As night fell, the hot sun sank into the earth without saying a word, and the bright moon covered with stars and flying snow hung high in the sky; The red blood castle, which has been noisy for a whole day, still has no plan to be silent. Joy and joy are still filled in every street.
Banquets, banquets, banquets... There is probably no second people in the world who like banquets more than the Baines! The farmers in the countryside at least once a month, while the nobles want to have it every day.
Luxury is like the hospitality of the red blood Castle palace, from the aroma of red wine stewed beef to the flame like spicy and delicious red blood wine; It is as simple as the family banquets in the town outside the city wall, lighting oil lamps and torches in the alleys, setting up tables and chairs, real charcoal roasted pig feet and hungry black bread, coupled with new wine made in the soil, it is as refreshing.
Considering that many foreign guests may not know about Byrne''s "banquet custom", Charlotte even placed long banquet tables in large and small squares and main streets in the city, filled with food and wine for people to enjoy.
From the red blood Castle palace to the outermost part of the town, countless people flow in the streets illuminated by fire and lights. The market in the daytime is not dispersed, but more lively.
On the street, on the roadside, in the hands of pedestrians, outside the shop, through the window... Flashing in the heavy snow, like the reflection of the Milky way.
No ruler can restrain his surging passion when he sees such a city - sitting in such a prosperous city means an elite army, sufficient taxes, and a powerful enemy. As long as the city is in hand, he will be invincible!
However, as the "master" of the city, the black haired wizard at this moment does not feel any pride. Instead, he is very uneasy and stands alone on the main altar of Bain cathedral.
Byrne Cathedral, once bustling during the day, is now cold and can''t see a person.
Of course, the party began. Everyone went to the red blood Castle palace. If it''s all right, why would anyone come here?
But
"Pa!"
The crisp sound, like the friction between high heels and bluestone, made the black haired wizard''s hair stand up somehow.
The black haired wizard, who was full of excitement, suddenly turned back, and a familiar figure appeared in front of the church gate; Through the light outside the door, a long shadow dragged out of the dark church, so that Loren couldn''t see her face at all.
"Xia, Charlotte?"
The expression is very not calm, some flustered black haired wizard asked tentatively.
"Well..."
With a lazy arrogant hum, the countess threw it away, and the exquisite wine glass fell to the ground.
Loren shivered again.
With a drunken pace, Charlotte looked up step by step from the gate to the black haired wizard; If Lauren could keep a little calm at this time, he could notice that Charlotte came on the "non-existent" red carpet on the floor according to Lina''s speed and appearance during the day.
Unfortunately, Loren is in a panic now.
Very flustered.
Because according to what the little priest said before, there should be at least Weber, Charlotte and Ayn here, plus him, a total of four people.
But now, four people are reduced to two.
"Did you drink?"
Loren asked tentatively.
"Yes, of course I drink - today is a party, and the party should drink hard!"
When she really walked in, Loren found that Charlotte was already full of wine. The faint pink extended downward from her cheeks and dyed her ears and eyebrows red.
Loren suddenly remembered that Charlotte was drunk before and instinctively shrank back.
"Where are you going?!"
Charlotte screamed at once.
"Not going anywhere!"
"Then why do you want to hide? Don''t hide..." after only two words, the staggering Countess exposed her drunken essence:
"Hide... Just want to run!"
Well, Loren wants to run more now.
"You, you... You..." shakily, Charlotte pointed to the black haired wizard with her right hand in a very "awkward" tone and asked, "why don''t you ask... Where did Ayn and Webb go?"
"I... should I ask?"
"Ask! Must ask!"
"All right..." bit by bit he moved back, and Loren twitched his throat: "where have they gone?"
"Who?" Charlotte asked deliberately.
"Ayn and Webb." Loren resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Hee hee... Hei Hei hei..." Charlotte, with a red face, showed a conspiracy like smile: "that little priest, I asked Charles to explain to him, and the time was changed to tomorrow morning; as for ayin..."
"I... got her drunk."
Huh?!
"Look at your nervous look, worry!" snorted coldly. Charlotte glanced at Lauren: "don''t worry, she has been helped back to the room by Lina to sleep - she''s drunk after only two bottles. Lottel''s drinking capacity is really bad!"
After pulling the corners of his mouth, Loren dared not say a word more.
"So, my dear Duke of Byrne, Loren Turin, guess..." Charlotte pressed closer and closer: "I''m so thoughtful and try my best to get a chance to be alone with you..."
"After all, for what?"
"I... uh... Don''t know."
Lauren smiled stiffly, "why don''t you tell me?"
Damn it, there''s no way back!
After reaching out and touching, there was the statue of the Holy Cross. In front of him was the countess who pressed step by step and hung a "successful smile" at the corners of her mouth.
"I tell you? Good..." Charlotte smiled and suddenly changed her expression: "I think action is more direct than words!"
As soon as the voice fell, the countess, who was shocked all over, rushed straight like a suddenly awakened lioness!
It may be because of drunkenness, or more likely because Miss Charlotte Turin, the owner of the great Turin family, did not have the skill of "rocket head hammer" in her knight training, so it was no accident
She''s crooked.
"Poop!"
At the last second, the frantic Loren had to take the initiative to meet up and steadily catch Charlotte; Of course, the price is a head hammer on the chest.
With inertia and impact, the two fell together under the statue of the Holy Cross.
Pop!
Before Loren could get up, the drunken Charlotte pressed his chest and thigh and pressed the black haired wizard under him.
