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The carriage departed from the Viscount's Mansion to the countryside around the Vosges Mountains.

Since the Viscount's mansion is close to the Vosges Mountains, it is not a long journey, but the bumps caused by the rough road are still disturbing.

"Why hasn't the glory of the God of Industry spread here, so that the fanatic brains of believers can fill up the road here?" In the spacious carriage, the Viscountess sarcastically took out a small glass bottle from the grid and shook it. .

The fragrance of "Victory of Samothrace" produced by Bali Comprehensive Beauty Pharmacy immediately permeated the compartment.

Lin Xingtao sat by his wife's hand, and saw that the card attached to the glass bottle was written in cursive script: youth is beauty.

Tuberose, magnolia, jasmine, the noble ladies of the upper class love this smell so much, they will definitely stir the fragrance in the air with their fingers like the lady, and apply them to their eversion neckline, without moving There will be no lightness and elegance like the lady.

The lady was wearing a black shirt and a purple skirt, and a tight purple jacket. The purple was rich and mysterious, making the skin at her neckline as white as curdled milk.

Lin Xingtao smelled the smell, and thought of the sweetness wrapped around the quilt at night. To be honest, he didn't think the smell was as sweet as that - if it wasn't from the Viscountess, could it be from the Viscount?

Maybe it's the smell of bath soap... Lin Xingtao looked at Lucas and Audrey who were sitting across from each other, their heads leaning on each other.

"Isn't Dad coming?" Lucas asked softly.

The madam withdrew the fragrance, and replied a little coldly: "He has to ride on the horse all the time to make himself arrogant and inhuman."

Lucas rolled the green eyes he inherited from the viscount, and asked again, "Then why doesn't Louis sit with me and Audrey?"

"Because he's sick and contagious."

"Oh. What is contagion?"

At this time, the carriage seemed to have passed a certain stream, and a smell mixed with industrial waste gas floated into the carriage. Despite the neutralization of the fragrance, the lady still frowned and put on her gauze hat, shouting: "Children! , cover your noses—Gaspard, are you sure you won't come in for a while?"

"I don't think I matter," replied the Viscount.

Audrey opened the curtain, and the sound was gently carried into the car by the wind, which was more suitable to adjust the atmosphere than the fragrance.

Through the gap, Lin Xingtao saw that the Viscount was wearing a white riding outfit with red borders, and his body on the horse undulated rhythmically.

The Viscount glanced casually into the carriage, raised the brim of his hat with his fingers in white gloves, and quickly rode his horse to the front.Today, he tied his blond hair into a slightly higher ponytail, his originally soft face was a little sharper because of his heroic attire, and the color of his lips was a little lighter.But because of the bright clothes, he is still dazzling.

In Lin Xingtao's eyes, there was a significant difference between him and the Viscountess, who was more solemnly dressed.

Madam's blond hair is braided and coiled on top of her head today. While Lin Xingtao is looking at her hairstyle, she has already begun to answer Lucas' question:

"That means you are too close to Louis. For example, if Louis sneezes on you, you will also get sick. Remember the workers in Bally in the last story? They spread it like this, and then it became a plague, Audrey, put down the curtains, the stench outside is the smell of the plague."

Audrey, who was kneeling on the mat and looking outside, quickly withdrew her hand in fright.

"So I can't kiss Louis?" Lucas asked.

"The most you can do is kiss him on the cheek when he's not coughing."

. . . . . .

What they are going to attend is the noble hunting party held by His Excellency Poncelet, the only Duke of the Vosges Province. Once a year, on this day every year, His Excellency the Duke will welcome many nobles and nobles with different purposes in his country manor. its servants.

At the hunting party, nobles ride horses and bring hounds to hunt small animals such as foxes and rabbits that have been released in advance in the jungle. They return before sunset. The person who gets the most prey will be rewarded by the duke and become the most popular in the noble circle in the second half of the year. welcome characters.

This had become a tradition, but it was the first time for the Viscount Salian and his wife, who rarely set foot in the social circle, to participate.

