Chetlow Manor

I don't know if it's due to Moen's psychological effects. He always feels that tonight the castle is not as peaceful as before. For example, the frequency of servants walking in the corridor has become higher. Is it because of the continuous rain?

He could almost hear his heart beating very fast, but he still had to try to keep calm, but what he didn't know was that his fingers holding Julian had turned white, and Julian obviously sensed that something was wrong , so following closely behind him did not make a sound.

After stumbling, the two finally came to the basement, and now the surroundings became as dead silent as ever, but Moen still had a bad premonition in his heart.

He stood in front of the closed door, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Is anyone in there?" Morn's voice trembled uncontrollably.

There was a sound of moving objects coming from the other end of the door.

Morn asked again: "Hello? I mean no harm."

Finally, the low and hoarse male voice responded to him: "You...you are not him, who are you?"

"Monn, Morne Ranson."

Just as Morn finished speaking, he seemed to hear the sound of something falling on the ground, and then, he heard the sound of a man hitting the door. Looks very strange) tone asked: "You say, what's your name?"

"Moen Lanson." Moen has calmed down a lot at the moment, at least the men inside can still communicate, which is much better than he thought.Moen needed to know from him where Huden's hostility towards him came from. Of course, he thought about running away overnight, but this was not realistic.

As Anna once said, the security of this castle is very good, and if His Excellency the Duke gives the order, not a single fly can fly in.In other words, if Hughden has already laid the material in his milk, then he can basically think about leaving on his own.

"Lanson..."

When Morn heard his surname coming out of the man's throat, he felt an indescribable weirdness.

"God..." The man seemed to have finally recovered from the shock, "That door, there is a window on that door that can be opened from the outside, you open him."

Moen looked back at Julian hesitantly, and his friend nodded to him.Even in summer, Moen's hands were cold now. He groped on the door, and sure enough, he found a small window that could be pushed and pulled at the height of one person, and it seemed that some food could be delivered inside.

Pulling open the somewhat shaky window, Moen looked inside.

The dim candlelight danced in the room, and the man stood there with his eyes wide open, looking back at Mo En.

The man's hair was disheveled and his beard grew in a mess, as if it hadn't been taken care of for a long time.He has not seen the sun for many years, his skin is an abnormal gray, and there are even some light spots on it, and the only color in his body is his pair of blue eyes, even though the whites of his eyes are covered with bloodshot , but it can't cover up the extremely thick touch of sky blue.

Julian leaned over, saw the man, and opened his mouth in disbelief, "My God...God bless, he looks too much like you!"

Moen felt that all the blood was flowing to the brain, but the brain was blank.Yes, although it is not as exaggerated as Julian said, the outline of this man is indeed the shadow of the Lanson family.

Nobles have always pursued the perfection of their bloodlines, even using inbreeding to keep their bloodlines pure, so on this continent, it has become easier for nobles to confirm their bloodlines.

For example, green eyes are rare, and pure blond hair is also very rare, but the Huwden family has always maintained such appearance characteristics, and at the same time, this is also a symbol of royal blood.Then when a commoner meets such a person, even if he doesn't know him, he will remain in awe.

As for Lanson, although blue pupils are very common in Europe, the probability of black hair and blue eyes appearing at the same time is not high, especially, the blue pupils of the Lanson family are extremely pure light blue.

Needless to say, the man in front of him has blue eyes. Although his hair is not pure black, it is obvious that it may only be caused by lack of light, and it presents a kind of dark brown.

"You," Morn's throat clenched, "do you know your name?"

The man looked at him, with many things mixed in his eyes, his expression gradually changed from shock to gentleness, he stared at Moen, as if he was looking through him at many other things that Moen couldn't understand.

"Yes, I remember my name." The man said slowly, "My name is, Lai Jia, Lai Jia Ranson."

Moen repeated the name: "Raija Ranson... who are you?"

While both parties were digesting the information, no one noticed that a sound of steady footsteps was coming from the long corridor in the basement.

Holding a dancing candle, the man approached the room at the end step by step, his handsome face gradually revealed from the shadow of the candle.

There was a smile on the corner of Hughden's mouth, and a pair of gray-green eyes locked tightly on Moen's frightened and distorted face. He walked slowly, and his voice was extremely soft, even with some joy: "He is your brother Ah, little one."

It was too late when Moen found Hughden, he and Julian were standing at the end of the corridor with nowhere to escape.His face was pale, and the appearance of Hughden had become the last straw. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into the flesh.

The man in the room obviously recognized Hughden's voice, and he yelled loudly: "Ohailis, you devil! It's been 11 years, so you can't let the Lanson family go?!"

"Oh, my dear Lyca, you look very energetic today." Hughden turned to him, smiling.

There was a look of despair on the man's face, and he pleaded: "God bless, please let my brother go, what does he know! I didn't even meet him until just now..."

"You're full of energy...it really makes me think you're extra noisy." Huden raised his hand and slammed the small window shut, leaving the man's indistinct roar in the room, and the basement returned to silence.

Morn didn't know what to say. He felt his legs were a little weak. At first he thought that Hughden's personality was just a little volatile, but he didn't expect that Hughden actually hated the Lanson family. , Is there any possibility for him to escape?When he knew of Lyca's existence, would Hughden let him leave the castle?

"Let me go..." He tried to struggle.

Hughden didn't respond to his words, but looked at Julian beside him, "Oh, there is another criminal who broke into a private house here."

"This has nothing to do with Julian!"

However, Huden ignored Moen's words, and instead rang the bell in his hand. Soon, Jeff (Mr. Deacon) came in with a few guards and twisted Julian away.

"Little guy, there are only two of us left now." Huden walked upstairs with Mo En in his arms.

Moen never knew that Huden's strength was so great, he struggled hard, but still couldn't get out of Huden's embrace.

"You let me go! You illegally imprisoned my brother! What are you going to do now? Lock me in the basement too?"

"I didn't expect you to have such an idea. I'm sorry, although I really want to give you two brothers some time to catch up." Hughden dragged him back to his room and locked the door behind him, "But don't forget , the eldest son of Viscount Lanson has 'died', and legally there is no such person as Lai Jia Lanson."

Hughden pressed Moen on the bed, took off Moen's headband, tied his hands together, and while tearing off Moen's clothes, he sighed: "Little guy, why are you always so rude?" Be good? I didn't plan it so early, but since you are so bad, let's advance everything." After finishing speaking, he bent down and bit Mo En's collarbone.

"Ah..." The sudden pain made Moen cry out, "You're crazy, O'Halis, you crazy!"

"It's not a gentleman's way to call him by his first name." Hughden stroked Moen's lips, and his plump lips became even more red. Huden watched Moen panicked with satisfaction, and kissed his lips.

That was not a gentle kiss. Huden bit his lip before Morn could resist, and the rusty smell of blood spread quickly. In a burst of confusion, he felt that he was almost suffocated.

Hughden finally ended the kiss, and Moen lay on the bed, his cheeks flushed, panting like a dying fish.With blood on the corner of his mouth, Hughden looked at him and let out a weird laugh, then reached out to unbutton himself.

"No..." Morn shook his only movable head in despair, "You can't do this, it's against the doctrine, you'll go to hell!"

Hughden laughed even harder. He stroked Moen's face soothingly, kissed him, sucked his earlobe, and whispered in his ear, "You and I will go to hell with you."

The overwhelming pain hit Morn, and he couldn't stop crying.

The night outside the window thickened, and the bats flapped their wings and flew over Chetlow Manor, howling that no one could hear.