding to deepen, and Linshu's reputation fell again.

The only consolation is that Flora, who has been in love with Lambert for two years, has already seen through everything.

"It's what you think. They didn't intend for the emperor to conceive the next generation naturally, so Yofasha has no relevant knowledge."

Linshu explained while sifting the flour into the beaten eggs, "This actually makes me a little worried, Yofasa is really good-looking, the plots you are passionate about may not happen to him, in fact, he When I encounter human traffickers, I am afraid."

He briefly told Flora about Tusa. Flora knew the inside story and had a good attitude towards Jofasa, so he didn't hold any grudges.

Flora listened carefully, and raised her hand to support her chin when Linshu sent the flour into the mold: "Actually, Lambert suspects that Yofasa has a mental illness."

"what?"

"Lambert suspects that you forced him, but...he is willing to exchange for stealing information from the empire so that you can get perfect treatment." Flora said, "You know, Lambert likes to bluff people, he Tell Yofasha that he didn't give you effective treatment, and Yofasha believed it."

Lin Shu was speechless for a moment, he had wondered why Yofasha would provide information about the empire to the rebels just to get better treatment, which was unreasonable.

"I don't know if Yofasa has a mental illness, but his willingness to help you should not be due to mental illness."

Flora stared at Linshu for a moment, "He is not the so-called tyrant, nor is he indifferent to others and has no feelings as you said, is he?"

Linshu was silent for a long time, and then he tapped the edge of the mold lightly to shake out the air bubbles and make the object smooth: "Is this why you persuaded Lambert not to embarrass him?"

Flora replied in the same sentence: "Is that why you let him go?"

Linshu put the mold into the oven, fixed the time, and did not meet Flora's eyes as if deliberately avoiding it: "I won't let him go again."

The people of the rebel army wanted to use Yofasha, and the people of the empire were also using Yofasha, and there was no difference between them in essence.

Flora understands that Linshu is avoiding this topic, she has not participated in the matter about the emperor, she does not have any right to speak, she will talk so much with Linshu, it is simply because she felt pity for the emperor during the short time with Yuefasha .

He was hardly ever treated with sincerity.

Flora tactfully stopped continuing, and casually mentioned other things: "By the way, the child you asked us to find has already been found."

Linshu was washing his hands. Hearing what Flora said, he flicked the water on his hands: "He has seen Yofasa, and he must not be allowed to run around outside, otherwise the news about Yofasa may be leaked. Will your people teach Kid? His ideas are not quite right..."

"You can't teach a child, but you can send him to Mr. Sigmund's side and teach him how to behave," Flora said.

"Isn't that more extreme than killing him? The team that Sigmund trained in private has a terribly high suicide rate. How can such a big kid survive? There's no need..."

Linshu frowned, he didn't finish the rest of the sentence, because he saw Yofasha at the door of the kitchen.

Jehofasa's hair was messy, and he looked like he had just woken up from sleep, his eyes were half-closed, and he didn't know how much he had heard.

Linshu wiped the water off his hands, pretended to be nonchalant, and limped to Yofasha's side, smoothing his hair.

"Here." Yofasa raised his eyelids and reached out to pinch Linshu's earlobe.

Linshu's earlobe felt hot, his body stiffened and he didn't move: "What?"

Yofasa sometimes did inexplicable behaviors, and he might poke and touch things that he thought were interesting, such as being poked in the hair on the first day Linshu hijacked him.

My 16-year-old pierced ears have been closed long ago, right?I don't know why.

"The bullet, passing through here, will not damage hearing, nor will it hurt bones." Yofasa rubbed it a few times, then withdrew his hand.

He was referring to the shot he had fired at Dylan.

The temperature of Yofasha's fingers still remained on Linshu's earlobe, and he felt that little bit of warmth soaking into the bottom of his heart in a trance.

In fact, Yofasa didn't need to explain so much. Even if he had shot and wounded Dylan, Linshu would not have accused him.

After all, it was Dylan who threw his medicine first. Although it was impulsive, it was out of malice to ask Fasha to die.

On the contrary, Yofasha was more tolerant than he imagined to those who could not threaten him.

"Zacharias, you had a chance to escape before, but you gave up and chose to come back to save me. You know that if you miss this time, you may really never go back."

"Can I ask you why?"

Jeofasha didn't see any hesitation, and the simple words came out of his mouth naturally when Linshu asked the question: "Because you are stupid."

Linshu, who was scolded, looked at him quietly.

"You are so stupid, I always have a next chance."