They were not cramped. Listening to the butler's explanation of the rules, they stepped out of the carriage gracefully and calmly, and received a warm welcome from the nobles present.

A young master like Lin Xingtao also received cordial greetings from the nobles.

Every nobleman, no matter young or middle-aged, has gorgeous and well-tailored costumes. The cold barrels are pasted together with exquisite ornaments, and it is impossible to tell what kind of killer it is.

Few of them are ugly, but most of them are aesthetically vulgar. In general, women may be aggressive or dignified and elegant, and men may be calm or vigorous. have sex.

Any commoner who strays into this place will feel ashamed of himself like the plucked turkey in the silver tray carried by the servant.However, no civilians will stray into this place, buckets of champagne are poured at the border here, and the smell of money drives away every poor person with a long nose and a sense of awe.

The Viscount and his wife stayed by the woods with their big dog Rose, while Lin Xingtao's three children sat in the garden, served by ten maids brought by the Duke.

Due to his weakness, Lin Xingtao has been huddled in the high-back chair, occasionally taking a bite of the delicious snacks ordered by the adults.When he was thinking about what to do next, he suddenly felt dizzy, and Lucas' voice sounded at the right time:

"Louis Louis~ Look at that maid."

Lin Xingtao rubbed his forehead and followed his brother's line of sight.

Several maids were playing in the garden with the master's permission, and the one Lucas watched was with Count Meunier.

"She's seducing the count." Lucas' immature voice was a bit sharp, "Look, she's really a slutty woman."

Lin Xingtao was taken aback, because his words were not like a simple child.

"Her movements are so funny." Lucas imitated the maid as he fiddled with his hair, and let out a crisp laugh.

Lin Xingtao stared at him without moving, then slowly looked around twice.

Audrey squatted on the ground to watch the flowers, while the other maids lowered their heads as if they hadn't heard anything.

"Lucas." Lin Xingtao rested his hand on the armrest. The wooden armrest had been exposed to the sun for a long time but felt as cold as marble. "That's what the count asked her to do."

"No, that's not it." Lucas said calmly at first, and then jumped off the chair with excitement, pointing his finger at Earl Ren's maid who was biting her breast.

"Look at her, how she trembles, her mouth is like a strawberry, and all the saliva and lipstick flowed down the earl's chin—oh, the earl tasted the strawberry."

"Louis~" Lucas hugged one of Lin Xingtao's arms, stood on tiptoe, and got very close, his little face reminiscent of honey and toffee showed a mischievous look about to share a secret, "Dear Louise, do you know why I know? Women like this, mother has executed many times, they will bring themselves to the mouth like a ripe strawberry, and the strawberry will rot when the man's mouth moves - wait for you to grow up Some, you will also meet."

"Strawberries?" Audrey recovered and asked the maid, "There are strawberries here, maybe I can get a plate?"

"The manor has everything you need, Miss Salian."

So Audrey got the strawberry from the maid. She held the strawberry handle in one hand and the skirt corner in the other. She stepped on the stone brick gap in the garden with her round leather shoes, and the garland she wove on her head was dazzling.

She waved her finger in front of Lin Xingtao's eyes and asked, "Louis, do you want to eat strawberries?"

The next moment, she put her hands behind her back, tilted her head, and she gently held the strawberry between her teeth.

She is about to be a big girl too, such movements are natural and delicate, but her eyes are shining with an adult brilliance that makes Lin Xingtao's hair stand on end.

"Huh?" She hummed softly, approaching Lin Xingtao.

Lin Xingtao frowned, but soon relaxed, he hooked his fingers towards his sister on the chair, which attracted Lucas's excited voice.

At this time, a subtle whisper slowly rang in his ears.

"She's trying to seduce you, don't fall for it," said the voice.

The dry and refreshing breath swayed from the swirling hair all the way to Lin Xingtao's fingertips pinching the armrest.

Lin Xingtao turned his head suddenly, and a bird flew up from the woods.

