【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

Alfred didn't expect that someone would come back with Reuenthal today.

Of course, he'd been out drinking before, but he'd never been really drunk, let alone had someone send him back for being so drunk.

But... there are always exceptions to everything.

Without thinking too much, Alfred just casually told the visitor where Rosenthal's bedroom was, and then got up and left to avoid it.

Then she was stopped.

And it was only after she was stopped that she really took a few careful glances at the person who accompanied him back.

This is a man about the same age as Rosenthal.

He is not tall, but he is in good shape and tall, his complexion and skin are as good as that of a teenager, and his mental outlook is also close to perfection, and he even has a vigor that doesn't fit this age group.

Of course, he is not the typical handsome man of Reoenthal at a glance, but his face is indeed so upright that it is impossible to deny his beauty.The generous and regular features and the firm chin make him look very majestic, and the bright gray eyes match his slightly darker complexion.His short, light-colored hair was untouched, but voluminous and lustrous from excellent physical health.

He has a sharp, capable, and self-disciplined military temperament, and at the same time, he is also the kind of reliable man who can be seen to be very upright and a good man.

At first Elfried thought he was a subordinate of Reoenthal, an insignificant little character, but then she found that the epaulet collar of the other party seemed to be exactly the same as that of Reoenthal.

Although according to the standards of the old era, of course, a lady from a boudoir should not have the ability to accurately judge the title or status of others—it would be more perfect if she didn’t even have the ability to judge basic right and wrong—but after the turmoil, she has more or less Be aware.

She probably knew who he was.

So she immediately gave up the idea of ​​avoiding, turned around, and stood back in front of him with a sneer brimming in her heart.

With some difficulty, he put Rosenthal on the sofa, and Mittermeier was finally able to straighten his waist and catch his breath.

Then he turned to face Alfred and said his doubts: "I'm very sorry, but I really never knew that there was a young lady like you in Marshal Reuenthal's house..."

His tone was very polite and soft, as if he was careful not to frighten her.It reminded Elfried a little of the young gentlemen of noble birth who used to surround her at salons and balls, courting her at every opportunity.

She felt that his impression of her was at least not bad.

"Elfried von Krausch." She curtseyed him very old-fashionedly, bowing her head impassively, "sorry for introducing myself so abruptly, but the third person here I'm afraid I won't be able to take on the heavy responsibility of referrals."

"You are very kind, Miss Crossey." He bowed to her in the same old fashioned way, without smiling, "Wolfgang Mittermeier."

"It's a great honor to meet you, Mr. Mittermeier."

"I'm also very honored, my dear lady. But I don't quite understand why a well-bred girl of your birth should not stay in the exile, but appear in the house of the enemy? "

He looked at her with polite eyes, as if she just misheard just now.

But Alfred knew she heard right.

Now she can be sure that the gentleman in front of her is not the usual idiot whose IQ drops when seeing a beautiful woman and his hormones soar. His mind is clear.

But she still has a way.

"There are too many unfreedoms in this world, sir." She replied pointedly.

"It's an honor to listen to your troubles." Pulling a chair aside, Mittermeier sat down, and raised his hand to signal the woman in front of him, inviting her to sit down too.

Alfred complied, and she didn't mind being tried in private now.

"I just don't know where should I start?" She straightened her back and smiled instead.

Mittermeier also showed a polite smirk, and asked her: "Please start from the beginning."

"In the beginning..." she recalled a little, "About 9 months ago, I sneaked into this house, hid in the bushes at the door, and was going to kill this person."

"Kill him?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"Don't you think it's unbelievable to take revenge on the eagle and dog of the shameless usurper for the sake of family blood feud?"

She seemed a little annoyed.

It was from this point that Mittermeier truly realized that the girl in front of her was indeed an old aristocrat through and through.This kind of people's brains are completely different from his, and some of their thoughts are really beyond his comprehension.

"Then it seems...you are indeed more courageous than I thought. May I ask why you didn't succeed?"

"...he's very alert. I can't outwit him by force."

This answer made Mittermeier feel as if his anger was suddenly coaxed and rolled straight up. He really wanted to ask her if it was natural, so why did you come?

But he held back.

"It seems to me that this is the inevitable result. Then?"

"I was left behind."

"You mean...?"

"As you can see, I still have merits in appearance. And this person—" She glanced coldly at Rosenthal who was on the sofa, "he is a real pervert. It's a security code, hope it works] [yes it's a security code, hope it works] crazy-"

With a bang, the chair fell to the ground.

Mittermeier stood up abruptly, staring at Alfred.Under his gaze, Alfred really felt that her heart was about to explode.but--

"I'm just telling the truth. No matter what you plan to do with me, my words won't change."

Mittermeier continued to stare at Alfred, and for a moment he felt that he might draw a gun and smash the woman's head in the next second.

But he steadied himself.

"...Are you accusing him of raping [yes this is a security code, hope it works] of raping you?"

"He threatened me with the safety of my family in exile and asked me to obey him."

"When did that happen? On the day you intended to kill him?"

"A week later. He detained me and I had to say yes."

"Then he has kept you in captivity, so that now you can stand here and accuse him to me without restraint, as if you are half the mistress of this house?"

