[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

Claude Frollo, the monk who collided with Joe in the library, returned to the dormitory and found that all the books he borrowed were there, but the notebook he recorded was missing.

Could it be accidentally dropped in the library?

He sat on a chair, bowed slightly, covered his forehead with his hands, and looked melancholy.

This was inevitable, after all, he had put all his attention on that female monk before, and naturally he didn't take care of other things.

He lowered his head in frustration, but heard a "clang".

He looked down, and it turned out that it was the sound of the cross hanging around his neck hitting the back of the chair.

He stared at the cross, stretched out his hand, and shook it, but he didn't know why his eyes were dimmed, so he didn't hold it.

He grabbed the cross with both hands and pressed it heavily to his heart.

His heart was beating violently.

But he knew that it was not because of faith, but because of that female monk.

He knelt in front of the window in pain, clasped the cross with both hands, and pressed the cross to his forehead.

"My God, forgive me."

He is obviously a monk who vowed to practice hard and keep chastity, but he broke the precept in the seminary.

The top of his cross was firmly pressed against his forehead, and even a red mark was poked on his forehead. Even though he had already felt the oppressive pain, the moving face of the female monk still appeared in his mind. His eyes sparkled as if he had seen a miracle.

The more he confesses his sins, the more vividly his own sins come to his mind.

He really is hopeless.

Claude Frollo raised his head slowly, and the originally combed bangs drooped in disappointment, covering his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and sighed helplessly.

He got up and took a riding whip from the wall.

He put his whip in his sleeve and hurried out.

There is a room specially prepared for the ascetic in the seminary, where he goes to punish himself and confess his mistakes.

However, to get to that room you have to go through the library.

Claude Frollo hurried on with his head bowed, fearful of meeting the nun.

However, in this world, the more one is afraid of something, the more something will appear.

Before he could bypass the library, he heard a sound from behind——

"This... Monsieur Monk."

Claude looked around and found that he was the one who was stopped, so he had to stand still.

But he didn't dare to look back, nor did he dare to look at him.

It was a mistake to say that he had only met the nun once, and he had already recorded her voice.

Joe stepped forward, looked at his stiff back and smiled, "Sir, is it you? I accidentally knocked your book to the floor in the library."

She caught up with Claude and turned to his front.

Claude lowered his head firmly, and said coldly: "This... This is also my fault first. I walked half-heartedly, so I didn't notice you."

Joe: "No, no, it's my fault."

Claude: "It's my fault..."

Joe: "No, I..."

She paused for a moment, then suddenly gave a "puchi" smile.

Claude became more stiff. He subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but he froze again when he raised his head halfway.

"Sir, then, let us bear the mistakes of the last time together. Before God, we are accomplices, and we need to repent of our mistakes together."

Claude's heart trembled suddenly.

The accomplice in her mouth seemed to mean something, so he couldn't help but think about it.

He did to her... Did she do the same thing to herself?

His heartbeat became more violent, almost piercing the thin skin of his heart.

Qiao smiled and said, "I don't know what to call you?"

Now, it would be too rude for him to hang his head down.

With a sullen face, Claude raised his head and looked at her.

Joe was standing under an oak tree with a ostentatious canopy. The sunlight fell on her fair skin and black hair through the gaps in the leaves, as if shining gems had fallen.

But even without gemstones, she is shining and charming enough.

Claude opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be dried by the sun.

He still looked indifferent and melancholy, but said hoarsely: "Claude Frollo."

Joe saluted, "Mr. Frollo, I am Joe Wickham, and I have just arrived at the seminary."

She smiled, "I seem to have heard your name somewhere."

Claude became inexplicably nervous, "Where? No...can't you?"

Joe smiled and said, "Ah, I remembered. You are the gentleman who is famous throughout the seminary. It is said that you are upright, noble and pious."

"You are still a famous ascetic."

Claude only felt that his cheeks were flushed, not because of shame, but because of embarrassment.

In the past, when other people mentioned this, he could take it as a compliment to his own practice, but when Joe mentioned this, it happened when he was tempted to punish himself... He just felt ashamed.

"I can't do enough..."

Joe smiled and said, "No, I think you are worthy of my study."

Claude was even more uncomfortable.

"Miss Wickham..."

Wait, he seems to have heard of this surname before.

It took Claude a long time to recall the rumors about her from some people in the seminary.

Said that she was an ascetic who determined not to marry, and she did many great things, the latest one being that she actually made Dorian Gray an ascetic.

Someone joked behind his back: With Jo Wickham's beauty, what can she not do?If she begged me so pitifully to practice penance, maybe I would agree.

