canary in cage

After finishing speaking, the queen turned around and looked at the soldiers behind her, her gentle and helpless face instantly recovered.

"take away."

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers all went up and shackled Isri's gloves. Isri had a sullen face, and he didn't dare to act rashly now.

Otherwise, the only end is death.

There were two carriages parked outside, and it seemed that they came prepared. Isri was pushed into the carriage behind and closed the door. It was pitch black inside, without even a window.

The queen sat calmly on her seat, eating the fruit plate that was placed aside, while the soldiers circled to the front of the carriage, bent over and opened their mouths respectfully.

"Your Majesty, what should I do with this person?"

The queen stopped eating the fruit, raised her hand and tapped the table lightly, and opened her mouth after a long while: "Go back and lock it in the prison first."

"Yes!" shouted the soldier, standing up.

On the other side, Hall looked at the time in the room. Isri should have come earlier at this time, why hasn't he come yet?

Unknowingly, Hall has gotten used to Isri coming over on time every day, and he is not used to not showing up suddenly.

"Maybe it's because you're busy?" The young master who stood beside Hall and narrated looked at Hall, and immediately understood what Hall meant.

Hall's face turned gloomy after being exposed, he turned to wait for his apprentice, and reprimanded him: "You have this ability to understand, why don't you put it on medicine!"

The boy was so frightened that he quickly looked down at the book, not daring to say anything more.

Hall stood aside and kept rubbing his fingertips. Today, he always felt empty in his heart, as if something was about to disappear.

How could Isri go back to work on other things? If Sehir doesn't wake up for a day, Isri will never leave half a step.

He also noticed it these days, Isri wished he could lie there and exchange with Cecil, how could he not come because he was busy.

For a while, Hall was not in the mood to check the medicines, and turned around and went into the room to help Cecil move his body.

But after waiting for a full day, there was no sound of a carriage outside, nor even a single figure.

The sweat on his palms betrayed his nervousness, and Hall frowned as he sat in front of the table.

Maybe tomorrow will come, Hall comforted himself.

Early the next morning, Hall wrapped his coat and stood waiting at the entrance of the alley before washing. Except for some noble carriages passing by, he didn't see a figure he was familiar with.

At noon, the beggar sitting at the entrance of the alley couldn't help opening his mouth: "Look at you standing all morning, who are you waiting for, maybe I have seen it."

Hall glanced at the people beside him, and opened his mouth to describe Isri's appearance. Hearing Hall's description, the beggar's face suddenly flashed with brilliance, and he clapped his hands.

Hall thought there was hope, and stared at the beggar with wide eyes, but at the next sentence, Hall felt like going up and beating him up.

"I haven't seen it!" the beggar grinned.

Hall was very angry, he went up and raised the stick that was still beside him, and yelled at the beggar to beat him. The beggar also hid quickly, and ran away quickly.

Seeing no results, Hall could only throw the stick aside angrily, went home, and pulled the apprentice who was still sleeping on the bed up.

"I'm going out for a while, you can take care of me later..." Holder paused for a moment, and changed his words: "Take care of the Duke."

The boy who was still sleeping was dazed and nodded in response.

Hall drank a few sips of water, hired a carriage on the street, and drove towards the forest.

Along the way, before he had time to catch his breath, the whip was lashed against the horse, screaming one after another.

As soon as he entered the forest, the horse seemed to have given up completely, standing by the grass and grazing. Hall pulled it several times without moving.

There was no other way, Hall had no choice but to tie the horse to a tree, and ran towards the inside by himself, not daring to delay at all.

It was obviously a normal thing, but when it came to Isri, it became abnormal. Hall frowned, panting heavily.

arrive!Hall walked through the woods, bent over, coughed a few times, didn't stop for a few seconds, and continued to move forward.

As he got closer, the panic in Hall's heart became more obvious. The carriage was still parked at the door, and there was no sign of moving.

Hall stepped forward, walked to the door, and was about to knock on the door, but the second he put his hand on it, the door opened directly with force.

There was no one there, Hall opened his eyes wide, and walked around the room calmly. Sure enough, the final result was exactly what he thought.

Hall dragged his feet, closed the door tightly, and subconsciously told him that something happened!

Cecil's complexion was much better than before, but there was still no sign of sobriety.

After Hall came back, he sat in front of the bed without talking, staring blankly at the person on the bed.

It seemed that as long as he kept watching, Cecil would wake up in the next second.

On the other hand, this was the first time for Yisli to go inside the palace, but he was pushed into the dark prison in the next second.

Isri was tied to a cross log, and the hemp rope was deeply embedded in the flesh. Isri only frowned slightly.

The queen was the last to come in, and after ordering the soldiers to leave, the queen sat down opposite Isri again, slowly looking up and down at her prey.

"To tell you a fact, the two things I showed you are true."

The words that were neither light nor light came to Isri's ears as if they were exploding, and Isri frowned.

He wasn't surprised to be abandoned, he was afraid of whether he really suffered from the mental illness that the queen said.

Then everything he did to Cecil was done by a real lunatic, Isri lowered his head, his eyes widened slightly.

No, he is in love with Cehir, and he treats Cehir like this because of love, not a mental illness, not a lunatic.

"What? Are you questioning my ability?" The queen took off the veil from her face and put it on the table, walking in front of Iss.

That young and beautiful face showed no hostility in front of him, and his eyes were innocent: "I'm just afraid that you will hurt my Duke."

Isri gritted his teeth, and opened his mouth indifferently: "I will not hurt the young master."

The queen chuckled: "I, no, believe it."

"However..." The Queen paused and then opened her mouth: "You should have seen that there are quite a few guards around me, you can stay by my side."

Isri kept her mouth shut and didn't speak. The queen must not only want to keep herself by her side, but this is just an excuse to live.

What is the real purpose?

"So loyal?" The queen raised her hand and pinched Isri's chin, her innocent eyes suddenly became sharp: "Then I want to see how long you can be loyal."

The queen chuckled lightly, and there was no trace of youth on that childish face.