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

Austin and Andy were obviously in a certain state. The dragon grabbed Najir's clothes and asked with difficulty: "Najir, you are not deliberately revenge, right? Dragon God, what medicine did you take, can you Remedy?"

Najeer's smoky eyes were full of confusion. He couldn't explain why something went wrong in the process of preparing the potion, and he seemed to be affected by some unknown influence.

As a wizard, it is difficult for him to defy this feeling of destiny. Nagel scratched his head in embarrassment, he is too busy these days: "Relax, there should be no problem, you know I never configure Poisonous potion."

The dragon was dubious. He loosened Najir's clothes and sniffed the cup: "Deep sleep flower, dragon's breath, the gift of the goddess, is this a potion with some kind of magical effect? ​​I think you should think about Austin." What should I do when I wake up? You know, he is a stingy man."

Nagel frowned: "The two of them drank - Untouchable Memories. The specific effect of this potion is difficult to define. Fortunately, it will not have any effect on the body. At most, it will be a sleep."

Nagel put the two sleeping people side by side, not noticing the Duke's hand moved, and shook hands with Andy.

The dragon knelt down and patted Austin's face.

"Hope nothing goes wrong, this guy is the last of the Phelps family."

Isa adopted the princely chronology, and was the only country among the three countries that did not adopt the Themis chronology.

August 33, Charles I.

In the Hall Manor located in Yeyuhai, an old clock tower burst into flames suddenly, killing a nobleman who had not inherited the title, and his bones were buried under the ruins, making it difficult to distinguish.

In the deep night.

Andy was condescending, staring at the fire burning in the clock tower.

This feeling is very strange, he seems to have broken away from the material world and turned into an illusory, night-like existence.

He can watch everything that can be watched, ranging from mountains and rivers to as small as a speck of dust, but he has a fixed perspective, and he can never leave the burning bell tower.

"It seems to be Hall Manor."

Andy felt familiar, yet a little inexplicable. He seemed to have forgotten something, but it seemed unimportant. A gentle voice guided him, telling him to relax and watch quietly.

It is so deceptive that people can easily give up thinking.

Then I'll just watch, Andy thought, he no longer cared about why he was here, and no longer thought about the state in front of him.

The fire in the bell tower did not burn for a long time. The servants in the manor saw the fire and quickly informed each other. Both the servants and the tenant farmers quickly gathered together and brought water tools to put out the fire.

Andy saw Neil rushing over, and couldn't help but get closer.

The bell tower was on fire, with thick smoke billowing, and the servants' rescue efforts did not have any real effect. The bell tower was far away from the water source, and it was very old, so it soon became a pile of burning logs.

Old Neil's face was pale, and he could hardly stand still. Julie held the old man's hand to prevent him from falling over emotionally.

"What happened, why are you here? Where is the Duke?" Old Neil tried his best to control his emotions, his eyes were sharp, as if he could read people's hearts.

DeWitt explained in a panic: "Because my cousin was not happy, I went to hang out with him. I didn't know how to get here. My cousin insisted on going up to the clock tower to have a look, but I was not allowed to follow. I was afraid of him, so I waited upstairs. I went down, but the clock tower was lifted for some reason, I was panicked... scared, so I ran to find someone, but when I came back, the fire was already burning."

Neil took a few steps back, unbelievable, that is to say, the Duke is really still in the clock tower and didn't run out?

He fell into great pain for a moment, his breathing fluctuated sharply, and his eyes were full of doubts about DeWitt.

Dwyde couldn't help but take a few steps back, putting distance between him and Old Neil.

The raging fire illuminated the night, and the servants were still trying in vain to save the bell tower, but the fire on the heights could not be extinguished. The orange-red flame was like the gaze of a demon, dyeing DeWitt's pale cheeks into scarlet red with fear.

Old Neil closed his eyes, as if he had aged dozens of years, and when he opened his eyes again, he regained his sense and calmness: "Master DeWitt, when the clock tower burns, is it from the top or the bottom. "

"From below, I found fire and smoke, so I couldn't rush in, so I had to ask for help." DeWitt followed up and said, "I heard my cousin calling for help. He was trapped. Let me find someone to help him." People put out the fire."

DeWitt's eyes were gloomy, and tears rolled down: "But I ran too slowly, and it was already late when I came back."

DeWitt first went to the nearest farm to ask for help. There was no problem at all. Sabo had speculated about all possible situations and showed DeWitt a standard answer. play on.

He pretended to be sad and dealt with Old Neil's endless questions, and if he couldn't answer, he would use crying and choking to prevaricate.

After the wood burned, it couldn't bear much weight. After a while, the bell tower made a loud noise and collapsed.

This means that if someone is trapped, there is no way to get them out.

DeWitt saw the sudden paleness of old Neil's face. The old man was so stimulated that when the servant brought out a scorched corpse from the extinguished fire, he was completely unable to stand still.

Andy looked at the scene in front of him in confusion. That corpse was Austin?

