The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

However, at the first glimpse of the woman, the soldiers all stopped in unison.

True, Ireland has no shortage of beautiful girls.Just like the girls from a good family that their master Lucas robs every day, they are basically unsurprisingly beautiful.

But the woman in the black and red cloak in front of her was the complete opposite of those timid girls who were often sent in shivering like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

And she is like a wizard walking from the altar in the dark night, her cornflower blue eyes are like a pair of deep and deep swirls, and she has a smile on her fair face, greeting everyone politely and kindly.

"I'm Wellesley from England. I have already sent a greeting card to your mansion yesterday. Excuse me, is the Governor General in your mansion today?"

Her voice is like a vine soaked in liqueur, which intoxicates the spleen and lungs with every trace, and inadvertently wraps around the beating hearts of others, luring them to stare at her face involuntarily, and bow down to salute: "My beautiful Miss, the governor will return in the evening."

"Oh, what a misfortune I came to visit."

The soldier hurriedly stopped her from shaking her head regretfully, and said, "You might as well wait for the master in the castle for a while, and you will be able to meet him as you wish in about two hours. I think the master will be very happy to receive such a beautiful lady as you."

Ivy nodded, took off the cloak and handed it to the old maid who stepped forward, and followed the guidance to the living room.

This castle does not seem to intend to hide the evil inside it. The corridors are deep and deep, and at first glance it looks like a hidden cave. The walls of the corridors are not decorated with traditional murals, but dried people. Skin.

They are arranged in two rows just like ordinary animal skins for people to watch. The brown and black colors are intertwined with faintly exposed old blood vessels, outlining strange bark-like patterns, and entangled with clear pore cells. A draft blew in through the open window, sending out the smell of formalin.

Ivy suppressed the desire to vomit, dispelled the disgusting feeling, and tried to talk to the maid wearing a black turban in front of her: "Is this the governor's special hobby?"

"It's just a trivial hobby." The maid replied disapprovingly, and casually glanced at the shocking display. "The master has always liked to collect these things, especially the human skins of unmarried virgins, which are particularly holy and pure to him."

Ivy almost blurted out "oh my god".

"But I heard that he likes women very much, but now he skins them alive. Isn't this conflicting?"

The maid seemed very disdainful of her fuss, and let out a "hum" from her throat, and then had to explain patiently: "The master really likes beautiful women, but he has to distinguish whether he is obedient or not. I will get tired of it the next morning, and those who obey him will be executed quickly, and those who dare to rebel against him will be skinned alive. At this time, people are usually still breathing, and the master likes to see them writhing on the ground and howling. Call it your own wonderful masterpiece."

If these words appeared in the Gothic novels Ivy used to read, she would lament that this is really a perverted beast.Yet this is a real person, even her enemy.

And she will fight for the ownership of this country under the claws of this devil. Only by defeating him can the throne belong to her.

Ivy is never shy about taking on a cunning opponent.However, this is a complete pervert. She is well aware of the consequences of offending a lunatic, but she will never look back.

The air suddenly fell silent. The maid didn't know what the strange and beautiful woman behind her was thinking, she only thought that she was speechless because she was rare and strange.

"Here..." She took Ivy to the deepest part of the cave, and pointed to the sofa in the living room, "You can wait for the master here first, he should personally monitor and kill those captured a few days ago. The traitor, if there are no accidents, he will be back soon, but according to the usual practice, he will deal with the girl who has just been sent in first."

When she mentioned the words "guillotine" and "beheading", her expression was relaxed, as if she was talking about a common meal, and even through her sallow cheeks, Ivy could vaguely see her excitement.

Then she served another glass of macchiato to the guest, which had turned into ice water. She seemed to think that she had fulfilled the friendship between the guest and the host, and immediately left her sight.

The coffee is mixed with salty and sweet caramel, and the milk froth has lost its original sweetness due to the long-term storage, and it tastes like chewing wax in the mouth.

Ivy sat up from the sofa under her body, looking around vigilantly with her sharp eyes.

The furnishings in the living room are surprisingly simple, with a tea table made of black lacquered wood, curtains made of pure velvet fabric, and a carpet that is not gorgeous.

All of this is completely different from the extravagant scene she imagined. The owner of the castle does not seem to be indulgent, and is even much more restrained than the nobles in London.

This surprised Ivy. She walked to the balcony and looked down against the marble railing. A thick locust tree with thick branches and leaves was as lush as a woman's hair, and the trunk was thick, standing upright in front of her eyes.

The shadows of the daylight slanted quietly, and at this moment she heard a sudden cry from the upstairs room, sobbing with restraint, as if she didn't dare to let others hear it.

It was the voice of an underage girl.

She remembered what the nun said, maybe this crying girl will become a human skin hanging on the wall tomorrow.

This made her shiver involuntarily, and she looked up, and saw a young and beautiful face pressed against the diamond-shaped glass window, looking hard at everything outside that could help, her eyes were covered with wet tears.

"Help me! I beg you!" The girl also found Ivy who was looking at herself calmly, like a drowning person who was drowning in the sea and finally grasped the straw.Immediately, he slapped the window desperately, begging her in pain, "Good-hearted man, I really don't want to die..."

The glass windows were slapped with a rumbling sound, and the girl was like a victim about to be sacrificed to be devoured by sea monsters. The huge room made her thinner and thinner.Because there was no response, she gradually lost her voice in despair.

This makes it difficult for Ivy not to feel compassion, no matter how hard-hearted a person is, she can't stand by and watch the suffering of a girl who falls into the hands of the devil, although she can obviously stay out of it.

What's more, Lucas is about to rob more women, and even if Ivy has a way, it is impossible to save them all. The current action is just to fight the fire, unless the tyrant is completely overthrown, they can be permanently rescued s life.

The coldness and kindness of the egoist struggled alternately in the brain. In just one minute, the girl in the ear was still begging, but the battle between the two sides had already alternated countless rounds.

These 60 seconds passed like running water, and the helpless girl in front of her eyes overlapped subtly with her memory. Suddenly, images of modern girls in later generations appeared in Ivy's mind. Walking, expressing ideas confidently on the podium, and firmly calling for women's equal rights in front of the world.

And this weak girl who patted the window desperately for help has only the fate of becoming a fish waiting for her gloomy future.

After 1 minute, Ivy made a choice.

"You open the window and jump down carefully, hide on this tree, don't move, let alone make a sound."

She calmly instructed the girl, then climbed up the wall by herself, and jumped into the extravagant and dark room through the window.

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