before he was crowned king

The rain gradually subsided, covered by the "humming" sound of the wind, the branches danced wildly in the wind with their fragile branches and leaves, hitting the adjacent windows, and howling like ghosts and wolves in a funeral.

Janice walked in with freshly brewed black tea, and the light pink and sweet aroma permeated the warm and luxurious room.Different from the usual solemnity, today's Mrs. Mary has loose hair and is wearing a loose bathrobe, leaning halfway on the couch, with her eyes closed, as if she is meditating on something.

"Ma'am, Master Erics has already left for the southern territory with his entourage." Janice knelt on the ground, respectfully holding the black tea to Madam Mary's hand, "The invitation of the royal family was sent to the mansion yesterday. "

"Yeah." Madam Mary dragged out a lazy ending, "Arix is ​​my son, his path must be broad and bright, I think Norman will be relieved to see it."

"The news has come. Tonight should be the last night of the person outside the gray wall. I will go and burn it myself." Janice paused and said, "I heard that Master Erics went to see him before he left. that one."

"This child is always kind-hearted where it is not necessary. I don't know who inherited this temperament."

"Ma'am—" Janice paused.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Janice lowered her head, "I want to ask what should I do if Master Erics comes back and asks about the gray wall?"

"What should I do? Birth, old age, sickness and death are nothing more than normal. Even if the God of Light came into the world, there would be damned people who couldn't be saved."

"Master Alex is close to that person. I think if there is a rift between you and Master Alex because of this trivial matter, then..."

with a snap.

One side of Janice's face was slightly red and swollen.

"I'm his mother. Would he fight his mother for a dead person?" Mrs. Mary's face was blushing strangely, and her expression was a little ferocious.

"Sorry, ma'am, I was the one to talk too much."

"He is my son and he will never betray me."

"Yes." Janice whispered.

"Get out." Madam Mary's chest rose and fell slightly, her expression was extremely irritable, "You lowly person."

Janice covered her hot half of her face and knelt on the ground to clean up the messy ground one by one.

"Add a little more." Just as she was about to leave, the woman who was weakly leaning on the sofa said.

"Yes." Janice picked up a delicately textured iron box from Mrs. Mary's dresser, took out some black particles with a spoon and sprinkled them in the burning fireplace.

This kind of black particle is called "Radelle", and it is a very popular incense among the nobles of Saint Via. It can bring people a wonderful dream experience.

It is a symbol of wealth that the poor have no access to.

Because such a small box is worth tens of thousands of Queen's coins.

Janice closed the door gently, and the woman lay there quietly, talking to herself, the sweet and dreamy aroma filled the whole room.

Sean lay quietly on the bed.

Joe found a large bunch of keys from nowhere and returned to the house, and then tried to match the iron lock on it in front of a large box with his back on his back.

"Is Dr. Jason out?" Sean asked casually.

"Well, the doctor went out at noon, and I'm afraid he'll be back in a while." Joe's voice was a little flustered, which showed that he took the key secretly while Dr. Jason was away.

"I remember that Dr. Jason seemed to use a copper key." Sean spoke in a soft voice.

"Brass key?" With Sean's reminder, Joe's scope of matching suddenly became much smaller.

"opened!"

Joe frowned, then took out a yellow reagent from the box, and came to Sean with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Viscount, I, I don't know how to inject reagents, why don't you wait for the doctor to come back."

"I...may not be able to last until then." Sean's voice became lower and lower.

"Then what should we do?" Joe was at a loss.

"My arm—"

Under Sean's gesture, Qiao Yiyan took the limp arm out of the quilt, and the sickly white skin was covered with pinholes.

"Just follow the doctor's injection position and inject the needle in." Sheen said.

"Okay...okay, I see." Holding the needle, Joe's hand trembled violently, and the young man's wrist was already unsightly, and the bruises and bruises made people feel frightened.

After finally finding an empty space, Joe exhaled nervously, and finally sank the needle into his pale skin trembling.

After one injection and ingestion of the medicine, Sean's spirit suddenly seemed to improve a lot.

