Extras: Dark Legend No. 3 - The Great Conspiracy No. 1
Miss Dill Merlin stood on the balcony, her cute little mouth bulging with anger. Her luck was really bad these days. A few days ago, an upstart with rude language came into the store, which made her almost angry.
She went crazy and finally sold him three pieces of clothing at a sky-high price of fifteen gold coins. The upstart actually bought it, which made Miss Dill Merlin really happy for a while. Unexpectedly, she was robbed again when she got home at night!
Fortunately, I have been proficient in swordsmanship since I was a child so that I can avoid any danger.
I didn’t want to come to this dinner party today, but I was too bored at home alone. As soon as I arrived, I was pestered by the playboy named Joey. This guy has been like this since he saw me a year ago.
His disgusting and boring love letters filled the trash can in his room, but he never tired of them.
And Mr. Pulie, who was covered up to his neck with mud, didn't even think that he was almost old enough to be his grandfather, but he actually made excessive demands on himself at a banquet!
"Am I such a woman?" Dill Merlin said to himself angrily: "You despicable pigs!"
The night stars in the sky are so beautiful. Dill Merlin sat down on the chair on the balcony and thought of his childhood days.
Since childhood, I have been a boy with a boyish personality. No matter what I do, I don’t want to lose to others. I dare to climb trees to get bird eggs, and I also dare to beat the aristocratic boy next door. On my eighth birthday, I
After getting her first red pony, the teacher who taught her riding was frightened. Maybe he didn't expect that he would meet such a talented student, right? And she was a girl.
Her father once touched her head and said, "Dil, it would be great if you were a boy. My Merlin family would be perfect."
Why am I not a boy? No, even if I were a girl, I would not do worse than a boy!
My mother has a sapphire necklace. At night, the sapphire necklace will emit a faint blue light under the illumination of the moon and stars. At this time, I would grab the necklace with my little hands and keep begging my mother to wear it for me.
superior.
"Dil, be good..." her mother would caress her little face: "On the day Dill gets married, my mother will put it on you with her own hands."
From that time on, Dill Merlin longed for the day when he got married, not for anything else, but just so that his mother could wear that necklace for him... However, this day would never come, and his mother would not be able to marry him until he was fourteen years old.
That year is gone forever.
After his mother left, his father became more and more unreasonable and ridiculous. He spent time at the card table and in the brothel, without caring about his own business. In fact, his mother had always been taking care of these things.
Fourteen years old. At the age of fourteen, I learned how to deal with tenant farmers and tax collectors, and used my hard-earned money to support my father who only cares about enjoyment. Oh, now that I am seventeen years old, I can find anyone to marry.
But what should my father do? Thinking of this, Miss Dill Merlin couldn't help but feel a little powerless.
Dill Merlin just treats those who are constantly pursuing her with the mentality of teasing pets. She likes others to follow her and compliment her, praising her beautiful appearance and youthful atmosphere. She likes to look at their faces.
Her eyes gradually cooled down from extreme enthusiasm, and even before they almost lost the courage to pursue her, she would give them appropriate encouragement.
"Mom, is this a man? Is this a noble?" Late at night, she would look at her mother's portrait with tears in her eyes and ask, "How could you marry such a person?"
"No! I can't be depressed like this!" Miss Dill Merlin warned herself: "Tonight, I will let Joey wag his tail at me like a pug...and then I will kick him away with a smile.
!I am strong and I will not lose to anyone!”
After thinking of a countermeasure, Miss Dill Merlin changed her posture and sat with a charming smile on her face.
There was a sound of footsteps, and Mr. Joy walked up to Miss Dill Merlin.
"Have you found the witness?" Miss Dill Merlin asked in a naughty tone: "Mr. Joy?"
"I'm sorry." Mr. Joy said helplessly, "I didn't find it."
"That's right..." Miss Dill Merlin gently shook the folding fan in her hand: "I have heard many people use the terms 'honey, sweetheart, my little sweetheart, little rabbit, little fat pig...'
Calling you..."
Mr. Joy looked at Miss Dill Merlin's twinkling big eyes and almost cried.