So she was that Jo Wickham!

Claude lowered his head again, avoiding her beauty, "Why did Miss Wickham stop me?"

A notebook appeared in his lowered gaze.

Joe: "Sorry, I found a notebook on the ground before, and I wanted to find its owner, so I opened a few pages to read, is this notebook Mr. Frollo's?"

Claude looked at the notes and quickly took them over, "Thank you...thank you."

Joe said helplessly: "You don't need to thank me, after all, it's also my fault."

"Is this really your note? The only name I see left on it is John Frollo."

When mentioning his younger brother, Claude showed a helpless expression, "Yes, that's my younger brother."

Qiao smiled, "That's really a coincidence, I also have a younger brother..."

She sighed: "Both my parents have passed away, and only my brother and I are left to depend on each other. I really want to raise my brother well, but alas, after all, I can't do enough."

Claude was attracted by this topic, raised his head irresistibly, and stared at her without blinking.

In his usual melancholy and restrained eyes, it seemed that he could no longer restrain himself from bursting out of starlight, "Me too, my parents both died of illness, and only my brother and I are left. I don't want anything in this life, I just want to be happy." Take care of my brother and let him grow up safely."

"only……"

He looked even more melancholy and didn't continue talking.

Joe: "If you have any troubles, you can talk to me. After all, we are people in the same situation."

Claude had a complicated expression, "No, Miss Wickham, you are a gentle person, and the younger brother you took care of must be even better than mine."

He sighed, "To be honest, although I take good care of my younger brother, because I am often not by his side, he has become a little..."

He frowned deeply and couldn't continue.

Qiao said helplessly: "It seems that we all have the same problem, my brother...someone came to me before, saying that my brother cheated money to gamble, and it was later confirmed that some of them were my brother's fault, and some of them were misunderstandings. .”

This younger brother looks exactly like Claude's younger brother.

He couldn't help feeling pity and empathy from the bottom of his heart.

Joe: "I've had a good talk with my brother, and with the help of a noble gentleman, my brother is now in the army."

System: [Good guy, that noble gentleman can't help if he doesn't want to, why is he adoring you and your brother is threatening him? 】

George wiped his hands with the flag of the enemy country at sea, and hung the head of the enemy marshal directly on the flagpole.

While doing this, he smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

System: [No one praises you! 】

Although they are all masters, the master in George's state just makes the system want to hate him, probably because the master in George's state is so annoying.

Claude's eyes lit up after hearing what Joe said, "Miss Wickham is good at admonishing others, if Miss Wickham can do me a favor..."

Joe: "It's my pleasure, sir."

Claude's cheeks were very red, and his heart was completely out of control.

He'd never been so out of control, he didn't know what to do.

Joe looked at the way Claude was going, "Ah, you must still have something to do, then I won't bother you, if you need to come to me again."

Joe smiled and nodded at him, then turned and left without hesitation.

Claude, who was afraid to look at Joe, was staring at her back intently.

After waiting for a long time after he couldn't see the figure, he suddenly woke up with a jerk.

"Slap!" He raised his hands together and slapped himself hard on the cheek twice.

"Be sober!" He gritted his teeth and warned himself in disgust, "You look like this..."

. . would be disgusting to Miss Wickham.

After all, Miss Wickham was a gentle and devout ascetic.

He restrained the heat in his body, but he felt many hairballs jumping up from his abdomen. These hairballs made him itchy and painful, but he couldn't vent it.

He wrapped the robe tightly around his body and quickened his steps towards the penance room.

It's called a penance room, but it's actually just a small dark room with no decoration and no lights. The only window is a transom at the top of the wall.

In the past, there were ascetic monks who lived here all year round. It was bitterly cold in winter, hot and humid in summer, and there were snakes, insects, rats and ants, but they did not mind this as their practice.

Claude came to his penance room, took a basin of cold water and put it on the ground.

Then, he closed the door and began to take off his clothes one by one.

He neatly folded the robe and the inner jacket on the clean ground aside, while he himself knelt on the ground wearing only a pair of thin trousers.

The cold suddenly penetrated into his knees.

He knelt on the ground, bowed slightly, and picked up the whip that was placed aside.

He dipped his whip in cold water and slapped himself hard on the back.

"Snapped!"

The horse whip slapped on the back, making a crisp sound.

He grunted and bent down.

The sunlight coming in through the transom fell on his strong and powerful back, a red welt was imprinted on his fair skin, and there were splashes of water around the welt.

His muscles trembled subconsciously because of the throbbing pain, and water droplets rolled down along the red marks and sank into his waistband.