under the field

Scarlett

Otis and I agreed to meet at the town tavern.After tying Ollie to the pool, I opened the door and went in. I didn't see Otis, so I found a corner and sat down.The atmosphere in the tavern was very noisy. There was a thin, sharp-faced man standing on the front wooden platform talking. He was wearing a cowboy hat and was talking endlessly. He was already the focus of everyone in the tavern.

"So, last time we talked about the Birmingham family. This time we talked about Birmingham's family friends - the Nottingham family!" I ordered a glass of wine, and the atmosphere in the audience was high, and I heard the man start to say: " This is a long-standing family, well known as the masters of Runrun Castle to the south..."

"They are the same as the Birmingham family. The family is loyal to Kennedy I. Mr. Duke of Nottingham was appointed as the 'Hand of the King' by Kennedy I. He is the executor of state affairs and the former prime minister. The respected Duke of Nottingham and Lady Natalie met on the horse farm outside Runrun Castle. His Excellency the Duke rescued her from the exiles. Children..."

I have heard of this family, and I know their final ending, maybe not the ending, at least the version known to the world.The aristocratic stories that Claire told us are somewhat different from the version that the little maid told us from the Orlando commoners. Now that we are in the north, we can also hear different details of the stories, because as far as I know The beautiful and elegant Lady Nottingham gave birth to a boy and a girl.But this is not important, because this story is as exciting and continuous as a legend, with some embarrassing places and some eye-catching points.

"It is said that the son of the Nottingham family has inherited the Duke's graceful demeanor, and is the dream lover of girls in the land of Runrun Castle..." The man who told the story knew what the audience was most interested in. In this tavern, there are More than half of them were women. Sure enough, a young girl interrupted and asked, "Then who is better between him and the son of the Birmingham family?" The other men in the tavern sighed.

Someone said, "Whoever looks better is not your turn!" She hammered on the other party as if venting her anger.

The storyteller scratched his head amusedly and joked, "Why do women ask this question every time I talk about this?" Everyone laughed.I laughed too, took a sip of the rice wine with my glass.The son of Nottingham in the story is indeed a peerless beauty, but no matter how good-looking he is, he can't resist the gear of tragic fate. This is what makes the world feel more regretful at the end of the story.

"Some people say that the son of the Birmingham family is better-looking, but some people think that the one at Rundle Castle is more handsome..." The man rubbed his nose and added: "There is a daughter of a lord of the territory in Carolina. When I met him, I wanted to make a private life with him, and when I was rejected, I was so sad that I wanted to throw myself into the lake to force him to submit..." This further aroused heated discussions among the ladies present.

"Anyway," he went on, "the love affairs are just one aspect of the family that people talk about..."

"The time came when Kennedy II came to power. The Duke of Nottingham declared that he wanted to spend time with his family and wanted to resign from the position of 'Hand of the King', but was opposed by Kennedy II. The king believed that he only wanted to be loyal to his father. Instead of being loyal to him, put him in prison." This is the same as the version I have heard, this family who has been loyal to the power for generations was accused of disloyalty to the monarch, and then caused the castle to fight against the king. The disputes of the royal family are more vaguely mentioned because the secrets of the royal family are involved.

But today was lucky, the pointed-faced man showed a smug expression, and saw the expressions of everyone's dedication, because he continued to tell what happened at the end of the book version that I didn't know about. "The young son of Nottingham teamed up with Nottingham's eldest daughter's husband's Rowett family to launch a struggle against the royal family. During that time, it was a bloody storm that should not be underestimated on the land of Carolina."

"The son of the prime minister fought against the son of the royal family. The entire kingdom system was crumbling. Many families joined the alliance of Nottingham. Having two minds..."

The people in the tavern were listening with bated breath, and everyone knew it well, because the descendants of Kennedy are still in power now, so the final fate of this legendary rebellious family is self-evident.He announced with a sad tone and regret, "The people of Runrun Castle were bloodbathed overnight, including the families that joined one by one."

"The Birmingham family survived that struggle because they did not participate in the Nottingham alliance. It is said that Lord Birmingham rejected the invitation of Lord Nottingham. The family will start."

"What happened later?" someone asked, "Did the Nottingham family all die?"

"Mrs. Nottingham committed suicide by holding the body of the Duke of Nottingham in front of the gallows. The family was crowned with the word disloyal, and all members of the Nottingham family disappeared overnight. Some people say that the eldest son of the Nottingham family The daughter was wiped out along with her husband's family, and the young son of Nottingham was unfortunately killed in the uprising, and the remaining young daughter was sold into the ranks of slaves along with the family servants, and no one has ever seen them again."

I think I have also integrated into the emotions of the people. The storyteller is very successful and has rendered the tavern a sad and regretful mood, so that I am still immersed in the mood of regretting the end of this glorious and dazzling family. Here, I didn't notice that there was already a person sitting beside me.

