Chetlow Manor

Where did this go?

Moen chased from the hall to the outside, looking around, there were no crowds.The edge of broad-leaved trees exudes pale white light under the moonlight, and the stone fountain gushes water quietly.Moen was panting, and it was almost a race to catch up with his ungrateful younger brother - he was not good at this kind of stuff.

This should be the back garden of the castle?

Moen stood where he was, carefully discerning the direction.However, some small voices suddenly blew into his ears along the breeze, and Moen froze for a moment, showing embarrassment, heck, someone is actually fighting in the field here!

In the end, Boris was not found, and it turned out that he ran into this kind of thing.What on earth do these nobles think, they can do such obscene things without the slightest sense of shame!

Moen slandered, feeling remorseful, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Where are you going?"

A figure came out from the shadow of the building behind, Laurentius Moen looked at him warily.This person is very abnormal tonight, he has been sticking to him like a follower, Moen is a little naive, but he is not stupid - he does not believe that Laurentius is really what he said this time. to reconcile.He must have his calculations, Moen can only adapt to the situation.

Morn took a few steps back to distance himself from Laurendi.

Laurendi sneered: "If you step back, you will disturb the couple who are enjoying themselves."

Morn lowered his voice: "What are you following me for?"

"I'm afraid you'll get lost, Moen, don't you believe in my sincerity in reconciliation?"

Do not believe.Moen showed a polite and distant smile: "Then we have reconciled and your goal has been achieved, Laurentius, can I leave?"

"Oh, you're not interested in this place at all. There are many things to do here." Laurentius raised his eyebrows, acting very frivolously.

"Forgive me for not finding the slightest pleasure in these dirty things."

"Really..." Laurentius smiled, "I heard that you can relax in the bed of the Duke of Hudden. Why, can you only find fun when you are under a man?"

"you……"

Moen felt his head explode. Anger and shame all rushed up together with the blood.He knew that his expression must be ugly, but what Laurentius said was true, how did he know?

"Nonsense!" Moen tried hard to calm himself down, but his clenched fists exposed his heart, "Don't try to irritate me with these messy lies!"

"Whether it's a lie or not, you know it in your heart!"

Taking advantage of Moen's inattention, Laurentius rushed over, cut Moen's hands behind his back, his other arm strangled his neck from behind, and covered him with a handkerchief with a strange fragrance snout.

Moen's strength is no match for Laurenti's. He struggled to no avail. He only felt that time was getting slower and slower, and his consciousness was getting more and more chaotic. He tried to open his eyes, but his vision was still gradually dimming...

"Actually, you are the real despicable person, Moen..." Laurentius' voice reached his ears, and gradually he couldn't hear it—he passed out.

……

"...is he in there?"

"Of course, the carriage is ready and we can leave early tomorrow morning."

"Where's the red-haired boy who got in the way?"

"I told him that his master will stay here overnight and return to Chetlow tomorrow."

……

Moen fell into a coma for a long time, and when his consciousness gradually returned to reality, he felt endless exhaustion sweeping through his body—obviously, the effect of the medicine hadn't worn off.Since he couldn't lift his eyelids, he turned all his attention to his hearing.

Unsurprisingly, one of the voices was that despicable villain, Laurentius, and the other... was also very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't fully distinguish it for a while, oh, his brain It was like a rusty gear, thinking for a while, and soon fell asleep again.

When I finally woke up, I was woken up by the sound of the clock striking, four times, four o'clock in the morning.

It was not yet time for the carriage to set off.

Moen was sure that he was still in that damned castle, but those noisy and dissolute nobles had disappeared.Maybe he returned to his own place after being happy, or maybe he slept soundly somewhere in the castle.In short, the castle is now falling into dead silence. The only thing that makes Moen feel lucky is that the moonlight seems to be very bright this night, shining into the room, so that he can barely see the situation inside.

Unlike those other abductions, there were no dirty floors, dripping ceilings, stench, or harsh conditions of any kind.This is a very ordinary single bedroom, which looks like a guest room in a castle, with a bed, a set of desks and chairs, and even a bookcase, where books that have not been read for an unknown period of time are scattered here and there.

Morn got up from the bed, took two deep breaths to calm himself down, the matter had reached this point, he had to find a way to save himself.It is almost impossible to escape from a huge castle alone, and the surrounding situation is completely unclear.The safest way is to ask the outside world for help...

Who to turn to?

The face of Oharis Hutton immediately appeared in Morn's mind.

Moen thought for a moment, and decided to follow his instinct—Hughden would come, and he was the most suitable candidate.On this point, Moen has a kind of trust that he can't explain. He claims that he doesn't know much about Hughden, but when Huden treats him... he is indeed sincere. He said "the matter is over" , which means that the past of the Lanson family will no longer be pursued. (From a certain point of view, this is much better than the bastard Laurendi)

Moen found the paper and pen for writing in the room, and wrote down a string of words.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the corridor.

Moen's heart was beating fast, he quickly put the pen back to its original position, sandwiched the note in a book, and quietly placed it on the ground behind the desk.If you come in through the door without looking carefully, you won't find a book on the ground, and even if you find it, you'll just think it accidentally fell from a nearby bookshelf.

However, Moen knew that Alex was an extremely careful boy who loved books, and if he had the opportunity to enter the room, he would definitely find the note in it.

Then... then...

While letting his brain run at high speed, Moen returned to the bed with the lightest movements in his life, closed his eyes and fell asleep.The footsteps came up the last step, getting closer and closer along the corridor.

However, what if Hughden knows the news but is unwilling to rescue him? !After all, the significance of cooperating with emerging nobles like Laurentius is far greater than tearing one's face.

This thought suddenly appeared in Mo En's mind, and his heart skipped a beat. This thought not only made him feel flustered, but also made him feel a chill from head to toe. What kind of emotion is this?Are you disappointed, are you sad...

Things have come to this point, choosing to trust is a gamble, and the last chip is his life.

Regret?

Before Moen could finish his wild thinking, the door was opened.

Laurentius' arrogant voice was chilling: "Are you awake?"

Morn lay motionless on the bed, breathing evenly, and didn't even blink his eyelashes.

Laurentius smiled triumphantly, and reached out to touch Morn's face, "Just with this face... Heh, it's quite capable, but it's a pity..."

Mo En endured the cold and slippery fingers to rub his face, it felt like long worms in the water channel, clinging to his face, it was extremely disgusting.

"It seems that the inhaled powder is enough..." Laurenti whispered to himself.

Oh, thank God for that.Moen thought in his heart, fortunately he had the previous experience of "wood chrysanthemum in milk". As soon as he smelled this sweet and greasy aroma, he subconsciously held his breath, which shows that the amount of medicinal powder he inhaled was much less than he imagined.