"Could you bring me a paper and a pen?" Sean looked at Joe with a calm expression, "If it's convenient, I'd like to drink the scented tea you made again."

"Okay, Viscount, I'll go and prepare for you right now." Joe agreed without even thinking about it. The request of a dying person is really hard to refuse, not to mention that this person is going to leave him a life before he dies. fortune.

The shining blond hair shook slightly, and the man watched everything from the shadows. When Joe closed the door, he saw the young man slowly rolled off the bed wrapped in a quilt.

"What are you doing?" He frowned, watching the young man climb up to the unclosed box in an extremely embarrassing manner.

Sean did not respond to the man's question, he was quickly and calmly scanning the contents of the bag.

"These potions can't save your life, they can only stimulate your spirit and muscles."

His rosy eyes shrank suddenly, and he watched Sean inject the remaining five stimulant reagents in the box into his body one by one without hesitation.

After ingesting a large amount of stimulant medicine, Sean's face was flushed with excitement.

His body was still very weak, but under the strong stimulation, his limbs, which had been numb for a long time, finally gradually regained consciousness, and he could barely move under his own control.

Then, Sean took out a rubber tourniquet from his bag, opened a brown medicine bottle, and smelled the smell inside.

"What are you going to do?" The man seemed to be talking to himself, all the actions of the young man had exceeded his expectations.

What could be done with such a dilapidated, powerless body?

He couldn't imagine.

After a while, Joe came in with a cup of steaming scented tea.

The young man was still lying quietly on the bed, but it was only time to make a cup of tea, and he seemed much weaker than before.

It seems that they will be able to return to Rose Manor soon.

"Viscount, your scented tea." Joe handed over the teacup.

"Thank you." The young man raised his hand tremblingly.

Does he really have the strength to hold the teacup?

Qiao was thinking like this, when he heard a muffled sound, the teacup was already overturned on the snow-white quilt, spreading out large areas of water stains.

The skin on the young man's arm was also reddened by the tea.

Really bad--

If I knew it earlier, I would have fed it to his mouth.

Joe couldn't help complaining in his heart, and then quickly bent down to pick up the teacup, ready to deal with the mess left on the bed.

At this moment, a sudden force of gravity pressed against his spine.

Before Joe could react to what had happened, the wet cloth covered his face, and he was deprived of a clear vision and the freedom to breathe in an instant.

What's worse, his neck is being strangled by something like a python.

The pain of lack of air made Joe's body struggle instinctively, and he jumped like a dehydrated fish.

However, it didn't take long before he gradually lost the strength to resist, and completely turned into a dead fish on the chopping board.

After a few minutes, the people under him stopped struggling, and Sean knew that the induction of the anesthetic had begun to work.

He loosened the tourniquet in his hand, panting continuously, and sweat soaked his thin shirt.

"Is he dead?" the man asked.

"No, I was stunned, I don't have enough strength to strangle him."

Sean struggled to drag Joe out of bed, then limped to the box, and pulled out a beautiful ivory case from inside.

Inside the case was an iron spring lancet.

This is the tool that Dr. Jason used to bleed him, and there are many scratches left by this thing on his body.

"Knives of this size are usually bled to livestock like horses," Sean said softly.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, Sean calmly and accurately sent the lancet into Joe's throat.

"He's dead now." Sean didn't pull out the knife in a hurry, but pressed the wound with a tourniquet.

Because it keeps the blood from splattering everywhere.

"Are you ready to take revenge?" the man asked.

"I've been in a coma for the past few days, and I've thought a lot in the dark." Sean pulled out the lancet decisively, his eyes drooping slightly, "Perhaps as you said, I don't really want to live."

"But that doesn't mean I'm willing to be manipulated even in death." Sean raised his head to look at the man and said calmly, "No one can abandon me like a pawn."

"Even if it's a predestined arrangement."

The black eyes stared at him for a moment, like a fleeting illusion, and he seemed to be able to touch the flame-like heat from those eyes.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-2720:58:54~2020-03-2821:04:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: February, don't delay me to see a beauty;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of physical cats, etc.; 1 bottle of horned eagles eating squirrels;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!