Chapter 11 The most ferocious and evil knight in history
Beside the bed, Lale was carefully tidying up the quilt for Oga, who was already asleep.
When there was a gentle knock on the door, the maid opened the door and came closer, taking some clothes and putting them down.
Lale took a look and opened his mouth.
This woman... changed another set of clothes. How many days does she need to change clothes in one night?
But after the maid put down her clothes, she nodded, smiled, and turned around to leave without saying anything... Lale hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly chased after her.
"Wait a moment……"
In front of the door, Lale closed the door gently and suppressed the sound at the same time.
"Is there something wrong, Miss Lale?" Youye asked calmly.
"Um...uh..." Lale hesitated for a while, then whispered: "Um...thank you for letting us stay temporarily tonight..."
"If you want to say thank you, wouldn't it be better to go and say thank you in person?"
Lale opened his mouth and raised his head just in time to meet the maid lady's half-smiling look.
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In the room, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Luo Qiu's legs were covered with a light blanket, and a reading lamp was turned on next to him.
The book I read was brought in the study room of this suite, and it was a miscellaneous book about British folk tales.
When Youye came in with Lale, Boss Luo happened to see the story of Mordred's rebellion.
"Miss Lale, is there something wrong?" Luo Qiu closed the chat, stood up, and put the blanket away.
"Miss Lale said, I want to thank you personally, Master." Youye came to Luo Qiu's side and said softly.
He looked towards the orc girl and found that the animal ears on her head were trembling slightly, looking very embarrassed, so he said: "Do you like tea, Miss Lale?"
"ah?"
Luo Qiu smiled and said: "The tea made by our maid is very delicious... You Ye."
As he spoke, Luo Qiu casually snapped his fingers, and a pair of tea sets quietly appeared on the small round table in the corner of the study room... Lale was slightly surprised, and what was even more surprising was that these tea sets were familiar to her. This was the country where she was born.
Commonly used tea sets.
"Fruit tea or black tea?" the maid looked at Lale and asked with a smile, "There are a lot of fresh fruits in the kitchen, and there are some freshly picked cherries."
"I...just black tea!" Lale waved his hand quickly, "It doesn't have to be so troublesome, actually!"
"Please sit down, Miss Lale." Luo Qiu came to the table, first pulled out a chair, and then made an invitation gesture.
Lale's steps suddenly became a little stiff... She had never encountered such courtesy. In other words, the people who took care of her and Oga on the farm where she grew up were casual and carefree people.
They will sing and dance around the campfire, and they will also drink happily during the harvest season. The smell of hops will always be diffused in the night wind along with the aroma of tulips.
"Did you... think of your family?"
Lale couldn't remember how she sat down, and why she suddenly fell into memories... Just such a question brought her back to reality from the beautiful memories.
"I have no family." Lale said subconsciously, then bit his lip, "Except for Oga, I have no family."
While she was talking, she did not forget to look at the way this beautiful woman who called herself a maid made tea...it was really the way of her motherland.
"How many spoons of sugar do I need?"
"Four……"
The maid girl received this request very clearly. She gently lifted the lace on her sleeve with her left hand, and started making sugar cubes with her right hand... She suddenly felt like the ugly duckling in the story in front of these two people.
"Have you figured out how to leave?"
Luo Qiu's question temporarily interrupted Lale's random thoughts and said quickly: "I will take Ojia out of here early tomorrow morning, and I will never cause you any more trouble..."
"I told you that the reward for finding your brother has already been paid." Luo Qiu has always been very patient and took the trouble to say: "Do you still remember the contract you signed? It has been returned to me. And
Your life has also been shortened by one month each... Of course, you are still young, so you don't feel much. I heard that the life span of orcs is longer than ordinary people, so I guess you don't feel much."
Lale said subconsciously: "I am a mixed race, and my life span is about the same as that of ordinary people..."
Just after she finished speaking, she felt a little regretful... Will the other party be curious about this and ask her about her life experience? How should she answer?
"It seems a bit troublesome for Miss Lale to leave." Luo Qiu did not ask further questions, but thought to himself and said, "You were caught by orc traffickers, and you don't have any identification documents with you. Ordinary means of transportation may be used.
No."
Lale immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "It doesn't matter. We can sneak into the carriage where the train loads goods, so we don't have to go through so many troublesome inspections. We have done it before... um."
