under the field

Scarlett

The noise in the room is isolated by the door, and the corridor is like another world. Colin said that it leads directly to the study.

Carl came out after us, and he said deliberately, "You should let her know what happened."

Colin stopped and turned around. I felt that his face was not very good-looking. "I will," he told Carl.

I looked up at his frowning, "What happened?"

Colin was silent for a moment, then turned to me and said, "The people from Sandland recognized you in the stone bed."

Carl walked towards us, "And now everyone in Carolina knows that Scarlett Hastings, who fled, has mixed up with Jacob's gang."

"What else...?" I intuited that it was more than that.

Colin looked at me, "Sunderling went to Dindalk Manor after that..."

Fear suddenly climbed up my back, and I grabbed his hand in a panic, "Please tell me they are safe."

Colin hurriedly reassured me, "Your family is fine, I assure you." He glanced at Carl displeased, held me and went to the study.I couldn't restrain my legs from trembling. Right now, I urgently need to grab something or see something to calm this flustered heart. I feel Colin's big warm palm grasping my cold palm, trying to make me stop engulfed by fear.

The rolled up letter lay quietly on the desk, among a mess of letter paper and ink pens.The seal on the outside of the letterhead was my mother's usual seal, Clare, and the moment I saw the name, I couldn't help but tear up.The familiar handwriting is neat and beautiful, like energetic notes, jumping on the letter paper, all of which show that the owner of the letter is in good condition. She has not been threatened or disturbed...very good...

DearScarlett, mybabygirl. I covered my mouth, as if I really saw Claire.She has always been a good storyteller, and all the things that come out of her mouth will make the audience feel in it, even, she is really the greatest mother, she knows how to let people let go of their worries, and give themselves full support and strength Let her kids do what they want.

Mia is pregnant!This is the first good news in the letter, and I was very excited holding the letter paper.They were all very well, and Mr. Birmingham happened to be calling on the day Sander showed up, in the name of the widow Hastings.

"My God, Knight..." The Hastings didn't even know the Birminghams, but that didn't stop Knight from having a "very nice" chat with my mother and the Duke of Sandland.

Colin next to him said: "Knight set off for Orlando himself after knowing Sanderling's actions."

I looked at Colin, rubbed my forehead, and expressed gratitude beyond words, "God, I don't know how to thank Nate..."

Knight arrived at Dindalk Manor at a critical moment, and it was clear that the presence of Mr. Birmingham prevented the threat from the mouth of the lawless Duke of Sandland from being successfully uttered.In the end, he didn't say anything, didn't even take any action, and even took a sip of the good rose tea, and left the Dindark Manor angrily.

I can't imagine what Knight would have done to my family if he hadn't been there, would he have used Hastin's young daughter's treason charge against Clare?I asked: "If..." I was a little scared, "If Knight is not here, what will happen to Sander?"

"Sunderland's patience is not as good as that of Earl Reggie. I think if it wasn't because of his taboo against Mr. Birmingham, he could even take away your mother or domestic servant." Carl in the corner of the room replied.

"Isn't that a little too ridiculous?" It's unbelievable.

Karl shrugged, "There is no royal law in this land, only rights."

Colin stroked my back reassuringly, "The Birmingham family is one of the few people who can make Sander not dare to make big moves. Knight's move can temporarily make the people above move Hess away The thoughts of the Ding family."

"So they're safe, right?"

"I assure you that nothing will happen to them under Birmingham's protection."

The last sentence of Claire's letter made me laugh out loud, "I am very proud of you for being a brave and resolute rebel, and I think your father thinks so too."

"But please remember to protect yourself, I love you more than anyone else."

"The piano in the manor has been temporarily put on hold, and we will not ask Mr. Jona to tune it for the time being."

I smiled and wiped the tears from my face. Reading this letter was like going through a life-and-death experience, my heart was pounding, but Claire's words were enough to iron out all my anxiety.

I read the letter paper full of pen and ink again and again, until I really convinced myself that the Dindark Manor was safe and sound, then carefully folded it, put it back in the envelope, and stuck it on the envelope like holding a beloved baby. Heart, take a long breath.

It was only when I found two silent men staring at me in the study that I came back to my senses and smiled at them.

Karl spoke first. He was sitting on the sofa in the corner with the same unruly look, "So, congratulations on 'officially' joining the traitor alliance." He added sarcastically: "Asyouwish."

I think it's mostly due to Claire's letter that I don't think Carl is so annoying any more.I correct him: "It's 'rebels,' not rebels."