He put down his finger, turned to Audrey and said, "No, sister, I don't want to eat what you have eaten."

Audrey stopped.

That strawberry is rotting.

Between Audrey's teeth, gurgling red mud flowed out, thick and slow.This delicate girl seemed to have also become a soft strawberry, with many small black holes appearing on her body, and then the black holes collapsed, extruding the girl's bright red.

Scary enough to join the scene of a horror movie, Lin Xingtao stared at Audrey's moldy white eyes and shouted like a naughty boy: "Don't bother me!"

This shout shook the dust on the ground.

Audrey returned to normal. She stomped her feet and ran away angrily.

"I won't give it to you, bastard!"

After Audrey ran away, Lucas turned to the front of the chair, smiled and rubbed his soft cheeks against Lin Xingtao's side, said "Ai Ai" twice, in a naive and lively tone: "Louis! Listen to me Speak! You must listen carefully!"

"Brother Lucas, I'm listening." Lin Xingtao replied.

"Let me tell you, Audrey is jealous of you. She wants to kiss you, get infected and get sick, so that she can be loved by her parents. My sister is too powerful."

The face that was close at hand was agitating. I don't know whether it should be the child's naive complaints or vicious and incomprehensible sarcasm. Lucas's hair brushed Lin Xingtao's cheeks itchy.

However, Lin Xingtao thought back to the scene when he was sick, and the two children anxiously and hurriedly hugged him to find their parents.

He trembled in fear, pushed Lucas' finger on his shoulder, and shouted, "What is brother talking about? Why is sister like that? What's wrong with you, I feel so strange."

Lucas was trembling with excitement, and when he was about to continue to speak ill, Lin Xingtao straightened up, leaned against his ear, and gritted his teeth and said, "—but brother, she is not as good as me, isn't she? ."

Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his throat quivered, and his lips pursed subconsciously.

He stopped, suddenly choked up, and said sobbingly, "I'm sorry, Louis, I just want to cheer you up. I seem to have done something wrong. I have to go to Audrey and apologize to her."

At this moment, Earl Meunier came over with a smile on his face while wiping the mark on his neck with a handkerchief, and asked kindly, "My dear children, what's the matter? Don't quarrel, your parents will be sad."

Lucas said quickly: "Your Excellency, have you seen my sister?"

Count Meunier rubbed his chin, thinking: "I really haven't seen this. The hunting has already started at this time. It would be terrible if Miss Salian accidentally entered the woods. Oh, I have to It's over."

The count smiled at them, mounted his brown steed, and rushed to the entrance of the forest.

"Then Louis, let's play a game! It's still hide-and-seek! This time you came to find me and Audrey, how about it? That's it, you count, I'll hide first."

Lin Xingtao stayed where he was, watching Lucas go away at a speed that was definitely not a human child.

He raised his head.

The sky turned a strange leaden gray, the clouds and the wind were dark and uncertain, the shimmering light of the woods faltered under the sky, and the hearts of the people did not know which gurgling stream they had sunk into.

"Weird world..." he murmured, and took out a delicate pistol from his pocket.

The gun was stuffed in by the Viscount when he helped him change his clothes.

At that time, the viscount kissed his forehead, looked at the elongated figure outside the door, a gentle and cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "My Louis, take it and join the team of hunters. Make sure you don't get hurt by it - like you did to me in the orphanage."

Lin Xingtao raised his gun and aimed it precisely at Lucas's shrinking back.

. . . . . .

"Peng!"

There was a gunshot, the leaves swayed, and the birdsong sounded like being scratched by the leaves.

But that was not the sound of hunting, that was just the attempt of the nobles in the outermost woods.In order to capture the heart of their lover, they will show their valor by firing a gun suddenly, but if they are really allowed to ride on rough ground, they will certainly not let the saddle wear down their ready-to-sheath knives.

Their clothes were still brand new, and the smell of the soil didn't even cover the smell of the fragrance. When Lin Xingtao passed by them, they just talked sweetly against their cheeks, treating the hunt as a public date.

