Chetlow Manor

The gentle wind in midsummer blows across the vast land of northern France, and the plants in Chetlow Manor are ushering in the most craziest growth period. They grow quietly, with full strength, and thorn bushes completely surround the entire castle. corners of the territory.

There was no chance of escape—Morn dismissed the idea too.Escaping from a duke's domain was too difficult and costly.Plus, anyway, Hughden had promised him that he would let him meet his parents, and then stay or stay, Huden said it was up to him.

Moen expressed doubts about this, if he was imprisoned in the castle after such a big fight, could he be let off so easily?

"You don't need to worry about it, little guy." Huden said, "I should get it back from the Lanson family, and I will get it back naturally. But... speaking of it, you may not be willing let's go."

Shit, who wouldn't leave!

Mo En silently slandered.

This is a very good day. The small church in Chetlow Castle is still open, but this church is not for the town’s civilians to come in casually. Only the knights and first-class servants in the castle have the opportunity to use it. There are masters of the castle.

Perhaps it was Mr. Duke who finally realized his mistake. His attitude these two days can be said to be merciful, using practice to verify what he said: as long as Moen is obedient, then all his demands will be met.

Moen got permission to go to the chapel. Oh, of course, Mr. Duke doesn’t allow him to walk around alone, so he followed a few guards not far behind him. They were tall and expressionless, looking It was as cold as the metal armor on them. Moen didn't know what rank these guards were. They had no other symbols on them except the badge of the Huden family.

Although the church in the castle is small, it has all internal organs. It is a closed courtyard with only an iron gate connecting it to the outside.So Morn could go in alone, while the big guys stayed outside the door.

Freed from those annoying sights, Moen felt as happy as a bird released from a cage, and the fresh air entered his lungs, making him feel comfortable all over.

A beautiful children's voice chanted from the steeple church-it was the time of worship.

Moen opened the door and quietly walked into the church, and sat on the last row of pews.There were not many people who came to pray. They sat down in twos and threes. On the stage was the old priest Fried. Just like the news Moen had received before, it seemed that Priest Fried was indeed a person Huden trusted. He saw that It looked almost the same age as the church, in stark contrast to the choir boys who were singing.

Regardless of new life or vicissitudes, they are all equally devout, clasping their hands, praying to the sky outside the dome above their heads, singing like sounds of nature, or humming calmly.

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However, the sufferings of life still come as before, and some people always worry about today's bread or tomorrow's ideal.

Almighty Lord...

Moen looked up at the vaulted dome of the church, he didn't know what his life was like, he seemed to mess it up, he still... But he thought, God will forgive him, after all, he never I did something against my conscience.

He felt more relaxed than ever, and sure enough, the clean singing of these children can really calm people's hearts.

After the ceremony was over, the crowd slowly dispersed, and old priest Fried also walked into the confession room, ready to listen to people's stories.

Moen sat on the bench without moving.

A few white pigeons flew in from outside the church. The nuns here would occasionally sprinkle some grains on the ground to feed these pigeons, so they looked very bold, purring and pacing in the church.

Moen noticed a man sitting on the bench in the front row, his back straightened and motionless.

Even though he was wearing normal uniform, Moen recognized him - he was the knight who took him away from the street that day, he should be the knight commander of Hudden.

Surprisingly, after taking off the knight's heavy armor, his back is thinner than Moen imagined, and he has the temperament of a young knight. He may not be very old, Moen thought, maybe only a little older than him Two or three years old.

Mo En looked at his back, and said coldly: "If you have something to say to me, you might as well turn your head."

He noticed this man when he first walked into the church, and even met his eyes once. This man was deliberately waiting for a chance to be alone, and Morn decided to give him this chance.

Hearing this, Mr. Cavalier let out a chuckle from his throat, stood up, and walked slowly towards Moen.His head was held high, showing disdain, and his expression was almost the same as Jeff's, but as a deacon who had received an orthodox butler education, at least Jeff didn't show it that clearly.

Moen frowned: "Listen, I respect chivalry, but I don't intend to respect a rude person."

……

There was no answer, and the man's attitude of turning a deaf ear to it made Mo En's relaxed good mood swept away.

"What right do you two have to look at me like this? After all, you are just a bodyguard, a loyal dog of Ohairis Hudden," Moen's upbringing made him maintain a calm appearance, but he couldn't restrain it He uttered words full of dissatisfaction, "With all due respect, Mr. Knight Commander, you have no right to look at a noble like this."

Mr. Knight Commander let out a cold snort from his nose. It wasn't until he walked in front of Moen and looked down from the top that Moen realized that the man in front of him really had the aura of an excellent knight - strong and proud .

"Cremont." Mr. Knight bowed very casually, as if it was a painful thing to abide by etiquette, "Nice to meet you, Morne Ranson... Your Excellency."

"Hello, Clement." Moen sat firmly on the bench with his arms folded, and didn't care that he needed to look up at the young knight, "Maybe I should thank you for not calling me by my name, even if it is A rather ceremonial thing to do."

"Hey...to tell you the truth, I really hate your pretentious aristocratic accent." Clement sat down beside him without any politeness, and put one arm around Moen's neck. It was so big, Mo En felt that he must be trying to strangle himself to death!

