Days and nights of women's clothing in front of the Duke

"I'm going to kill you!"

When Andy heard his roar, the little silver pot aristocrat obviously didn't think about his situation calmly. The first thing he did when he woke up was to make a big noise, trying to intimidate the air and a poor fellow who was also unlucky.

The silk bag sagged exaggeratedly somewhere, and bulged out again. It seemed that he was breathing heavily and was very emotional.

At least I'm better than him, Andy thought, and it looked like the little nobleman would be taught his lesson soon.

Sure enough, the broken wooden door inlaid with iron nails was pulled open with a loud noise.

Barrel-like mercenaries squeezed in from the door, swearing, the words were so vulgar and filthy that any nobleman would be speechless.

What is even more worrying is that this mercenary may hate the rich man very much. Andy watched him tear the clothes of the little nobleman, loot the valuables, and at the same time slap the head with the silk bag Two slaps, and a mouthful of saliva.

The little nobleman was tightly held in his hands like a dead frog, kicking and moving restlessly. The mercenaries pushed him against the wall with his back to Andy. Andy couldn't see his movements clearly. His eyes fell on the mercenary's loose trousers, and his face changed.

The nobleman was still cursing, and then there was a sudden burst of high-pitched crying and hard breathing, and there were more and more fearful begging for mercy.

The frog is entangled by the scorpion.

Andy originally made up his mind not to gnaw, but the little nobleman's screams were too miserable, so he endured it, kicked the wall with his feet, and swung out from the shadows.

"Sir, I bet your boss didn't intend to kill him." Andy sniffled, swinging around like a moth, disturbing people's eyes and ears: "Nobles are softies, scaring to death is not worth the loss .”

The mercenary bared his rotten teeth, threw the little nobleman to the ground, grabbed the rope with his big black hands, and then punched Andy in the stomach. His head was sticky and slid down.

"I didn't mean to, but I thought maybe you were hungry."

Andy let out a weak breath, and couldn't help finding his sharp mouth.

The next punch hit the ribs.

"I was wrong."

Andy subconsciously begged for mercy, acting very knowledgeable about current affairs, but the mercenary's cold smile showed that this matter was not so easy to finish.

Andy gritted his teeth and had no time to hide. He passively greeted the ensuing swearing and fists. He felt that his internal organs were about to be smashed into meat paste, and then vomited out of his throat.

Andy's trachea was in hot pain, and tears flowed down his face. He vomited and begged for mercy, but he still couldn't avoid being beaten up.

The broken door opened and closed, and there were only two people left in the dungeon.

Two of the poor fellow's teeth were knocked out, and while spitting, he said fiercely to the little nobleman: "I don't care what kind of duke, earl, and viscount you are, you'd better keep that stinking mouth shut, or you don't need that idiot, I I must kill you first, and cut off your balls for trampling."

Silence for a while.

"You bastards."

The little aristocrat said loudly, a sobbing sound came out of his mouth, weeping and cursing tremblingly, because he was tied too tightly by the mercenaries, he struggled for a while before trying to stand up from the ground.

The little nobleman's silk clothes were torn, and all the valuables on his body were taken away by the mercenaries. Andy watched the silk bag on his head bump up and down, slowly swimming out two water stains.

Andy finally knew where his eyes were.

"I'm going to kill you."

This time the voice was not so intense, and the confidence was not so full. The little noble who did not get a response was like a deflated ball.

Andy, who watched everything from the sidelines, knew that this was a small silver pot nobleman, a bard wandering in the mainland, more or less aware of the division of class and power, so that he could be reused when serving him.

In the past, he also had a dream of being appreciated by the nobles and taking a bath with gold coins.

Andy shook his head, trying to make his voice sound calmer.

"Are you hurt?" He assured that there was absolutely no teasing, ridicule, or ridicule in this sentence, it was just out of polite concern, and a little bit of relief from the unlucky fellow.

But the little nobleman jumped up from the ground and squeaked at Andy like a mouse that had been poked by a needle. His attitude was definitely not good.

"Shut up!" Andy's tears were still falling. He was in too much pain. The pain made him choke and gasp. The feeling of being hung was not good. I don't understand how I can get ahead.

He heard the curses of the minor nobles.

"You bastards, I will let Sabo cut off your heads, and kill all your women and children, I will burn your houses, and turn you into slaves, worse than humanoids, I am a nobleman, no one can do this to me, no one!"

He did not look like a nobleman when he was crying.

Andy spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, tensed his body suddenly, kicked the wall with his feet, swung to the little nobleman, and rewarded him with a head hammer.

The little nobleman screamed and simply sat on the ground and began to cry.

He was too noisy, and the whimpering sound made Andy's heart feel an unknown fire, but he couldn't say anything cruel to the sad little nobleman, those ugly words were reserved for assholes, cowards and Traitor's.

The little nobleman was just stupid, and I'm afraid he was also frightened. After all, from birth to now, no one dared to think about his butt, and even did it in practice.

The strong sense of insult and fear entangled must be vented.

Andy grinned.

"Cry, cry, I'm afraid the big guy just now can't wait to see you like this." Before the little noble could speak, Andy continued, "I heard his footsteps."

The little noble shuddered suddenly, and lost his voice as if he had been strangled by the neck.

Andy's ears were finally cleared. He didn't understand where the little nobleman came from so many tears. Although he cried too, Andy felt that he was crying like a man at least. He laughed in his heart, but his exhaustion came like a sea tide , Limbs and stomach ached terribly, and he wanted to sleep even more.

When he goes out, he must go to the goddess of the moon to ask for some blessed holy water, even if it costs two silver coins, he is willing.

After a while, the sound of boots stepping on the ground came over.

"Who are you? What's your name?" The little nobleman had a silk bag on his head, and he could only roughly find Andy's location.

"Thank you." His voice was hoarse, but his voice was not bad: "Are you being hung?"

Andy closed his mouth tightly, not wanting to say a word, the little nobleman was probably too nervous, the lesson just now was enough to impress him deeply.

"I was caught while hunting." He began to talk to himself, probably regaining his reason after the madness: "Birch Forest, do you know? It's at the foot of the Red Pine Snow Mountain, which is far from my house. Very near, my steward will soon find out that I am missing, and he will come for me."

"It's up to you to wait until he comes with the ransom." Andy's tone was not very good, after all, he had been beaten in vain: "I hope you keep your mouth shut before that."

The little nobleman was silent for a while, and probably shrank into a corner a little annoyed. After all, he had condescended to take the initiative to talk, which was unimaginable in the past, and this country bumpkin still seemed to ignore his answers.

Andy had time to think for a while. He wandered to Yeyuhai recently. On the way, he followed a juggling troupe.

The duke was presumably rich and powerful.

From October onwards, horse-drawn carriages came one after another from the avenue, and went to the duke's territory one after another like moving ants. They belonged to the vassals and nobles, and they came to congratulate with gifts.

The wheels flattened the road and felled enough trees to build a magnificent mansion.

The huge convoy attracted robbers, thieves, merchants, scavengers, and even terrifying wizards, including Andy.

He also wanted to make some money from the Duke's mansion, and even specifically inquired about some news, and wrote a poem dedicated to the Duke. Generally speaking, on such occasions, the nobles would not hesitate to reward and ask for blessings.

It's a pity that it's all gone now, and Andy never thought that he would be so unlucky.

He couldn't help sighing, glanced at the dusty little nobleman in the corner, and couldn't help but say, "When will your housekeeper find out that you are missing?"

The little noble said: "I don't want to talk to you now."

"..."

I want to kill him.

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The ruthless duke probably needs to be tempered slowly, and he is still a nuisance and a crying bag.