——This is a mutual hunting between male and female nobles.

Lin Xingtao thought that if someone is willing to shoot his sweetheart in the chest, he or she must be the winner today.

He was walking along the stream, a silvery band that seemed endless.

But occasionally, red bloodstains flowed like a sewn ribbon, and Lin Xingtao reached out to pick up a blood-stained fallen leaf, and the fallen leaf, which was as delicate as a letter, kissed his fingertips playfully and slipped away.

The cold stream water and the bloodstains are as smooth as silk. He has been picking for a long time, but he can't piece together the truth about the strange world.

When several dense gunshots passed away with the waves, he just pushed aside the fallen leaves and saw his own reflection in the stream.

Louis Salian is a child with a handsome appearance, and his temperament is actually more handsome than beautiful and cute.

There is nothing special about this, only a man who is good at teasing people will see that there is a different light in this child's dark eyes.

A deer hoof galloped over in an instant, stepped on a fallen leaf, and the fallen leaf trembled, sending it to the opposite bank.

There were several barking dogs in the distance, and the deer was being chased by hunters and dogs.

On the opposite bank, the grass stalks were crushed by the hooves of the horses and the objects dragged behind them, forming a distinct path.

The nobles had finished the first round of hunting and were on their way back. They seemed to have missed the fawn and were arguing about the ownership of the other prey.

One said: "This corpse has sold itself to me, sir, and you have no right to touch it."

The other person replied arrogantly: "Corpse, whether the words of His Excellency the Baron are true, answer him."

After some debate between the two nobles, an agreement was finally reached.One of them used the whip in his hand to hook up the necklace attached to a certain part of the corpse, and hung it on the horse's head. With a cry, the horse dragged the corpse for two steps.

Seeing this, an attendant who followed hurriedly got off his horse and added a sentence to the sign hanging on the corpse.The sign reads:

[Epinal City, Morning Glory Town, Keo Street, a butcher shop vendor, Ralph, weighs 59kg.Belonging to His Excellency Baron Ivan, private property is sacrosanct. ]

The nobles left talking and laughing, mixed with the girl's praise.

"Your Excellency the Baron, your technique is really great! You shot through that prey even as soon as it knelt down!"

"It's a pity that it is too thin."

"You're already very good. I'm not good at shooting, so I can only use a gun. The one I hit before bleeds a lot. It must be much lighter, and the wound is also ugly."

"It's okay, beautiful lady, I can give you a leg."

"Oh, what a gracious and generous gentleman you are!"

Lin Xingtao watched all this until the stream flowed again and the fallen leaves drifted past again.

He saw that he had no expression on his face, but the deer's hooves disturbed the stream, and his face was distorted and blurred, looking like a raging man with his mouth open and roaring.

He turned his head when there was a rapid gasp behind him.

A figure rushed towards him, as if waiting for the nobleman on the other side to leave before making any move.

It was a middle-aged woman in ragged clothes, and her identity could be seen from her frightened face—a poor commoner.

The woman is indeed a commoner. She hid in the bushes before, and the soles of her feet were covered with scars from stones. The mud and blood were all mixed together, but she didn't care about the pain. Her simple wisdom told her that she and her son wanted to live , there is only one chance.

She witnessed the death of neighbors one by one. Those who usually greeted her friendly, or quarreled with her over a handful of vegetables, all died like the lowest domestic animals.

Cut off the parts, give each other gifts, dislike the weight, and stuff it into the soil.

The scariest aristocrat she had ever heard of was Count Meunier. It was said that he liked to chew grapes by himself, and then put the grape seeds and skins on the tip of his tongue and spit them out to his servants who opened their mouths wide.

Obedience, dignity, resistance, death.

The owner of the butcher shop next door knelt on the ground and was shot through the neck by an arrow. The sound he made when he died was hoarse and pitiful than the duck on the chopping board.