"Don''t move!"
There was no need for her to "scold". Lauren didn''t have the idea to get up at all. She was really motionless - just now that she was entangled like an octopus, moving more would not help except to "wrap more tightly".
They were so close that Loren could hear her strong, firm heartbeat; Smell the perfume on her body, and the spirit of adulteration.
"I know..." the drunken Charlotte whispered in a half asleep tone, but her eyes looked at Lauren firmly: "what he said... Is true."
"The messenger of the Church... Deacon hilwick, what he said is true, all true - you are a fake Turin."
Loren shook violently!
He almost instinctively wanted to get up, and then Charlotte pressed him back with more determined strength.
"Dalton kand... He didn''t hide it from me when he made this plan." he looked at Lauren with flashing eyes:
"I saw the evidence with my own eyes. Gaiio Turin died in Arles. Leonardo Turin, who was drunk and dreamy, did not want to return to Bain, so he went to lottel."
"... as for gaio Turin, he may have had a son; but even if he did, I''m afraid he''s no longer in the world."
"... you met Leonardo about the third month after he arrived at lottel... Two years later, he died in a place called wild dog village, so you went to vimpal College..."
"... so you changed from Loren... To Loren Turin..."
The motionless Loren kept observing Charlotte''s expression.
"Don''t worry, Duke, your mentor didn''t betray you - he did so to let me make a choice." intermittently, Charlotte''s voice was calmer: "choose you or Turin."
"Ha ha... It''s strange, I''m also very strange, I chose you..." in a low hum and smile, with a thick self mockery: "I almost fought all my life for Turin, but in the end I gave up because of one person."
"But ah, I can''t feel any pain, sadness - I don''t know why, but I know I''m not sad, as if this is what I want, I feel... Feel... Relief..."
"I... Don''t have any sense of emptiness brought by loss, but free... Like from a curse..."
Charlotte murmured in a low voice, and her expression was a little trance.
A drop of crystal ran across her cheek.
"Loren, I don''t know what you really want to do... But I know that you and the black Duke are the same kind of people. You carry something that doesn''t belong to you but keeps urging you to do; compared with what you have to do, the survival of the Turin family is nothing to mention..."
"But, Turin... She is still my family and everything I have to fight for. I can''t watch her disappear from the world for any reason. I can''t do it;"
"When I can understand all this, I know that there is only one choice left for me - that is to tie the rise and fall of the Turin family to you."
Charlotte trembled and her eyelashes swung up and down: "even if you are not Turin, you must be Turin - you are Loren Turin, the Lord of Turin, the Lord of Byrne."
"You... Are our knight king, my knight king!"
Twitching his throat, Loren tried to free his hand.
"Pa!"
With a crisp sound, Charlotte clapped her right hand like a crab trying to escape.
"What do you want?"
Charlotte, who was just in a trance, immediately recovered her drunken but extremely vigilant appearance.
"No, don''t do anything..."
"You want to run away?"
"No, no... dare not..."
Loren immediately shook his head decisively and lost the dignity of the "Knight king" in an instant.
Of course, the premise is that this thing really existed.
"Lord Loren Turin, Knight King..." Charlotte, with blurred eyes and a trance look, pressed Loren under him and made him unable to move:
"For you, I gave up my position as the master of Turin. I promised you not to have a formal wedding. I would like to stand under the Holy Cross statue with you and receive blessings..."
"I gave up so much and sacrificed so much, don''t you think... I should be compensated?"
Between the words, Charlotte''s tone was a little more angry and wronged.
"Should, should, must, should!"
Lauren nodded hurriedly, but suddenly realized that there was something wrong: "that, that... What do you want to do?"
"What are you doing... I''ve spared everyone and emptied the cathedral. It took me so much trouble..." Charlotte whispered playfully and joked:
"What do you say?"
Huh?!
Lauren looked frightened.
He suddenly remembered the expression of Charlotte when she was drunk last time. She couldn''t even speak clearly. She was definitely not as organized and clear as she is now. She blocked herself to the point of being speechless one by one.
Sure enough... When I looked up again, I saw the countess laughing cunningly and put herself on the statue of the Holy Cross behind me.
The light outside the door lit up the statue of the holy cross over their heads, but the dark shadow completely shrouded the dark haired wizard.
Feeling the icy statue of the Holy Cross behind and the fragrance in front of him, Loren suddenly had the illusion of "desperate"
"Charlotte, that... Otherwise, you calm down first. I think we might..."
"Calm down? I tried hard to make a good situation, you let me calm down..." sneered. Charlotte took off the troublesome headdress and grabbed the black haired wizard''s throat with her right hand:
"My Duke, don''t you find that you are desperate - no one will come to save you even if you break your throat!"
"What''s more... Do you dare?"
"..." Loren Turin.
Seeing that he didn''t speak, Charlotte smiled more proudly.
The next second, Charlotte, who opened her collar, suddenly held the black haired wizard in her arms, as if to integrate him with herself - just like Isaac holding Lina during the day.
Although she didn''t speak, it doesn''t mean Charlotte won''t be jealous.
Feeling the slightly trembling body, the black haired witch''s body stiffened and struggled to get up.
"What are you doing?!"
Charlotte was quite alert.
"I... I''ll close the door."
"No, no one will come at this time!"
"Then you should... You should let me take off my clothes!"
"Then there''s no need..." the drunk girl, with a strong smile and momentum in her tone:
"Tonight, you just lie here motionless!"