No, it's impossible.

Andy knew very well that Austin was still alive. Maybe he had experienced the fire, but he must still be alive. Andy's eyes swept over the people present one by one, the sad old Neil, the crying noble boy, they seemed to be It is certain that the Duke is dead.

The picture suddenly changed, and all the characters and voices disappeared.

Andy's eyes went dark, and he couldn't see anything. The thoughts in his mind surged in an instant, and it was hard to calm down. Countless questions seemed to be boiling his brain. Andy felt a severe headache, and he couldn't help groaning. chanting.

Soon, that gentle voice sounded, leading him to gradually give up thinking and watch quietly.

Time seemed to stop flowing.

In the endless darkness, Andy heard a low-pitched whisper.

The night was peeling off like a wall covering, and was wiped into ashes, revealing another picture.

This is a dim room with narrow windows and heavy curtains that block all the light and make it airtight, so it is difficult to see the specific decoration clearly, but the furniture and the big bed in the center can tell that this is the room. bedrooms.

A faintly burning candle was the only light in the room.

Andy blinked, slowly adapting to the dark light, and gradually being able to see things in the room clearly.

He first saw the young man lying on the big bed with short hair and blindfolded with a white cloth. He didn't seem very old, about fourteen or fifteen years old. His body was naked, and he seemed to have suffered extensive burns from his neck to his waist and abdomen.

Andy heard his muffled moan of pain.

Who is he? Andy looked around suspiciously. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly. He began to guess and focused all his attention on the boy.

bang.

Someone opened the door and came in.

Andy turned around and saw the noble boy who cried bitterly that night and a man dressed as a butler.

"DeWitt?"

The boy opened his eyes weakly. The room was too dark. Andy confirmed it several times until he saw those familiar green eyes, and then he recognized that he was Austin. To be precise, it was Austin three years ago. .

Andy's pupils shrank.

There was a silver jug ​​and glass on the bedside table. DeWitt poured a glass of water for Austin and fed it to his mouth: "Cousin, are you feeling better?"

Austin groaned, his voice was hoarse and ugly, and he had difficulty speaking. In addition, he couldn't see anything, and he seemed very flustered.

"How long have I been in a coma and when can I see Neil? I want to tell him something."

DeWitt glanced at Sabo, who responded with a smile, and he made up his mind: "You have been sleeping for three days, and Old Neil fell ill because of this incident. I don't need to say, you also know how worried he is about you. , Cousin, you need to rest fully and get well soon, Old Neil will be happy to hear that."

The expression on Austin's face looked a little dazed, holding a water glass in one hand, and his upper body could hardly move.

"Old Neil is sick." He murmured: "Then let him rest, well, then I can always see other people, I sleep all day, and I can't see them, I can't tell the difference." Clear day and night."

DeWitt smiled: "The priest said you should rest."

Austin was silent for a while, nodded, and ordered: "I want to see the priest again. I always feel that my eyes hurt. You go to the high priest for me. The other priests are too young. Maybe the high priest treats me poorly. Hurt has other opinions."

Dewitt was distressed: "The high priest has been ordered to go to the king's capital, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come for a while."

Austin's body trembled, he turned his head slightly, his chest rose and fell a little fast, he slowly put down the water glass, and leaned on the pillow.

"I want to rest, you go out, and someone will deliver food later, I want to eat pan-fried fish, mulberry pudding, and some salad."

"Of course, my lord, you may eat whatever you like."

DeWitt held Austin's hand, which showed the slender and bony feel of a young man, and was not injured in any way, and was still smooth and delicate, he said softly.

"Cousin, take a good rest."

Sabo nodded, and DeWitt stood up, looking back at Austin one last time, and blew out the candle.

Anyway, blind people can't see anything.

After going out, DeWitt couldn't help complaining: "I regret it, what's the use of us raising him like this, it would be terrible if someone finds out, kill him, Sabo."

Sabo smiled and shook his head: "Even if he understands Murk multilingual, His Royal Highness may not be able to crack the secret of the Little Silver Pot. We also need Austin. This is an equivalent exchange. You get the title, and His Highness gets Fei." Treasure of the Alps family, please don't do anything stupid."

DeWitt babbled, then remembered another troublesome thing, frowned and said, "That old Neil must be playing tricks these two days, trying to find trouble with me, I don't believe he would trust me so easily."

Sabo smiled lightly, and said lightly: "Don't worry, I believe that Old Neil will soon have no energy to think about these things. The loss of a daughter in old age is not a small blow."

In the room, Andy looked at Austin silently.

He was crying, his tears wet the cloth strips, and he was choking in a low voice, full of despair and helplessness.

"what do I do."

Austin wasn't that stupid, he was aware of it, but he could only pretend to be stupid.

Andy couldn't help being a little anxious. Austin didn't look like he was going to live long. Such a large wound, if not properly taken care of, might soon lead to a worsening infection.

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