man, he looks ugly

For my marriage, Christine contributed all the lace, God knows how long she has saved up these beautiful and delicate laces, and in order to make these laces and ribbons come in handy for new dresses, we sat side by side and sewed live.

In order to get married, Eric needs to prepare many things.

First of all, he must have a legal identity.

Although in this era, some civilians lived their entire lives without being registered, but as a person with an identity, it would be suspicious if he did not have a legal identity for people to scrutinize.

Eric said that in this world, having money means being the best.

While we were talking about the private conversations of the girls, a young man burst in with a letter in his hand.

His cheeks were flushed from running, and his chest heaved violently.

"Miss Meg Geary, I am sorry to disturb you..."

I recognized it slowly, he seemed to be Philip's younger brother, called Raul?

Like a ghost, I turned my head to look at Christine. Her eyes widened and her lips were rounded, and she seemed more surprised by Raul's appearance than I was.

"I am the younger brother of the Earl of Chaney, and my name is Raul." He handed me the letterhead in his hand, panting hard while saying, "This letter was delivered to the mansion this morning, after my brother read the letter, I locked myself in the study, and about half an hour later, my brother went out with his valet, pistol and saber."

"Pistol, saber?" I was startled as I was unfolding the letter.

"Yes, I think his face is ugly, as if he is going out to find someone to fight. I dare not deny that he is indeed planning to find someone to fight, so I took the liberty to open this letter. Your name is inside, It just so happened that I heard about you from my brother again, so I hurried here on horseback..."

The content of the letter made me more horrified than Lauer's narration.

It not only exposes Eric's identity!He also explained clearly what Eric had done, as if he had personally experienced it!And finally, with bitter bitterness, he said, 'This vile, horrible murderer and arsonist is now pretending to be innocent to marry a ballet dancer of simple, clean birth, Miss Meg Geary... "

"Do you know where Philip has gone?"

"I have heard that he seems to order the driver to go to Brittany."

"Brittany?!"

God, Philip could possibly ask Eric to my father's grave!

"Mr. Raul, please help me prepare the carriage, I will go out immediately."

The carriage bumped all the way, and Raul drove for me himself. He cared about my brother very much, and he looked anxious all the way, never stretched his eyebrows, and his face was ugly.I'm sure I'm not much better off, because the thought of Eric and Philip fighting each other with swords in hand gives me shudders.

The sky was like a huge gray curtain, snowflakes like worn-out cotton jackets were falling sparsely, and the frost on the road surface was instantly crushed by the wheels of the speeding carriage.

When we came to the old church, there was already a thin layer of snow on the head of the statue of the Virgin.

Not far away, they heard the sound of metal sword blades colliding fiercely in the overly quiet cemetery.

"Oh my God!" Raul exclaimed, helping me to run quickly to the duel.

In front of the father's tomb, one black and one white figure was fighting to the death, the stern sword light frantically wandered around the body, making people's hearts jump with horror.

Philip had taken off his suit jacket and was wearing only a close-fitting white shirt, while Eric wore his black cloak like a bat bursting out of the night.

Their eyes were red from the beating, and they were evenly matched.

I almost dug my nails into the flesh before suppressing the scream in my throat, lest one of the two be killed by the blade with a single call.

But as time passed, Eric was still inferior to Philip, who had received professional swordsmanship education. I could only watch Philip stab Eric in the shoulder with his sword.

Almost instantly, my ears heard a sharp cry from my throat.

Blood splashed on the snow like a torn red rose, and Philip put away his blade.

"Eric! Eric!" I fell beside him, trying to help him up, covering the wound on his shoulder with my hand, a handkerchief, and a skirt, to stop the sticky blood from gushing out crazily.

Eric's face soon turned white, his lips lost their color, and his golden eyes were still fixed on me, "Don't be afraid, Meg, don't be afraid."

"Help him! Please, save him!"

In my last memory before I passed out, I just remember crying my heart out, kneeling on the ground and begging Philip and Raul for help.And Philip was silent for a long time before finally saying, "Raul, go ask Julian Bardes, I'll take him to the hotel first."

When I woke up, I was covered in cold sweat and had tears in my eyes.