He didn't know when he came in, he seemed to be concentrating on listening to a story, his face was dim under the dim light.He turned his head to look at me, and said with a bit of contempt: "Are you so easily moved by other people's experiences?"

"Sometimes," I replied, "I just feel sorry for them."

I heard him muttering to himself, "Is it poor?" His expression was unclear.

"When did you come?" I asked him, joining the crowd in applauding the storyteller for the wonderful story he had brought.

He put on a disgusted expression: "When you heard that Mr. Nottingham tried to persuade his family friends to join the uprising and failed, he sighed in disappointment."

I looked back at him speechlessly, and no longer tried to hope that he could empathize with this great family history, and said to myself: "Birmingham and Nottingham are both glorious nobles in the past. Standing in the world, one does not know where to end."

He was wearing a brown beret, the bangs on his forehead were covered, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden under the shadow of the brim of the hat, and he didn't answer.He drank the wine served by the people in the tavern, and I asked him, "Why are you here?" implying that his wanted posters were clearly posted everywhere, "Where's Otis?"

He looked contemptuous again. "You came to the wrong place. There is another tavern in this town. Strictly speaking, this is just a small inn, not a tavern."

Maybe I was still immersed in the soft moment in my heart, I didn't want to leave so soon, I sat on the chair and stretched, and asked, "Where is Jess?"

"Who's Jace?"

"That girl, Jess." I pointed to his face and reminded, "How could you forget the lady who healed your wound so quickly, it's not a gentleman."

"I'm not a gentleman." He turned his gaze back to the wooden platform in front of him.He sat in the dark room, his long body sitting at the low table looked a bit awkward, because this is the seat I chose.

I sat and looked at his profile. In fact, this is not the first time I feel that he is different, just like Lily said that I look different from ordinary people when I stand in the crowd.People can easily perceive the same kind. Unlike Shay and the others, they are the partners I met on this road. They are all members of Jacob, and they all have burning fighting spirits in them, but the difference is that in Colin I feel I don't feel that he has the same strong wanderer atmosphere as others. Many times I think he is more like a noble knight with tasks.I used to fantasize about how outstanding he would be in a gentleman's dress from the nobility instead of this ordinary and inconspicuous clothes, but the amazing thing is that these fantasies can be so specific that I can even see him in a nobleman's suit. The appearance of standing in front of me in a gentleman's dress.

But his aura is dangerous at the same time. I have seen him laugh at will without fear, and I have also seen him injured and dying.Nigel and Jamie are like old fathers, but Colin is much younger than them, but they can follow his every instruction without complaint. What kind of man can have such ability What about boldness?

The storyteller seemed to have just finished the intermission. He put down his glass and walked to the center of the stage. "The story just now really made people feel regretful and sighed, so in order to make everyone present cheer up again, let's talk about the rebellion of the most dangerous 'dream lover' in our Carolina land who also offered a huge reward from the royal family. member..."

"Colin of Jacob!" someone yelled back.

I made an exaggerated 'wow' to Colin when I heard the word "dream girl", which made him reach up and pinch my face, realizing how intimate it was , He retracted his hand in embarrassment and picked up the wine glass to drink.I wanted to listen to this story with great interest, but the protagonist in the story couldn't help getting up and going out, I pulled his hand and stopped him in a low voice: "You don't want to hear what you are like in the legend Is it?"

He had a half-smile: "Do you want to see my joke?" I smiled smugly without denying it.

"This young Jacob Colin is rebellious and uninhibited. It is said that his earliest actions appeared in the southern Pomondi field..."

We stood up and blocked the view of the people in the back seat, and someone cursed at us in dissatisfaction.Without any explanation, he pulled me out of the tavern and said, "Everywhere these stories go, people are telling them that we've been here for too long."

I wanted to continue listening to the story, but Colin was so strong that he pushed me out of the tavern. When the wooden door was closed, I could still hear the people inside discussing this 'dangerous lover', talking about his legendary love affairs.

Colin ignored the sarcasm in my eyes, but you could tell he wasn't interested in these gossip.Otis was standing outside the tavern, feeding Ollie the pie in his hand. "What took you so long?" Otis asked.

"I couldn't finish listening to the story of a hero in the hearts of thousands of girls." I said regretfully.

"So I'm a hero in your heart?" Colin asked.

I nodded and blurted out, "Of course."

Now Colin was silent, looking at me with raised eyebrows, as if trying to discern the truth from what I said.

"Hey! Please don't flirt in front of me." Otis was disgusted, and took Ollie away to walk ahead, leaving Colin and me to stand in place and stare at each other.He is wearing a hat and I am wearing a hood. I really hope that there will be a gust of wind at this time, so that we can show our true faces in front of the world, and then speak back loudly to the unwarranted crimes that the powers put on us. Dao, it's all bullshit!