"...I fooled him, made him believe..." "That's enough, miss. He may be fooled by anyone else, but not by a woman like you."

"..."

"I don't know what happened between the two of you. I just want to tell you that regardless of whether what you said is true or not, the difficulty of obtaining evidence for what happened 9 months ago is unimaginable, not to mention that it was not violent according to what you said. Rape [yes this is a security code, hope it works] rape, so it's a one-sided story that can't be verified - and even if his crime is confirmed, all the evidence is in place, all the details are irrefutable, after he is convicted Before going to prison, you who left the place of exile without authorization and intended to assassinate His Majesty's important ministers must first accept the bullets from the gendarmerie!"

Alfred stopped talking, she just clenched her jaw and looked at Mittermeier, Mittermeier seemed to be able to hear the sound of her gnashing of teeth.

Then the two of them just looked at each other for a while.Suddenly, Mittermeier showed a very ironic expression, as if he had suddenly realized:

"Oh! I should have thought. You couldn't kill him that day, so now you're going to finish with him, don't you? You've heard my reputation, haven't you? And I do look like a decent guy, don't you? You think Just say that to me and I'll turn my friend in for justice, or at least hold a grudge against him, and maybe one day it will ruin his reputation. Then you can say he sympathizes with the old aristocracy and has interests with them Come and go, and this is really very easy to do, because you yourself are the living proof—or do you have other backups waiting for him?"

"I'm telling the truth! You really..." "Stop lying! Do you know that your expression tells me the answer directly!!"

When he said the last sentence, Mittermeier was already yelling, and his hand was already on the holster of the gun, and he might really draw out the gun at any time.

Alfred knew he had failed utterly.

So she didn't intend to pretend to be calm or pitiful anymore—letting herself show a very hostile expression, Alfred clenched her hands tightly and sat motionless on the chair.

She is fearless.

She wasn't afraid of Mittermeier killing her, after all, she wasn't afraid of Luo Yantar killing her either.There is nothing left in her mind except hatred, so now she just regrets and resents herself for not being able to drag Luo Yantar to hell in the end.

But very unexpectedly, death did not come in the end.

When she raised her head, Mittermeier had already controlled her expression, and put down the hand that was trying to touch the gun.

After a long time, he finally spoke again: "I know that the only thing you think about now is revenge. But I also know that the price tag of revenge is extremely high, and in many cases the gain outweighs the gain. Now things have not developed to the worst. If you If you still have reason, please think about your own life and future, think about the safety of your family, and stop before it's too late."

These words made Alfred look at him.

But it was just a look, and then she lowered her head again.Mittermeier couldn't see her face clearly, but he knew his words didn't really work.

"Okay, I understand what you mean." Sighing helplessly, Mittermeier put away his persuasion and stopped hesitating, "Although you can do it according to your own ideas, anyway, in the end everyone Everyone is responsible for what they do.”

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the door, but stopped after a few steps and turned back.

"Sorry. I almost forgot." He quickly walked back to the sofa, and hugged Rosenthal who was still in a coma. "In this case, I won't leave the antelope to the hyena."

Without any more nonsense, he took him away.

Hailing a car here is far more difficult than hailing a car at the club.

I don't know whether it was because Roenthal was really too heavy, or because of purely mental factors, Mittermeier felt that he collapsed in a very short period of time - he couldn't hold Roenthal, so he had to put him in his arms. Putting it on the ground, I knelt beside him and hugged his shoulders, pulled my overcoat to wrap him around him, and waited with him for the taxi that didn't know when it would come in the thick night fog and biting cold wind.

Mittermeier didn't sympathize with Elfried at all.The only thing he wants is for her to disappear as soon as possible-in fact, everything he has done so far is for this purpose.

Now, after months of silent wrestling between him and Reoenthal, the external situation has suddenly deteriorated sharply.Finally, he decided not to wait for Reoenthal to make his own decision, but to go out in person and forcibly eliminate the dangerous factors lurking around the other party at all costs.

But just now, he discovered a bigger problem.

It was such a stupid, stubborn woman with extremely problematic origins, who was completely dazzled by hatred. She didn't even make a conscious effort to win over Luo Yantar, but Luo Yantar used unconventional means to occupy her, Tolerating and raising her for such a long time, no matter how the situation changes, he will not give up on her, even if he has already made a statement and threatened him in every possible way, he still will not give in.

Mittermeier felt that if he had to find a reason for all this, the only relatively reasonable possibility was: he really liked her.

Loved it in the past, and still do it now.

It might even have been possible that he had just passed himself off as her in the taxi - that kind of situation really fits the pattern of communication they might have had.

In this way, the question arises: If he really loves her, what should he do?

Seriously, he couldn't find the answer.

And it's hard for him to imagine if this love is real, what will be waiting for Luo Yantar in the end.

He felt very incompetent and didn't think he would be able to protect him.

Afterwards, the melancholy thoughts entrenched in his mind like this, making him extremely anxious and devoid of ideas. The only thing he could think of was to hold Reuenthal so that he would not fall on the sidewalk, and try to block him The wind, just use your own face to warm his face.