canary in cage

After watching for a while, Isri finally buried his head in his arms, what should he do next?

If Cecil woke up, how should he face it? Isri frowned, he didn't know, he didn't even know how to say the first sentence.

Isri clenched his fists tighter. If Cehir couldn't wake up, he was willing to go anywhere with Cehir.

But will the lofty and supreme God let him, a man covered in dirt, enter the gate?He only deserves to live in a dark hell.

Isri raised his head, leaned his head against the wall lightly, and closed his eyes.

After a while, a towel suddenly fell down on his face. Isri was taken aback for a moment, took the towel off his face, and looked at the people who came in.

Hall put the cup in his hand on the table, glanced at Isri and opened his mouth: "Drink some hot water after wiping. If you also have a fever, I won't give you medicine here."

As he spoke, he bent down and pulled up the quilt on Cecil, with a hint of distress in his eyes.

"I shouldn't have left in the first place."

Esri shrank his hand holding the towel, and opened his mouth: "Just now, I'm sorry."

Hall turned his head, even though his hair was gray, the sharp look in his eyes did not weaken: "Sorry? You shouldn't have said that to me."

Holder paused and continued: "Don't look at me being so polite to you now, as I said, if the young master can't wake up, I will definitely not let you go."

Isri frowned, stood up with support, looked at Hall, and said firmly, "I know, you don't need to do it, I will come by myself when the time comes."

Hall's eyes were a little moved, he turned around, looked at the person lying on the bed, and said, "You're a little bit sincere."

"There is sincerity." Isri opened his mouth in the quiet room, the surrounding air seemed to freeze suddenly, and the burning candle seemed to stop flickering.

"However, my love for the young master is greater than my sincerity for him."

"What did you say?" Hall turned his head, his face darkened.

Isri didn't intend to hide it either, so he looked at Cehir with guilt, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"I love the young master, no, it should be said that I love Cecil, Kritis Cecil."

The more Hall heard, the more black lines appeared on his face, and the beard on his face was trembling with anger.

"You know what nonsense you're talking about!" Hall gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to amplify his voice, he could only suppress his anger.

"I know." Isri's tone was very light, and he was not afraid of the person in front of him who was about to lose his anger.

"If you are found out, you will be executed!" Hall clenched his fists tighter.

Isri frowned twice, and his eyes fell on the person on the bed. Now, this matter is almost insignificant.

But he loves Cecil, and he has to answer that question for Hall now!

"I won't let them know."

After Isri said this, Hall couldn't help it, and with all his strength, he punched Isri in the face again.

Immediately, Isri took a few steps back, and a few drops of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and fell on the floor. Before he recovered, Hall stepped forward and grabbed Isri's collar, the corners of his eyes twitched, as if out of breath.

"Who do you think you are? What kind of heart is the queen, the young master doesn't understand, you don't understand? You can settle this matter after you say it?" Hall roared in a suppressed voice.

Isri raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His amber eyes were shaken by the flickering candlelight, and finally he lowered his head and opened his mouth weakly.

"But I love the young master." That high-ranking, unyielding Kritis.

"Love?" Hall seemed to have heard the joke of the century, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes: "Isn't it you who caused the young master to become like this? Is this the expression of your love?"

Isri was speechless, lowered his head, opened his mouth half-opened, and finally squeezed out a word from his throat: "I..."

However, in the next second, Hall pushed back.

"Isri, you are just something picked up by Kritis! A humble slave who can only submit to his master forever! What right do you have to say that?"

Isri stood where he was, his body seemed to weigh a thousand catties. What Hall said was right, he was just a lowly person, a slave who only needed to listen to his master.

Seeing that Isri hadn't moved, Hall shook his hand angrily, and opened his mouth unceremoniously: "You'd better not say another word, otherwise, the gun will go through your head!"

After Hall walked away for a few minutes, the boy who opened the door opened the curtain and walked in quietly.

When he met Isri's gaze, he was still taken aback, and quickly put the things in his hand on the table, whispering.

"eat something."

After finishing speaking in a hurry, he ran out in a hurry. He had never seen his master get angry like this. The people inside must not be simple.

Isri moved to the table with stiff feet and sat down, looking sideways at Cecil.

What right does he have to stay by Cehir's side now? If it were someone else, he would have been executed thousands of times.

The candles were ignited bit by bit, the hot water on the table was no longer steaming, and the wet hair was almost dry.

But the person on the bed remained motionless. Isri wanted to reach out to touch it, but stopped in mid-air and dared not move forward. He didn't dare, he was afraid that the person on the bed would show a frightened expression again.

"Hey!" Hall opened the curtain and walked in, his anger still unabated: "The rain has stopped outside, get out."

Isri raised his dry head, stood up, and did not intend to refuse Hall, and when he walked to the door, he turned his head and glanced at Cecil.

"it is good."

As he spoke, he walked out with strides. As soon as he went out, the door was closed behind him with a "bang".

Isri was shocked when he saw the carriage in front of him. He ran so fast yesterday that he forgot about the carriage. Hall not only brought the carriage back, but also bandaged the horse.

Sitting in front of the car, he unconsciously glanced behind him, the seat was empty, there was nothing there.

Isri turned his head and flicked his horsewhip lightly. The sunlight above his head squeezed out from the cracks in the clouds, and the water splashed by the horses on the ground splashed on the back of his hands, making it cool.

It was very slow to go back, Yisli let the horse stop and go on the road, and when he reached the woods, the sun in the sky was about to set.

Even though he was walking very slowly, he still had to come back. Back to this home without Cehir, Yisli held the rein tightly, and after a while, he seemed to lose his strength and let it go.

Passing through the woods, in addition to the sound of horses stepping on the ground, there were a few more sounds of iron plates colliding.

Isri frowned slightly, let go of the rein, and adjusted his clothes a little.