He was silent for a moment, then raised his shoulders, "Cool." His face was indifferent.

I turned my head and looked at Colin, "I have to thank Nate, but I think he will disdain my words, but I really want to say thank you to him personally!"

Colin's eyes were full of smiles, "You can wait until you see him with your own eyes."

Then give him a big hug without letting him refuse!Even if I could imagine him saying after that, "Hasten girl, I don't think you know how much germs you've got on you that you don't even know you've been hanging around with Jacob's guys for too long, and Those bacteria, through your sudden and weird behavior, have begun to climb and grow on my body..." Thinking of his awkward face, I couldn't help laughing.

Carl looked at me strangely, and looked at Colin with a confused face, as if asking him if there was something wrong with the Hastings girl in front of him, but whatever, I'm really happy, at this moment I am thinking of so many people at this moment, I hope the good luck will continue like this, really, if the atmosphere of blessing is destined to be enveloped by us as a group of rebels, then I will pray all the time, because He is always by our side.

"It seems that the bad news has turned into good news." Carl looked at me with an unabated smile, "Do I need to prepare some wine for you to celebrate?"

"I heard someone talking about fine wine!" At this moment, the door of the study opened.Nigel led the way in. "Don't let me find out you didn't call me, boys."

Carl rolled his eyes, and said expectantly, following a young man who came in behind Nigel, "So are you going to take out all the wine in the wine cellar?"

"Of course!" Nigel patted the man's head, and he put his hand on his shoulder as if entrusting him with a heavy responsibility, "Tell the men in Wellsburg that there is no need for training tonight. Lord Carl In order to welcome the arrival of Her Highness Selena, there will be a feast of fine wine, prepare to get drunk tonight!"

"Also, have someone take out all the wine in the wine cellar." He specially whispered the last sentence, but it still entered the ears of everyone in the room.

Carl sat up with a bang, and the man had jumped out of the study like a rabbit as excited as he had been instructed.

Seeing Carl's murderous eyes, old Nigel was completely at ease, "I remember that Mr. Lovett is not such a stingy person. Your men train all day, today is a good day, at least let them celebrate."

Carl snorted coldly: "I thought you were the owner of this castle."

"Who's going to call Selena?" Nigel pretended not to hear. "She's our protagonist tonight."

Carl stood up. "I think we have something to say before we celebrate." He looked at Colin.

Nigel looked at me, then back at him: "And then, what do you mean we should make room?"

Carl raised his hand to his forehead, took a breath, and squeezed out his voice as if he was holding back his temper: "You can stay if you want."

"Well." Nigel strode to the sofa in the corner, and lay down on Carl's position just now, but his feet were raised more presumptuously than before. Looking at Carl who was staring at him, he looked blunt, " Goon, You may start now. (Go on, talk about your business boy)"

Carl rolled his eyes, ignored him, and went straight to another table next to the desk, where a huge military sand table was placed, showing the terrain of the Carolinas.

I walked over with Colin, looking at the densely packed chess pieces and three-dimensional family emblem models, black and gray all over the corners of the sand table, I thought that was the distribution point of Jacob's members on the Carolina continent.And the chess pieces that are bright red like blood represent...

"It's Sadish's people." Colin explained.

Our location is Wellsburg, just at the farthest corner of the imperial city, but from the outer edge of Wellsburg, red flags are already advancing to encircle.

"As you can see," Carl gestured above the red, "they're coming soon."

"They know we have Selena on our hands."

Colin pondered for a moment, and after a while, he asked, "How many people are there in Wells?"

"Five thousand," Carl said, "five thousand eight hundred to be exact."

"Where are the bastards?" Nigel's voice came from behind.

Carl glanced at Colin: "They now have [-] on the periphery."

All I heard was a low curse from Nigel.

"I will go." Colin said quickly, and I looked at him immediately.

Karl just looked at the sand table silently, and then he nodded: "I will give you 3000 people."

"Are you crazy?" Nigel said behind him, not knowing whether to Colin or Carl.

"Three thousand?" He came over, "Right thirty thousand?" He asked Karl.

"I will go." Colin still said firmly, "Some people must stay in Wellsburg." Kalmer said nothing.

Nigel was quiet, I looked at them silently, my heart was beating fast, I wanted to speak, but I knew very well that I didn't have enough ground.

"You guys are crazy!" Nigel kicked over the little stool next to the table, "This is fucking courting death!" Cursing, he left the study.