"Oh! Miss Dill Merlin! Please believe me! I...I am really sincere!"
"But...how do you prove your sincerity?" Miss Dill Merlin blinked, her long and curly eyelashes swaying Mr. Joy's heart.
"I...I..." Mr. Joy suddenly stepped onto the balcony railing: "I can jump from here! To prove my love for you, Miss!"
"Oh?" Miss Dill Merlin looked at the height of the balcony, compared it with Mr. Joy's courage, and then said, "You can jump if you want. I'll go in first and wait for you to come up from below."
Miss Dill Merlin walked into the room and sat on an armchair near the balcony, waiting for Mr. Joy, who did not dare to jump off the balcony, to come in and confess to herself.
Logically speaking, Dill Merlin was right. In normal times, Mr. Joy would never dare to jump off the balcony, even though the balcony was not very high. However, there was another person on the balcony at this time, a man in black and a man in a body.
A person wearing black clothes and covering his face with a black cloth.
The poor man in black had been squatting there for a long time. He didn't expect that this good show would be endless. When Miss Dill Merlin walked into the room, the man in black's feet had already begun to feel numb.
"Fortunately, there will be no one here soon... He is about to jump down." The man in black breathed a sigh of relief: "You big watermelon, you can finally move around."
But after waiting for a long time, Mr. Joy, who was straddling the fence, neither jumped forward nor walked back. It was obvious that Mr. Joy was thinking about a very important issue.
"You big watermelon, you're dancing!" The man in black cursed in his heart, feeling that this "unbearable squat in life" was really uncomfortable.
Mr. Joy is still considering whether to jump or not. That is the question.
"I can't squat anymore..." The man in black stood up slowly, rubbed his numb legs, and almost fell down: "I can't care about that much..."
"If I jump down, Miss Dill Merlin will definitely understand what I mean, but it's so high here..." Mr. Joy looked at the ground above the two of them and thought: "I'd better go into the room and apologize to Miss Dill Merlin.
Okay...but she will never forgive me..."
However, behind Mr. Joy, who was destined to be unlucky tonight, a man in black with green eyes lifted his legs up.
"You bitch...it's just because you want to jump but don't jump that your legs are numb from squatting until now..." The man in black shook his head and kicked out: "Let me help you!"
Mr. Joy opened his mouth wide, grasped his hair tightly with both hands, let out a whimpering cry, and fell down.
The banquet was originally held on the first floor, and the second floor was reserved by the host for the guests to rest. No one else was there. Miss Dill Merrin, who was in the room, suddenly heard a servant downstairs shouting: "Mr. Joy has jumped off the building!"
Although she didn’t know why Joey became brave today, Miss Dill Merlin still stood up and walked to the balcony. She didn’t want to kill anyone. It was very troublesome to get involved with someone like Joey, because Mr. Joey’s
My parents are very annoying.
On the balcony, the man in black kicked Joey down, and he felt very good. He smiled "hehe" and turned around. He wanted to enter the room and go downstairs to go home from another place.
Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he met Miss Dill Merlin who came out, face to face.
Neither of them was mentally prepared for this, and they didn't know what to do for a while.
Miss Dill Merlin reacted very quickly. She jumped back and opened her mouth to scream. The man in black knew that it was going to be terrible. When Miss Dill Merlin jumped back, she immediately jumped forward and threw Miss Dill Merlin down in the room.
On the thick carpet, one hand covered Dill Merlin's small mouth, and the other hand held down Miss Dill Merlin's right hand.
However, our Miss Dill Merlin still has the use of her left hand, and now her left hand is moving.
The man in black had no choice but to press Miss Dill Merlin's left hand to the ground with his head... But how could a person of Miss Dill Merlin's character give up resistance? She first used her left hand that could still move.
His fingers caught the hair of the man in black, and he grabbed it hard, and kicked the legs under his skirt towards the man in black.
Because his hair was caught, the man in black groaned and raised his leg to block Miss Dill Merlin's attack. However, Miss Dill Merlin's attacks came one after another. The man in black simply used his own legs impatiently.