In the dream just now, the mist was billowing, as if some terrible creature was lurking and driving me away.And I could only yell, Eric's name, and run wildly, until my heart and lungs were about to burst, but my steps dragged, and I couldn't find any support or help.

Finally, when I was dying of exhaustion, I finally found Eric. Wearing a black cloak and a golden mask, he walked up to me steadily...

However, the huge beast behind him has already opened its mouth!

"Eric!"

"Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay, Miss Meg." Raul hurried to my bed.

"Where's Eric?! Where's Eric?" I pushed his arm away from me and jumped off the bed.

It was found that there were water basins, several towels, piles of gauze and cotton stained with a lot of black blood on the ground. Eric was lying on another bed in this dilapidated hotel room, and Julian was wearing medical gloves. Bending over his shoulders, Philip was not in the room.

I ran to Eric's bed with bare feet and saw that he was in a coma, moaning in pain with cold sweat all over his head, and his lips were purple. I took his hand, and his nails were abnormally bruised. Compared with the pale complexion, it makes people feel even more frightened, "How is he?"

"The situation is not very good, the wound is not deep, but I can't suture the wound." Julian's eyes and hands were still busy around the wound, and he replied quickly with his mouth.

"why?"

"Because...it's poisonous." He looked at Raul hesitantly.

"Poisonous? Why is it poisonous?" The hairs on my back stood on end. Why did Philip hate Eric so much and want to put him to death?I would rather not have my own identity, status and reputation, and put poison on the blade!

"I'm afraid, he was already poisoned before he was sent here. The previous fight and this sword just made the poisoning worse." Julian answered after hesitation, but obviously, he was not very sure, "Now it's just Let the blood flow out... Wait for the antidote."

The waiting, which is a matter of life and death, seems to be an endless time, and the light by the window is getting dimmer and dim. My fingers trembled.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps coming from the stairwell, and I hurriedly opened the door.

Philip stood outside the door with a middle-aged man carrying a medical kit. Both of them were sweating profusely and dusty.

"Give the medical kit to Miss Meg, and the two of you don't come in."

I handed the heavy medical kit to Julian.

"Please save him."

"I will try my best." Julian took the medical kit, "You'd better stay outside the door and let them boil more hot water and clean towels. Raul can be my assistant."

When I closed the door, I felt that my feet were so weak that I could hardly stand up, but I still walked to the stairwell step by step, and called the innkeeper in a hoarse voice.

After finishing what Julian ordered, there was a pain in my foot, which made me kneel on the ground immediately.

It wasn't until this time that I slowly realized that my ankle was sprained at some point, and it was already swollen, with minor abrasions on the surface and pus flowing out.

Ballet dancers have more or less latent occupational diseases on their feet, so once the injury occurs, it will appear serious.But now, my whole body and mind are on Eric, my mind is in a mess, I don't even bother to look at my ankles, I simply cover my ankles with my skirt, out of sight and out of mind.

Philip came up to me at some point, and I didn't realize he was there until he spoke.

"You need to rest."

He stood in the shadows of the dark stairwell, his hair was only a little disheveled, like a stone man turned by Medusa.

"No, let me stay here, just here." I held my forehead and sat on the dirty floor without any image.

"It may be inappropriate to say these things at this time, but as a friend, I must give you my honest advice. You shouldn't be so worried about him. He's not worth it." His voice became low and exhausted.

"Philip, I don't deny that Eric has done a lot of excessive things... But he is my lover, and a good part of his mistakes are caused by me. If there is any guilt, it should be shared by us. bear."

Philip fell into silence, as if he never thought that I would reject him so decisively, "You are too stubborn, silly girl." After saying this, he disappeared into the darkness.

I leaned my head against the door frame, lost in thought.

The hanging of Joseph Bouquet, the stage in flames, all flooded into my head.

After being with Eric, I knew that the hanged Bugai accidentally broke into Eric's mechanism, and chose to commit suicide because of fear and timidity. When Eric found out, his body was already cold.

But without Eric's numerous traps in the opera house and using them, Bugat would not have committed suicide...

God, I can't think about it anymore, if I think about it anymore, I'm going crazy.

Wait until dawn, and think about them when it is dawn.

I cowardly made excuses for myself.