Reborn Ancient Western Europe

That conversation didn't last long.

When Carodia walked out of the house, the expression on her face was very calm, the kind of calm frozen by the cold.Wilson noticed blood on her nails, but didn't ask any questions.

His job is to take orders and execute them.

He never asks unnecessary questions.

Carotti looked up at the sky, it was just past noon, but the sky was as dark as evening.The north wind blows quietly on the treetops, shaking the few withered yellow leaves that have not yet fallen.

In the open space in the center of the village, members of the guards were sitting in twos and threes scattered on the ground.They occasionally exchanged a look, but they didn't talk.The horses gathered together, rubbed each other's necks, and chewed the grass slowly.

This village in the snow seemed to be asleep, with a kind of gentle tranquility, silent to itself.Any changes in the outside world do not seem to disturb its tranquility.

Carodia suddenly wanted to bring Werther here to have a look.

She was silent for a while, and then said to Wilson in a low voice: "After the rest, take everyone back to the imperial capital."

Wilson nodded.

Angus walked out of the room slowly, frowning slightly, his and Wilson's eyes met for a short while, and then quickly staggered away.

"I can't go back to the imperial capital." Angus said in a low voice.

Summerster didn't kill him.

After the initial confrontation, the man suddenly smiled and gave up, crashing into his blade without warning.

He is suicidal.

But even so, the crime is still counted on him.

Carotti turned her head and gave him a cold sideways glance, and said, "In the imperial capital, no one would interrogate the guards of the Tislandi family."

Angus still frowned, but didn't say anything.

Half an hour later, Angus, who had changed his hair color, was on his way back to the imperial capital wearing the uniform of the guards.

No one had the desire to speak, and with the gloomy weather, the atmosphere of the journey became even more dull.

Carodia held the rein, the wound in her hand was no longer bleeding, but the faint pain showed no sign of stopping.

She knew that Angus was telling the truth, which made her more painful.

She didn't understand why Summerster would do this.She thought she knew him well enough, but at this moment she suddenly realized that she actually knew very little about him.

She didn't know why he was wandering, didn't know his past, didn't know when he became the lord of Yemool.She didn't even know why he chose to die.

This realization simply made her feel hopeless.

She still didn't change her intention to kill Angus, but at the same time, Carodia knew that even if she killed Angus now, she wouldn't feel any relief.

Thinking about these things that made her more and more desperate, she felt that the wound on her hand began to ache again.She couldn't even tell whether the pain came from her own wound or from her own heart.

Just when Kaluodi was in a trance, a slight commotion suddenly came from the front of the team.The leader, Wilson, gave a low voice to the restless horse, and his voice brought Carodia back to her senses.

She looked up, and the cold light reflected from Wilson's unsheathed sword came into her sight.She was about to say something, but was quickly attracted by the sudden appearance of an unexpected guest.

It was a petite person, his whole body was wrapped in a black cloak, only the hand holding the rein was exposed in the air.Those hands were beautiful, and Carotte knew with just one look that they must be a young and pampered woman.

Her skin is so good, only nobles who have nothing to do can take care of it so meticulously.

She is not suitable to appear in this remote and desolate village at all, but is more suitable for drinking afternoon tea in a certain villa or attending a dance party.

Carotti looked at her, feeling a sense of familiarity, she might have seen this person somewhere.

The man gave a low cough, and then turned to Carodia's direction. The wide brim of the hat covered her face, not even a single strand of hair was exposed.

"Hello, Miss Carrotty, nice to meet you."

She said, although she deliberately lowered her voice, Carodia felt that the sense of familiarity was getting heavier and heavier.She felt that she had to correct her address, this person was obviously still a girl.

She hasn't changed her voice yet.

Carodia lowered her head and thought, but ignored Angus' tense body for a moment.

"There is something, very important, I think Miss Carroti will be interested in knowing." The girl seemed to be smiling lowly, but her fingers holding the rein began to tighten, protruding slender fingers joint.

"The cuckoo has taken over..."

"Angel! Shut up!"

She only started her words before being interrupted by Angus who suddenly spoke.

Carodia didn't know that Princess Emil also had the name Angel, so she just raised her eyebrows and looked at Angus who became angry.

"Miss Angel? Please go on."

Angel paused for a while, turned her head, and lowered the brim of her hat with her hand.He continued: "If I were you, I would check my nest. The cuckoo pretends to be your chick. Although the appearance is the same, the essence is already different."

Carotti frowned and said mockingly, "Is this a metaphor? You should strengthen your literary accomplishment."

"Say it again in a language I understand."

Carrotti ordered.

Angus looked at Angel and shook his head. The pleading in his expression was something Angel had never seen before.But he might not know it, but this only increased Angel's determination.

She glanced at Angus, and gradually made up her mind when she noticed the black shadows and haggard look under his eyes.

She stretched out her hand and pulled off her hat neatly.

"That being the case, let us clarify this matter, Mrs. Carroti."

Gray opened his eyes. The sunlight in the room was not strong, but the stimulation of the sunlight that he hadn't seen for a long time still made him shed tears involuntarily.

The warm liquid slid down the cheeks and down to the fossa of Ge Rui's neck, and then quickly turned cold.

He just lay there quietly, not even wanting to move a finger.

He had never felt that sobriety was such a thing to enjoy.

He could feel his heartbeat, breathing, temperature, flowing air, and the delicate sounds in the air.

The world was clearly surrounding him, and nothing could be more comforting than the boundless darkness and unknown in sleep.

Gray turned his head slightly and looked at his pillow, where Werther was sitting with his eyes closed.His slender eyelashes drooped, and he seemed to have a kind of quiet gentleness.

Gray moved his arm out of the quilt and lightly touched the corner of his clothes.

"Father."

he whispered.

Werther slowly opened his eyes, he froze for a moment, then looked down at Gray.His gaze has always been clear, like spring water formed by melting snow in spring, flowing cleanly on the stone.

But now, when he looked at Gray, his eyes were full of contradictions and struggles.

He took Gray's arm and gently spelled words on it with his fingers.

"sorry."

Gray whispered this word, and suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

"Father……?"

Werther didn't answer him again, he glanced at Gray for the last time, then lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

His lips were cold, but soft.

Gray watched him turn and leave, as if a certain part was missing in his heart, he just felt empty.

So what happened?

"woke up?"

Carotti strode in, looked coldly at Gray lying on the bed, her eyes and voice were full of undisguised disgust.

"Mother?"

Gray called out tremblingly, cold and fear swimming on his skin like some kind of sticky and slippery reptile.

"Don't call me that! You devil!"

Carotti yelled almost hysterically, she stared at Gray, her chest heaved unceasingly, showing the master's strong emotional ups and downs.

"I was so blind that I didn't see it. I actually believed the lie of losing my memory. You, a devil who occupies other people's bodies, should stay in hell forever!"

Gray looked at her, but couldn't make any sound.

The world began to collapse, and from this second onwards, some things can no longer be owned and cannot be recovered.