His legs were tightly wrapped around Dill Merlin's legs.
The two people were locked in a strange posture.
Miss Dill Merlin's chest heaved violently. No young man had ever dared to be so close to her body! She was very angry! The hand holding the other person's hair tightened...
The man in black was very uncomfortable. He was gasping for air. His hair was pulled hard by Miss Dill Merlin, which was very painful. Moreover, he wanted to grab her right hand, cover her mouth, and use
He put his head against her left hand and kept their legs intertwined... This position now was even more uncomfortable than squatting on the balcony just now.
Miss Dill Merlin's eyes could kill. She kept struggling, but the girl's power was limited after all. Soon, Miss Dill Merlin was tired.
The man in black felt that the hand holding his hair was a little lighter. In order to express that he had no ill intentions, the hand covering his mouth also loosened.
Dill Merlin could breathe through her mouth. She gasped for air and slowly calmed down. Because the man in black had his face covered, she could only see the outline of his face. The man in black was also looking at her.
There was a message of hope for reconciliation in his eyes.
The two people looked at each other, their breathing gradually became calmer, and the strength on their hands became smaller and smaller. It seemed that there was hope for a peaceful solution to the matter.
"Miss Dill Merlin!" Someone knocked on the door: "Are you okay?"
When he heard someone coming, the man in black became nervous, and the hand covering his mouth tightened involuntarily! Of course, Miss Dill Merlin would not make it easy for him, and the hand holding her hair immediately used force in retaliation, and their eyes changed again.
He was fierce and hostile, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense again.
"Miss Dill Merlin?" The person outside the door had no idea of the serious consequences of his words and was still knocking on the door: "Miss Dill Merlin, what's wrong with you?"
Miss Dill Merlin is very conflicted now. She can continue to struggle, but when others come in, they see herself and a young man lying together in this posture... She may have ten mouths and she can't explain clearly... What's hateful is
, this damn guy is still holding his mouth... If he doesn't speak anymore, the person outside the door will come in!
Thinking of this, Miss Dill Merlin glared at the man in black.
The man in black was complaining endlessly. He had a headache, a sore waist, and numb feet... When he saw Miss Dill Merlin glare at him, his smart head only turned half a circle to understand the reason.
He looked at Dill Merlin, shook his head slightly, then slowly let go of the hand covering Miss Dill Merlin's mouth, and touched the black iron dagger on his leg.
"If this stinky woman screams, I will definitely wipe her neck..." He told himself, although he was not sure that he could do this.
"I'm fine." Miss Dill Merlin calmed down her mood, tilted her head and said to the person outside the door: "I was a little tired just now. I took a short rest. Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, it's okay." The person outside the door replied, "It's just that Mr. Joy slipped and fell downstairs."
"It's really unfortunate..." Miss Dill Merlin said with regret, "Is Mr. Joy seriously injured?"
"It's not serious. The master has arranged a carriage to take him back... You can rest. I will call you when the banquet is over."
"Thank you so much."
After finishing talking to the servant, Dill Merlin turned her head and found that the young man next to her was laughing. Although his face was covered, she could see from his eyes that he was smiling, and it was a bit hard.
Miss Dill Merlin gave him another stern look.
The man in black put away his smile, shook his head gently again, let go of her hand, and loosened his grip on her feet...
Miss Dill Merlin let go of the man in black's hair, pushed his chest with both hands, and the two of them separated.
"How dare you laugh at me just now!" Dill Merlin, who was originally cute, now looks extremely scary, like a she-wolf about to go crazy: "You dare not face women, what qualifications do you have?"
"Did I laugh at you? How come I didn't know?" The man in black looked very unconcerned: "Oh! You said just now, I was laughing at that gentleman... As for whether I dare to face a woman... I think
Other women have more say than you."
"Why are you laughing at him?" Miss Dill Merlin knew intuitively that this guy knew a lot about him.
"Oh... I was laughing at how funny he looked when he fell." The man in black chuckled and found a chair to sit down.
"Did you see him jump?"
"More than that, I saw it." The man in black's eyes moved around: "It was me who kicked him..."