The woman was terrified to the extreme, her saliva kept dripping because she forgot to close her mouth, and landed on the tear-filled eyes of her son in her arms.They hid behind rocks, their bodies were covered with mud, and they trembled when the gun fired.

Immediately, she saw a child walking out of the forest.

The child is so beautiful, like a little angel.

There was no need to compare it with the son in her arms, she knew clearly that it was a nobleman's child.

Because he has smooth hair that does not touch a trace of dirt or blood, he has clothes that are not wrinkled and made of exquisite materials, he has milk-like white skin, and his quiet eyes are like a deer drinking water in the forest.

She couldn't help fantasizing.

She imagined that her child was like him, sitting in the latest bathtub, surrounded by professional maids, squeezing out shampoo equivalent to months of labor by ordinary people, and washing the child's hair carefully and carefully.

The child has a closet of clothes, and every piece of work requires dozens of workers to work until they are blind.

A child must also have such a soft and expensive fur collar scarf. His noble and elegant parents wrap it around him dotingly, worried that he will catch cold, but still kiss his soft lips.

Children can run around the castle without any scruples, and when they are tired, they can eat snacks made by the best pastry chefs in the capital.

A child can be picky and dislike the craftsmanship of the palace chef, but accidentally like the cooked food of a small butcher in a small town. His arrival made everyone in the small town receive a bounty.

All the girls in the town fell in love with him.

People in the town called him: "Young Master!"

She seems to have really seen...

"Mom." Her poor son, who liked the butcher's daughter because he liked meat, called to her from his arms.

She shook her head, her mind was blank, and only one thought directed her to act - she wanted to make her child a child of a nobleman!

She rushed out without realizing it at all. When her painful toe hit the stone and ran to the child, she desperately scratched at the child's neck with her uneven nails—she only hesitated for a moment, because she was stuck in the child's neck. The neck in the fur collar was too delicate - the noble child was very quiet, he didn't even struggle, but when he raised his head to look at her, those clear black eyes made her fingers tremble crazily.

As a result, there were obvious bloodstains on the delicate neck.

"Renault, throw away your clothes! Put on his!"

- You're crazy, this can't be done.

"Okay, you are about the same age!"

——You are crazy, how could there be nobles who would not recognize you.

"Go to the servants of the manor, scold them, and ask them to prepare delicious food for you!"

——At least when they see such a child in nice clothes, they won't shoot immediately... they can find a chance to survive.

"What's your name?" The woman asked threateningly, beggingly, and then despair flashed across her eyes.

Because she saw the nobleman's child unhurriedly raise a gun.

The child was holding a gun, not afraid of her fingers pinching his neck, his eyes were still quiet.

However, the next moment, her eyes regained hope.

She heard the child say, "My name is... Reno Crowther."

"His name is Louis Salien de Lorraine." Lin Xingtao looked at the sign on the woman's son and said to the boy, "Remember this name. Do you know how to use a gun? I'll teach you."

Lin Xingtao felt that this name was a bit familiar. Maybe he would have heard of this name in the future, or maybe he had heard of it in the past. His memory was confused and he could not remember it very clearly.

When he was teaching this boy named Renault to use a gun, a sentence flashed in his mind-Mom asked Officer Renault to teach me to shoot!

Time may also be confused, and facts may be reversed. Lin Xingtao calmly changed into dirty clothes, helped the woman slip her chain to Reynolds, and said, "A grown-up who claims to be elegant will not snatch a child's booty." Then Go deep into the woods and wait for the start of the second round of hunting.

The wind in the forest is getting stronger and stronger, and they spontaneously blow away the continuous fallen leaves on the stream, so that the soul once dissolved in the water can be revealed more clearly.

It was not Louis's appearance in the reflection.

Lin Xingtao suppressed the anger between his brows and showed his sharpness in an instant.

The fallen leaves slipped by silently and were cut in half.

The author has something to say:

Renault, who has played quite a lot but is always a tool man:

The former Renault is dead, now Niu Hulu Renault is holding the gun.