"Listen, the son of a sinner is not qualified to come to church." Clement completely ignored Morn's flushed face.

"Cough...uh..." Moen breathed in with difficulty from his throat.

This finally attracted Clement's attention. He let go of Moen with regret, and apologized hypocritically: "My God, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect you to be so weak."

"Listen, Mr. Knight," Moen said coldly, "I don't think I offended you, but you acted like a barbarian! For the sake of the Duke of Hutton, please stop making trouble for no reason. Otherwise, I will think what kind of knight this master has!" Moen narrowed his eyes and threatened.

It can be seen that this guy named Clement is extremely loyal to Hughden, which just confirmed Moen's previous conclusion that this man, Ohairis Huden, really raised a group of loyal dogs.

Clement let out a sneer, but didn't make any more moves.

"Oh, my lord, what you said is really interesting..." He made a thoughtful gesture, and his originally heroic face seemed particularly unsuitable under this arrogant style, "Then I can also I understand that the son of a murderer like you must also be a murderer."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Clement's hostile eyes stopped on Moen, "God, you don't intend to pretend to be innocent to this extent? You should have known about Mrs. Bethel, your mother, doing those stupid things!"

"What?" Moen felt very strange, "I only know that she once, maybe... embezzled a sum of money from the Huwden family. However, I don't understand the murderer you mentioned at all. I think you have identified the wrong person. Mister Knight."

Clement's eyes widened, he spat, and said, "God, you are such a naive young master! If it was just for revenge on those money, do you think His Highness would put you and your damned brother under house arrest with such great fanfare? Here? In other words, the property of the Huwden family has doubled in the hands of His Highness, and it is easy for him to destroy the Lanson family. However, His Highness is a generous person, and he never cares too much about money. Oh, he Sometimes they even give relief to those tenant farmers who fled..."

Moen didn't want to hear a loyal dog constantly boasting about its master, so he interrupted him: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"I mean..." Clement made a smirk, "You don't know how Mrs. Winnie died, do you?"

"Ohiris Huwden's mother? Why should I need to know, and what does it matter to me?"

"Of course! She died because of your mother, you stupid young master!" Clement seemed irritated by Moen's attitude, and growled like an uncontrolled wild animal, "You know she was What a kind lady, she is even willing to save a thin orphan on the street, completely disregarding her status as a nobleman."

"And your mother...that goblin-like woman, she is simply an evil wizard!" Cremon gritted his teeth.

Mo En frowned, looked at him, and tried to suppress his anger: "Hey, listen, no matter what you say is true or not, you can't insult his mother in front of a son!"

"Oh yeah, I'm just stating the truth, my lord!" Clement looked very excited, with what might be called grief and indignation, "If she hadn't framed her, Mrs. Winnie wouldn't have been imprisoned." Going into the dark basement, how can she, a pampered woman, resist! She died, not suicide... This cannot be regarded as suicide, this is murder! Morne Ranson, this is indirect murder!"

Clement threw the long sword in his hand to the ground angrily, and the piercing sound of the metal disturbed the pigeons in the church, and they fled in all directions flapping their wings.

The church returned to calm again, and the sun still poured down from the dome like holy light, reflecting the various forms of the world.

"What are you talking about... I don't understand, sir..." Mo En took a step back, squeezed out a few words from his lips, and lost his voice again.

The old priest Fried heard the commotion outside, and ran out quickly despite the restraint of his robe, still holding the unclosed Bible in his hand.

"For God's sake, what's the matter?" He asked, turned to look at Clement, met Clement's red eyes, and sighed, "Mr. Knight Commander, you should Restrain your emotions...No matter what, Lord Lanson is His Highness' honored guest."

Cremon stood where he was for a while, his anger faded, and he looked even sadder.

After a while, he picked up his sword from the ground and said dryly, "I see...forgive me for being rude, my lord."

His voice was very low, even a little trembling: "I don't know why, Your Highness is still so tolerant to you. He is her only son, and I, I also regard her as my mother... in that On the street in the early morning, the moment she took the orphan's hand..."

This man, who may have been born and died on the battlefield, at this moment seemed to be overwhelmed by some heavy burden. He took a deep look at Moen, then turned and left.

"Please wait!" Moen suddenly stopped him.

The black-haired young man looked at Cremon with his clear eyes, and said, "I'm sorry to hear your story...but what I want to tell you is that everyone comes to this world independently, and I There is no need to be guilty of someone else's fault, even if it is my parents... So, I take back what I said before, you are you, Hughden is Huden, and I am not a sinner, Mr. Knight Commander."

"I forgive your recklessness, Mr. Knight Commander." Moen tried to pull the corners of his mouth to both sides, showing a smile.

This is the true pride of an aristocrat.

Clement stared at him blankly, and finally bowed to Morn, without any disdain this time.He walked towards the bright sunshine outside the church, leaving a determined back.

Moen suddenly felt that maybe things would be different. The gray-green eyes of Ohiris Hutton flashed in front of his eyes. All along, it seemed that he didn't really know the Duke. Even if he was out for revenge, he didn't Maybe there are some turning points?

"Father Fried, if you want, I think we can find a place to chat." He watched the pigeons fall back to the ground again, and said lightly.