Yofasa's eyes were clear, he thought for a while, and added very calmly: "And I like you."

Lin Shu was hit by this simple sentence, he looked away unnaturally, suddenly realized something, and asked, "Apart from me, do you like anyone else?"

Yofasa nodded and answered quickly: "Carol."

Sure enough, his liking is pure liking.Lin Shu heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time felt a subtle regret, he squeezed the space between his brows to shake off distracting thoughts, and pondered in the aroma from the oven.

Who is Carol?

-

Vaughan is also making coffee today, and Feiger said the coffee he made was delicious, so he took him with him on the business trip.

Vaughan regretted that he went to work in a cafe for pocket money when he was a teenager, so that he learned the exquisite coffee brewing technique.

He came to the desk, and his immediate superior was questioning someone. It was a man in uniform who looked like a sheriff, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, his hair was disheveled, and his mouth was bruised. The brutal beating of capitalism.

Behind the sheriff are two unidentified men and women, one with dyed red hair and the other with a burly cut. There are other people outside this room. I don't know how many people Feiger sent to arrest.

Vaughan had an intuition that he couldn't put the coffee on the table at this time, so he stood aside obediently, pretending that he was a humanoid coffee tray.

"So, when you clearly found the nobleman who was suspected of being trafficked, you didn't rescue him, but you were bribed by others to suppress this matter, right?"

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the dim skylight penetrating through the rain fell on Feiger's left hand resting on the table. His body was half hidden in the shadows, and his voice was hoarse with long-term sleep deprivation.

"Yes... yes..." The sheriff didn't dare to hide, "but that guy, with a knife... he threatened me..."

"Shut up, I'll ask you to speak again, or I'll sew your mouth shut." Feiger turned his target to the buzzard behind the sheriff, "You guys know that the person who hijacked that nobleman is a scumbag The rebel army took the initiative to take them in and assist them, and did not report to the empire, right?"

"Bah! You lackeys of a tyrant, you are inferior!"

Cuntou glared at Feigl fiercely, wishing he could bite the throat of the imperial bureaucrat who killed all his brothers.

"Whatever I ask you, you can answer it truthfully, and don't say unnecessary words."

As soon as Feiger finished speaking, the woman next to Cuntou let out a scream. The electric current released by her handcuffs flowed through her whole body, and she couldn't even scream in a few seconds.

Cuntou's eyes were about to burst, but he didn't dare to contradict anything.

"You, describe to me what happened after the two people you met that night. If there is any discrepancy with what other people said, you know the consequences." Feiger nodded to the sheriff.

The sheriff nodded again and again: "I checked the third room on the second floor and found a golden hair on the bed. The sheets were still hot to the touch. I guessed that someone was hiding in that room."

"I sent the others away and prepared to go back alone to see if there was a chance to ask for some favors. Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the door, I saw... saw the rebel army, and held a good-looking man under him. Kissing on the bed..."

There was a loud bang on the desk, which interrupted the sheriff's narration. He raised his head and carefully looked at the high-ranking officer of the empire, and heard the other party suppressed his emotions and reminded him: "Continue talking."

"That person is similar to your subordinate's description, with long blond hair, red irises, tall stature, and a very good appearance...

I thought at the time that the rebel army was a human trafficker who had kidnapped a beautiful nobleman to sell to Tusa.That appearance is indeed relatively rare, to be honest, even I..."

"???? (Feiger's hometown swearing)!"

Feiger suddenly got up and overturned the desk in front of him. The decorations and tools on the desk threw the sheriff in the face, "Don't say unnecessary words!"

The sheriff flinched tremblingly, and continued to narrate his deal with the rebel army and some conversations.

"You suddenly dare to treat him like this..." Feiger didn't ask any more questions after listening for a long time. He didn't have another table to turn over. His fists tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, and finally spit out a sentence, " coffee."

Vaughn offered the cold coffee, saying nothing, trying to blend in with the background.

"Put less sugar." Feiger drank the coffee in his hand in one gulp, "Make another cup and send it to the next door."

"Okay." Vaughn caught the coffee cup thrown by Feiger and stepped back in a polite manner.

Before leaving the door, Feiger suddenly remembered something. He walked slowly to the sheriff's side and asked, "Did you touch his face at that time?"

"Yes... yes..." The sheriff lowered his head, only seeing Feiger's shiny leather shoes.

"One last question—which hand, please?"

Please don't expect too much from Feiger, he only does things that are beneficial to Zacharias, but it is not what you imagined.

The next appearance will probably be more than 40 chapters or later...

——About who Carol is, her name appeared in the previous article