"You..." Miss Dill Merlin was speechless.
"A man like this, no, you can't call him a man..." The man in black said easily: "It's only as high as a toothpick. He wanted to jump but didn't dare to jump. It made me angry... so I helped him.
Now, by the way, if you see him another day, tell him that he doesn’t need to thank me."
"Aren't you afraid of my barking?" Dill Merlin felt that there was really nothing he could do against this kind of person: "You stinking murderer."
"It doesn't matter. If you scream, I will wipe your neck with this..." The man in black took out a black dagger and said, "Then run away."
"Do you know this?" Miss Dill Merlin was not afraid of the dagger in the hands of the man in black. She didn't know why, but she knew that this man would not hurt her, even though he looked disgusting.
"Miss, what else do you want me to know?" The man in black had already found another way to go downstairs: "Tie you up? Smell the perfume in your hair? Or kiss your tempting little mouth...
...If you agree, I will not object to taking advantage of you..."
"You scoundrel!" Dill Merlin grabbed a vase and threw it at him. The man in black turned back and grabbed the vase firmly.
"It looks like this vase is worth a lot..." The man in black looked at the way downstairs and felt that the vase was a bit too big, so he put it aside.
"Hey! Give me something..." The man in black came over and said, "I don't want to come here in vain."
Miss Dill Merlin turned her hand and gave him a slap, but unfortunately, his hand was caught.
"It's really nerve-wracking." The man in black dodged her kick again, but took off her hair tie: "Just use this to make up for it..."
"You thief!" Miss Dill Merlin stretched out her hand: "Give it back to me!"
"It's funny. Do you want to pay back the things your robbers stole?" The man in black put away the hairband: "Goodbye..."
Miss Dill Merlin could only watch the guy climb out of the window, feeling suffocated.
"I said..." Who knew that the guy stuck his head out of the window again and asked, "Where does it go from here?"
Miss Dill Merlin almost lost her temper and answered him angrily: "Kitchen!"
"Oh, I understand." The man in black nodded: "I'm giving you a suggestion, do you want to listen to it?"
Miss Dill Merlin said "Humph!" very proudly.
"Don't use the long sword anymore. I'll lend you this..." The man in black put something by the window and disappeared.
Miss Dill Merlin looked at the window, waiting for the man in black to appear again. There were often people like this who would do anything to attract her attention, but the man in black did not appear again...
She walked slowly to the window, just in time to see the man in black jump over the garden fence and disappear into the night.
There is a sheathed dagger in the window.
Miss Dill Merlin picked up the dagger and looked at the workmanship. She was sure that it was cast by an extremely excellent craftsman of the dwarves. When she slowly pulled it out, she whispered, it turned out to be a black iron dagger. Dill Merlin
Miss Merlin has been in business for many years, so she naturally knows the value of this dagger, which is not something that ordinary nobles can possess.
The handle of the dagger is wrapped with a fish skin that I have never seen before, and the way the silk thread is wrapped is also very special... all of this is as unique as its owner.
Who is this man in black...?
Miss Dill Merlin decided to go home and think about it again. She put away the dagger and tied her hair with a ribbon. Then she straightened her evening dress and went downstairs to say goodbye to her master.
"Ah! Fichet! How is the situation?" Cohen Keda had just changed out of his black clothes when he saw Fichet, whose pseudonym was Ota, walking in.
Mr. Fichet said with a sad face: "We won..."
"You won, and you still look like this?" Cohen looked up and asked, "How much did you win?"
"I won too much..." Mr. Fichet sighed: "I won more than 4,800 gold coins from Ivar Merlin, and also won more than 900 gold coins from the old nobleman..."
"Ah..." Cohen blinked: "Didn't you say you can release or close it?"
"How did I know? It's all your fault for drinking!" Fichet said: "When I came to my senses, everyone at the table had pale faces! Moreover, Ivar Merlin, who lost his head and lost his head, still cheated in the last game.
Seen by us..."
"What did they say?"
"Give me the money within ten days... No one will expose Ivar Merlin on the spot." Fischette shook his head: "What should we do with Cohen? This might cost lives."
