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When I got closer, I realized that it was the queen's carriage, followed by no less than ten soldiers.

Isri deliberately walked slowly, and after the queen and the others entered, he followed behind for the first time and parked the carriage in the garden.

The soldier noticed the movement behind him, so he stopped preparing to knock on the door and waited for the people in the car to get off.

Isri wiped off the exhaustion on his face, got off the carriage, came to the front soldiers, bowed and saluted.

"Is there anything the queen wants to come here today?"

The soldier glanced at Isri, turned sideways to leave a gap for the people behind him, and the servant standing in front of the carriage opened the door and greeted the people in the carriage respectfully.

The queen's long black dress caught the eye first, and the face was still covered with the veil that hung on her ears all the year round. Isri looked at the queen, bending her waist even lower.

The queen walked up to Isli, glanced up and down, her eyes showed disgust: "Why are you so embarrassed."

Isri frowned and took a step back, apologizing, "Sorry, Your Majesty, it was raining just now, so I didn't have time to come back."

"Where's Duke Kritis?" The queen didn't care what Isri said, her eyes had already started to look around.

"The young master is out on errands, and he won't be at home these few days." Isri's tone was calm, and there was no sign of panic.

The queen's eyes fell on Isri, and she chuckled lightly: "The Duke's affairs are really busy."

Isri lowered his head and did not speak. It was not until the Queen came to the side that the voice came from above his head: "The Duke has refused to see me more than once."

A trace of panic flashed in Isri's eyes, and he steadied his voice: "The young master is indeed busy with business affairs at the Chamber of Commerce recently. I will report the truth to the young master when the young master comes back."

Then, like a disdainful laugh, the queen narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Raise your head."

Isri did not dare to disobey, and slowly raised his head to meet the Queen's gaze.

The queen raised her eyebrows, looked carefully, raised her hand to pinch Isri's chin, and said softly, "Do you want to consider being my servant? Or an exclusive male servant is also fine."

Isri was obviously taken aback by what the Queen said, and quickly took a step back and opened his mouth: "I can't bring you anything for Your Majesty."

"I don't need you to do anything, just stay by my side." The Queen opened her mouth and returned.

Isri lowered his head, his brows furrowed deeper, and he hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth: "Sorry, Your Majesty, the young master still has a lot of things to deal with."

"It's really the same as your master." The Queen turned her head sideways and glanced at the carriage behind Isri: "Since the Duke is not here, I will come again next time. I hope the Duke will come out in person next time."

Isri didn't speak, until he heard the sound of the carriage leaving, he straightened up.

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After returning to the room, Isri fell on the bed in a daze, his temples were swollen and painful, and he closed his eyes, as if he could see Cecil disappearing from his eyes, and he couldn't grasp it no matter how hard he tried.

Like torment, he couldn't sleep in bed, and faint dark circles appeared under his eyes. The next day, before the sun came out, Yisilibian had packed up and stood downstairs.

He didn't close his eyes all night, and he looked a little more haggard than yesterday. Isri tidied himself up, raised his whip, and walked to his destination.

I don't know if it was too nervous or too tired, but Yisli stood at the door, his breathing was a little disordered, and after his breath was completely calmed down, Yisri raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.

The door was opened by the boy from before, and when he saw Yisli, he hurriedly called his master.

Hall came out of the room, glanced at Isri and then looked away: "Didn't I tell you to go back?"

Isri leaned forward and entered the door, and glanced at the room covered by the curtain: "Is the young master awake?"

Hall fiddled with the medicine in his hand, coping with Isri's words.

"No, besides, if the young master wakes up, do you think he wants to see you?"

Isri gritted his teeth, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and he opened his lips after a while: "Can I go in and have a look?"

In the next second, Hall unknowingly took out a revolver and pointed it at Isri, his tone changed from disdain to anger.

"Do you think I don't know what you did to the young master? Get out, and don't let me see you again!"

Hall widened his eyes and stared at Isri fiercely, his hand holding the gun trembled a little.

"Go away!" Hall roared angrily.

Isri frowned, and there was a trace of forbearance and guilt in his eyes. The two stalemate for more than a minute before Yisri stepped back from the door.

For several days, Isri knocked on the door every day, but without exception, Hall drove him out with a gun every time.

But Esri was unrelenting, as long as Hall disagreed, he would come every day, and it lasted for so many days. The only constant news was that Cehir still hadn't woken up.

The time was getting longer and longer, the palpitations became more intense, and the feeling of knocking on the door became more guilty.

Finally, it was Hall who got impatient first, and waited for the next time Isri knocked on the door, let him in with a sigh.

"Master, haven't you woken up yet?" Isri looked at the face that he hadn't seen for a long time, his voice trembling slightly.

Hall stood beside Cecil, dipped a cotton swab in water, wiped it on his dry lips, and shook his head: "No."

Isri clenched his fists and looked at the person on the bed, calm as if he had just fallen asleep, and the marks on his neck seemed to have decreased a lot, and he finally looked like a normal person.

After a while, Yisli said again: "The weather is fine today, I will take the young master out to bask in the sun."

I thought that Hall would refuse again, but unexpectedly, Hall just paused, and finally agreed to Isri's proposal.

Surprise flashed in Isri's eyes, and he bent down and gently picked up the person on the bed and hugged him in his arms. As soon as he reached the door, Hall called to Isri to stop.

"Take this with you, it will be more convenient later."

As he spoke, he asked his apprentice to stuff the wheelchair into the carriage. Isri moved very lightly, for fear that the person in his arms would be jolted.

When he was just putting the person on the car, a vision from behind suddenly made Isri vigilant, and when he raised his head to look at the vision just now, it disappeared without a trace.

"Be careful." Hall looked at Cecil in the back seat, and opened his mouth with some pity.

"I will."

After the carriage left, Hall returned to the room, looking at the pile of medicines on the table, in a daze.

So many days have passed, why there is no sign of waking up.

Hall clasped his hands and hammered the table angrily, as if he was blaming himself for his incompetence.

Outside, outside the alley, beside an inconspicuous carriage, a man wearing a hat passed by, the window on the carriage was open.

"It's sure, it's Kritis."