canary in cage

As soon as he passed the fountain pool outside, Cecil stopped in his tracks and reached out to poke inside.

Scooping the cool pool water in his hand, Cehir bowed and patted it on his face. After he calmed down, Cehir stopped his hands.

The guard in front froze for a moment, then quickly took out a handkerchief from his waist and handed it to Cecil.

Cecil was also puzzled for a second, and said softly: "Take it away, I don't need it."

The guard also realized that what he had done was wrong, and quickly lowered his head and began to apologize, wishing he could cut off his head and hand it to Cecil immediately.

"I'm sorry, Lord Duke, I'm sorry, I still have a child waiting to be raised at home, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

Cecil was taken aback by the guard's sudden action, and seeing the head that kept lowering his head, he couldn't help but twitched in his heart.

"Don't be afraid of me, I won't do anything." Cehir turned around and walked in front of the guards in a very soft voice: "Where should we go next?"

The guard raised his head, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Cecil with an incredulous look on his face. After half a second of delay, he quickly stood up and spoke anxiously.

"Just go straight."

The guard sniffed and walked in front of Cecil. He didn't know whether it was an illusion or something, but his back seemed more energetic than before.

The guards in the prison had been cleaned up, and just as the guards with Cehir were about to go in, Cehir opened his mouth and said something.

"Just give me the key, you don't have to go in."

Hearing these words, the guard obediently took out the key from his waist, bent down and said, "Then I'll wait for you outside."

Cecil nodded, turned around and opened the door and walked in.

As soon as you enter, you can feel a cool breeze from the bottom up. The surrounding stone walls are covered with wax oil dripping from candles, twisting and hovering on it, like skin scorched by fire, which looks extremely disgusting.

As soon as he got down, the prisoner who was originally sitting in the big prison rushed over like crazy when he saw Cehir, grabbed the railing, stretched his hands, and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

These people, who have not been given food or drink for a long time, are already thin and out of shape, as if they are supported by tree branches. Sehir glanced at it, and the pace of his feet was a little faster, towards the innermost place. go.

Originally, the smell of blood was strong, but when walking inside, the smell became more obvious. It was not until he reached the door that Sehir opened the lock on the door with trembling hands.

The person in front of him hangs his head, and the arm tied to the pillar has been strangled into the flesh by the hemp rope. The blood and flesh are mixed together, and it is impossible to tell which piece is intact.

Ceciel had aligned the keyhole several times but failed to align it. His heart seemed to be twisted by something, and it shrank together, making it hard to breathe.

Finally, the key got through the lock, and the moment the door opened, Cecil raised his legs and rushed over.

At this time, there was no pleasure of revenge as imagined, more uncomfortable and unbelievable, and Isri was dying in front of his eyes.

If it's revenge, I can go down with a knife now, but now, this kind of thought can't sprout in my mind at all.

Cecil swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his limbs were as cold as if he had just been taken out of an ice bucket.

"Isri..."

Cecil yelled softly, and the person on the Lah pillar remained motionless, with his head still hanging unconsciously.

The wounds on the front of the chest were arranged intricately, old wounds plus new wounds, it looked extremely dazzling.

Sehir paused for a moment, then took out a dagger from the side, and stretched out his hand to slowly cut the hemp rope that had already been strangled into the flesh.

After hesitating and rubbing back and forth, the person on the pillar finally reacted, Isri frowned, his eyes were sticky with sweat and he couldn't open them.

"Who?"

Isri's voice was very hoarse, and if he didn't listen carefully, he thought it was the voice of a middle-aged man.

"It's me..." Cecil choked up his voice, opened his mouth to answer, and some tears unconsciously pooled in his eyes.

Why are you crying?He didn't know, and he didn't want to think deeply.

Now he knows that the person in front of him is his only relative, the only person who favors him in everything, and even loves him.

"Isri...it's me..." Cehir became cruel, and cut the rope with all his might.

Because of inertia, Isri went straight down to the side, and the other arm was pulled by the rope, and Isri couldn't hold back his pain for a while.

Cecil IE was taken aback, and quickly stood on tiptoe to support Isri's body: "Hold on, I'll try to hurry up."

"Master..." Isri opened his mouth intermittently: "Okay..."

Cecil put his head against Isri's neck, so that Isri could stand more comfortably now, and the little bit of rose fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

Isri closed his eyes and leaned on Cehir's body relaxedly.

It is really the young master, he is here.

Isri raised the corners of his lips and tried hard to open his eyes. He wanted to take a look at Cecil, right now.

"Well……"····

A muffled hum sounded in his ears, and Isri's body also fell down with force. Cecil was already standing unsteadily, and the two of them fell directly to the ground in an instant.

For a moment, Isri was taken aback and wanted to move away from Cehir quickly, but his body was still indifferent despite his obvious consciousness, and he could only fall heavily on Cehir.

"Don't move!" Cecil was also stunned by the fall, and it took him a long time to open his mouth to say something.

Hearing Cehir's order, Isri became straight and lay on Cehir's body without moving.

Cecil let out a breath, and with a force, rolled himself out from under his body, passed through Isri's arm with one hand, and hung Isri on his body.

"Master..." Isri called out in a deep voice, his eyes blurred.

"Shut up." Cecil ordered again: "I have a lot of things I haven't asked you, you'd better listen to me now."

Cehir's words made Isri's nerves tense, he lowered his head, and stopped speaking.

"Duke, let me come." The guard standing outside saw Cehir's figure, and quickly stretched out his hand.

"No, help me prepare the carriage."

Cecil had rejected the guard's kindness and held Isri tighter.

"Yes!"

Cecil did not go to Bonnar Yilin. After the matter was over, the two of them could be said to have nothing to do with each other. It would be better to keep a distance.

As soon as the carriage arrived, Sehir left the palace immediately without stopping.

Isri leaned on the seat, half-closed his eyes, and looked at Cecil's back, his body finally regained some sensuality.

What is there for him to be saved? He is just a dispensable servant.