Chetlow Manor

A thick cloud drifted across the sky, covering up the brilliance of the moon, and there was no wind that night, and the castle fell into dead silence again.The shadow of the tree branch is like the sharp claws of some kind of raptor, ready to tear apart this temporary peace anytime and anywhere.

Moen tiptoed forward against the wall, and the candle burned quietly on the silver tray he was holding, leaving white tears of blood drop by drop.Moen had a premonition in his heart, but he couldn't say what it was. Now, like a puppet led by fate, he approached the room at the end of the basement step by step.

The deeper he went, the more dust accumulated and floated into his nose, it was a damp and faint smell.He pricked up his ears to carefully distinguish all the sounds in the basement.

No singing, no whispering.

Suddenly, there was a cough, and then calm returned.Moen could only hear the sound of his breathing getting heavier and heavier. He was not mistaken, there was a man here, a man was imprisoned underground in the Duke's Castle!

Who is he?

Moen touched a dagger he had hidden in his coat. It was something he brought into the castle. It was originally intended to deter thieves he might meet on the road, but he didn't expect to use it here first.

"Tuk tuk tuk", he knocked on the door three times, only the echo in the corridor answered him.

"Is anyone there?" he asked quietly.

There was another cough in the room, and then the rough male voice: "Day, or night?"

The cloud that covered the moon finally dispersed, and the clear moonlight once again shone down on the ground, but the basement was still dark, only the light of a candle in Moen's hand could reach, and the outline could be vaguely seen. .Just then, the church bell rang.

The man inside let out a loud laugh: "Heiye, can't the night stop your footsteps?"

The voice was almost squeezed from the friction of the vocal cords. Moen couldn't imagine that it was a human voice. He felt the hairs all over his body stand upside down, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, firmly nailed On the ground, he was both curious and frightened, but he couldn't speak a word.

"Hehe, I almost forgot where you came from..." the man said to himself, "You devil, go back to your hell!" The wooden door was suddenly hit hard from inside, accompanied by the man's hysterical A curse.

Morn took a step back in fright, and the candle oil dripped on the ground.

He turned and ran towards the stairs suddenly, as if chasing by a ghost behind him.

There was chaos in his mind, Moen didn't know what to think about first, he seemed to know a secret that Huden hid in Chetlow Castle, but what was this secret?He felt that he should leave as soon as possible, no matter what method he used, if nothing was discovered, as long as the servant returned the money, he would leave the manor immediately, that was the only way to go.

He went upstairs in such a hurry that he didn't even see who was coming, and he rushed straight into Hughden's arms. As soon as he let go, the candle and the tray fell on the marble floor together, and there was a harsh noise. Afterwards, the candlelight struggled a few times before being completely extinguished.

"What are you doing?" A cold and deep male voice entered Mo En's ears.

Moen felt his voice trembling: "I, I can't sleep."

In the darkness, only the pale white light of the moonlight provided some illumination. He saw Huden's expressionless and pale face, and a pair of green eyes wandering over his body like a ghost wandering in the world.

"Your Highness, I'm really, sorry to disturb your rest."

He saw that the corners of Hughden's mouth turned up, showing a smile, but that smile didn't make him feel at ease, because Huden suddenly pushed him against the wall in the next second, and Huden restrained his waist with one hand. Struggling, the other hand was still thoughtfully placed behind his head.

What is he going to do, hit someone?

The expected pain did not come, Mo En closed his eyes tightly, feeling a piece of warmth falling on his neck, the tip of the tall man in front of him twitched a few times, like a predator sniffing prey, smelling Mo En body smell.

"Well, damp...dust." Hughden went all the way up, leaning his lips against Moen's ear, "Where have you been, little guy."

Morn felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on his head, and his palms were full of cold sweat. Now Huden felt like a vampire in a horror story, even though his voice was very soft, and even his questions were very gentle , but it still made him shudder.Moen couldn't make any sound, his teeth were biting on his lower lip.

"Let me guess," Hughden stroked Moen's black hair slowly with one hand, and then stopped, "The basement?"

Morn took a deep breath and shook his head.

"Well, there's actually nothing there, but I'm afraid that others will damage my mother's belongings, so no one cleans them all the year round." Hughden let go of him, "There's nothing to be curious about, little guy, the dust there will Your airway is damaged."

Moen recovered his voice: "Understood, Your Excellency the Duke. I just wanted to go to the kitchen to find a glass of milk, and Anna told me that it would help me sleep."

"Really," Hughden was still staring at him, but seemed to have regained his elegant and gentle gentleman image, "it was my negligence. I will ask Anna to bring you a glass of milk before going to bed."

Hughden picked up the candle oil lamp on the ground for him, relit it, and put it back in his hand, "It's not safe to walk in the castle at night, don't come out by yourself, call the servants if you have something to do. Go, good night."

Moen didn't know how he walked back to the room, and he didn't know, just after he left, Hughden walked down the spiral staircase step by step in the dark.

He saw outside the closed door, a drop of candle oil fell on the ground, like a drop of white blood, showing a splashing state.

"Poor little guy." He stared blankly at the ground.

The castle returned to silence, only the moonlight shrouded the earth. Bats swarmed across the sky, swallowing the flying insects one by one, before they could utter a shriek, those flying insects ended their lives.

Dogs were barking from the distant town, and the whores on the road passed by, leaving a series of sharp and mean laughter, but they were all lost in the wind.