Cohen called Jack very quickly, said a few words in his ear, and Jack left immediately.
"You immediately write a letter to Ivar Merlin, extending the repayment period by ten days. In addition, you also tell him that you all believe that he was drunk in the last few games and forgive him for his actions!"
"I'll write it right away!"
"Damn it!" Mr. Cohen looked out the window at the night: "It's better not to cause an accident. I have to go take a look."
Miss Dill Merlin hummed a lively dance music and walked along the long corridor of her home with foxtrot steps. She held the skirt of her evening dress lightly with both hands, and a sheathed dagger was hung on her little finger.
Swinging up and down.
She was going to say good night to her father, and asked him how many gold coins he had lost today.
"Good evening, miss." She walked to the door of her father's study and the servant greeted her.
"Good evening! Is my father back?" Dill Merlin inserted a rose brought back from the dinner party into the servant's chest.
The servant smiled and accepted the lady's flowers, shook his head and said, "Yes, but he doesn't look very happy."
"Ah...it doesn't matter. Let me talk to him. You can go and rest. Thank you." Dill Merlin was in a good mood today. She didn't want to quarrel with her father.
"Yes, miss." The servant opened the door for her.
She walked into her father's room and saw a middle-aged man drinking alcohol in front of the desk. There was an unsheathed dagger in front of the desk.
"Did you lose again today?" Dill Merlin walked to the desk and took his father's wine glass: "I told you to give up your hobby of playing cards. It is not suitable for you."
"Yes... I lost..." Iva Merlin picked up the wine bottle and took a sip: "I lost everything."
"Really? How much did you lose this time?" Dill Merlin asked. His father lost money almost every few days.
Her father did not answer her, but just picked up the dagger on the table and pointed the tip of the sword at his heart.
"Dil, you must help me..." he said, "otherwise I will be finished..."
Dill Merlin took a deep breath and prepared to accept the fact that his father had lost a lot of money.
"Tell me, how much did you lose today?"
Mr. Ivar Merlin said: "Dil, I'm sorry..."
"How much exactly?"
Mr. Ivar Merlin held out four fingers and shook them.
"Father, you have gone too far! You are so ridiculous that you lost forty gold coins in one night! You know..."
Mr. Ivar Merlin said with great difficulty: "Not forty..."
"Yes... it's four hundred!" Miss Dill Merlin bulged her eyes: "That's almost all our property!"
Mr. Ivar Merlin lowered his head and said in a barely audible voice: "It's not four hundred..."
Miss Dill Merlin slumped in the chair beside the desk, her whole body weak.
"If you don't tell me how much you lost...I swear I won't care about you anymore..."
"I... lost..." Mr. Ivar Merlin looked at the floor: "Nearly five thousand... gold coins..."
"I'm sorry! Really! I'm really sorry!" Ivar Merlin raised his head and looked at his daughter.
"I knew we would have this day eventually, but I didn't expect it to come so soon... We have to go to the streets to beg for food." Miss Dill Merlin was completely angry: "Mr. Baron! Have you decided which street you want to go to?"
"That's not all..." Whether it was because he was afraid of begging on the street or because he was apologizing to his daughter, Mr. Baron's eyes flashed with tears: "They also saw me hiding cards..."
"I swear I didn't mean it! I drank too much."
"You must believe me! I really didn't mean it!"
"Go to hell!" Miss Dill Merlin looked at her father with cold eyes, stood up, turned around and left the room.
Mr. Ivar Merlin lowered his head again.
With a "Peng" sound, Miss Dill Merlin kicked open the door and rushed in, taking away the dagger on the desk, the long knife in the bookcase, the spear hanging on the wall... and everything else that could be used to commit suicide happily.
Stuff, then, walks out again.
"You'd better go back to bed now!" She said while standing at the door: "By daybreak, if you are not dead yet, get up and prepare breakfast for me!"
"I am your father!" Ivar Merlin shouted: "You must respect me!"
"Shut up!" Dill Merlin didn't even look back: "I am your father now!" (To be continued)