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Interlude: A story covered in snow

 I don’t know exactly what the adults did that night. The last image in my eyes was that my father was dragged out of the pit, and then I passed out.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in a single ward with nothing around me. I wanted to go find my family, but I couldn't move.

The pain in my neck became more and more severe as I gradually regained consciousness. My mouth was fixed and I couldn't even cry.

Moreover, a kind of shrill roar kept echoing in my mind - it came from usurping a mate.

This voice never stopped, it just kept going... I tried to talk to it, but it only wanted to torture me, so I gave up trying. In other words... I was ready to wake up.
After an unknown amount of time, someone finally came to see me.

A nurse seemed to squeeze my hand...after all, I couldn't feel her touch.

She called the adults, and the adults said to me:

"You are seriously injured and should rest peacefully to recover. Your father is currently safe and you will be able to see him when you recover."

He also said:

"The person who hurt you has been arrested, and I will bring the murderer to justice."

I noticed that there was some deception in his words, but I still accepted it with peace of mind.

......

My body recovered day by day. After about two months, I was able to walk, but I was still unable to speak because the neck injury was still very serious.

It was in this state that the adults took me to visit my father.

I saw him through the glass of the ward.

My father has changed tremendously. It must have been his mother's death that dealt him a big blow.

He looked extremely thin, and I still can't forget the scene at that time: his skeletal arm held the bloody fingertips of his hand, and he used it to scratch his bare chest. There were neat lines on his chest,

The ribs pressing against the skin are intertwined with red scratches, forming a ferocious picture.

I feel strange to him.

——Of course, this is just my first impression. In other words, I still trust my father unconditionally.

Seeing my father in this state, I immediately burst into tears, and the wound on my neck opened. The sudden severe pain made me faint... Fortunately, the glass in the ward was cast with a high-precision soundproofing spell.

I did not alarm my father in the room, and I received timely treatment.

After this incident, I was not allowed to leave the room.

......

Several months passed until I recovered and I was able to see my father again.

This time, my father's face was glowing, and he was completely different from the decadent guy before.

My father hugged me excitedly and told me how much he missed me. Tears welled up in his eyes and his smile was so sincere that I let down all my guard.

In other words, I'm very happy that my father can get over the loss - so that we have the capital to get back into our daily lives.

The warm atmosphere of the first meeting convinced the adult that I was able to control my emotions, so he encouraged my father to get into a wheelchair and I pushed him to relax in the garden of the hospital... It was a rare happy scene, not

Anyway? Anyway, I cherish this opportunity. In other words, I think we need this kind of process, otherwise any changes in the future will be particularly abrupt.

When I relax, I usually don’t communicate with my father, but I am lost in thought alone: ​​What does our current situation represent? What is the difference between the tranquility in front of me and the peace in the past? How long can it last? It will also disappear at some point.

?

Is there any point in owning it?

Naturally, no one answered me, but I didn’t dare to ask my father. In other words, this was just something worth considering by myself.

But some things are certain: I lost my mother, my father lost his wife, our manor is gone, and we need a new home.

......

The adults went through the necessary procedures for us to be discharged from the hospital, and then escorted us all the way to the central square of Samobir - where people gathered, including the lords of Samobir and other prominent figures.

As soon as my father and I were helped out of the carriage, the lord and others immediately came forward to greet us. We were flattered to receive the inexplicable care, but we felt uncomfortable in our hearts. In other words, the treatment of this nobleman actually made me doubt myself.<

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We came to the square to watch the execution.

On the spacious wooden platform, more than a dozen prisoners were tied up. I recognized among them some of my father's former servants. The prisoners' faces were pale, and they had lost the dignity they had when they burned down the manor. They seemed to have suffered a lot of torture, and there was no trace of emotion in their eyes.

A little light of life.

At the execution ground, the master read out the criminal's actions, and then hanged the prisoners one by one in front of the people of Samobir.

Ah, by the way, the prisoners were charged with "blaspheming the nobility".

That day was the proudest day for my father and I - the honor of the Yadel family was recognized, and we maintained the remaining dignity, even though we relied on the strength of others... and we paid a painful and unavoidable cost

price.

However, I still feel extremely comfortable and even excited.

......

After watching the execution, the common people dispersed like frightened animals. The lord and other nobles also walked away decisively. Only the adults accompanied us to the suburbs.

We were pleasantly surprised to notice that the manor has been rebuilt, the soil that was once in ruins has been planted with fruits again, grapes are hung on wooden racks, and several servants are taking care of the surrounding vegetation.

Your Excellency told us that he is willing to provide all the help he can to bring the Adair family back to its former peaceful life.

However, he pointed at me and told my father: I have become the host of a demonic mate, that is, a demon. And he can't guarantee that this will not be exposed in the future.

In addition, my lord, please confess to me - my remaining life span is no more than ten years.

After hearing this, my father sobbed in despair, but I suddenly felt a little relieved.

Finally, I don’t have to worry anymore, I think... In other words, now that everything is settled, I just go with the flow.

The Lord made a suggestion: Let him raise me in order to protect my identity as a demon and at the same time, let me play some use... In return, he will pay the Yadel family a generous "consolation" every year

Gold".

I didn’t want my father to hesitate, so I immediately agreed.

You may not understand the reason why I do this... What I want to emphasize is that the main reason why I follow you is not to repay gratitude.

In other words, adults reminded me with actions...

——The word "noble" symbolizes a kind of ability.

——A powerful and inviolable ability.

——An ability that is enough to win widespread respect.

——The ability to protect one's family.

I don’t know from which day, I started to worship people with this kind of ability, I started to serve people with this kind of ability unconditionally, and I started... to realize my own incompetence.

This deal will give my father and my Yadel family stability for several years.

So I made my choice.

So I completed one assassination training after another.

So I knew it would bring me pain, but I still tried to control my ability to find a spouse again and again.

So I have never regretted it.

So, you met me.

Do you understand? Mr. Gu Lao.


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