She quickly pursed her lips and lowered her head.
Luo Qiu thought for a while, opened his palm, and a document appeared. There was also a mobile phone. He pushed these things in front of Lale, "Here is a schedule of trains passing through the undersea tunnel tomorrow. In addition, this mobile phone has
I hope the translation software can be of some help to Miss Lale on your return journey."
Lale has long suffered from the pain of being unable to understand the language. She is aware of modern technological means, and has also thought about the problem of mobile phone translation, but she is penniless and really wants to get these things in this strange foreign country. She probably only needs
Illegal or forcible means.
The information and mobile phone undoubtedly helped her a lot... She was already a little surprised by this mysterious magician's method of conjuring things out of thin air. Anyway, the rumors about magicians she had known since she was a child were all owned by these magicians.
All kinds of magical powers.
"Why……"
Luo Qiu said: "Just think of it as...a little self-satisfaction."
…
She didn't remember how she walked out of the study, but she remembered that the magician's smile was gentle and the black tea made by the maid was sweet.
In the room, Oga was still asleep.
Lale sat on the edge of the bed. Although he was exhausted to the extreme, he still cheered up and started planning his departure tomorrow with the files and mobile phone in hand.
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In the study room, Luo Qiu returned to the place where he started reading and sat down. The maid girl sat on his lap on the carpet, like a cat, leaning on his lap.
The skirt is spread out, round, like a rose.
"Master, are you just letting them go like this?" The maid lady raised her head.
Luo Qiu looked down and touched her face lightly with his fingers, "Before leaving, I wrote a sentence to myself... I was thinking that in a short period of time, if it is not irresistible, try to do something... maybe
As for the matter of losing money, we will temporarily get through this stage.”
As he spoke, he raised his left hand... On his wrist, there was a string of agarwood beads.
"Like relief?"
Luo Qiu smiled, stretched out his hand and lifted the maid's chin, "Don't companies also do charity?"
"Self-satisfaction?" The maid lady's eyes were full of joy.
"Self-realization." Luo Qiu lowered his head, and he began to like the feeling of touching these lips.
After a long time, when they separated, Luo Qiu said softly: "When I'm ready... I'll help you get your body back in heaven."
"Um……"
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On the island, an armed helicopter slowly descended.
The wind blew against the people who were directing the landing, and their clothes rustled... Finally, the helicopter came to a complete stop, the hatch opened, and a charming woman in a purple dress stepped out.
She only has one person...the psychic witch, Gillian.
At the same time, dozens of men suddenly came from all around with guns. The muzzles of these guns were undoubtedly pointed at this psychic witch.
"I'm just a person who comes to visit the prison. Can't I be treated politely?" Jillian sighed softly.
At this time, behind a gun-wielding man, a brown-haired man wearing a white suit and sunglasses slowly walked over, "I am facing the fifth-ranked psychic witch on the Magicians Association's most wanted witch list. I
Think we've been polite enough...Ms. Gillian."
"Can I say that this ranking is only due to false accusations?" the witch covered her mouth and chuckled.
The man in white said calmly: "Ms. Gillian, according to Sir Pukins' instructions, you only have twenty minutes to visit the prison... After twenty minutes, whether you can get out or not, we will close the entrance to the prison. Please
Watch the time."
The witch smiled and said: "He is known as the strongest knight among the twelve knights, and he is also a person who was born blind. It can be said that he restrains me from the bottom up... Am I so disliked by Mr. Lino?
.”
"Please." The man in white... Lino turned sideways.
The people holding guns also separated into two rows to let the lady pass... She raised her head and glanced ahead. On the hillside of the island, there was an ancient stone castle.
Gillian walked gracefully, like a Persian cat, with a scent of violet perfume carried by the wind. She wanted to walk towards the castle on the hillside and whispered.
The broad door stands majestically,
The pillars of solid stone reach into the sky;
The power of heaven is as insignificant as human power,
How can we regard a huge building as if it were an overturned nest?
The steel fortress is majestic and sublime.
"What are you talking about?" Among the people holding guns, one person seemed to be in a state of extreme nervousness. At this time, he shouted loudly, and his finger on the trigger seemed to have already depressed the trigger.
That Mr. Lino stretched out his hand to press down. Although he was born blind, his other perceptions were far superior to those of ordinary people.
"This is one of the passages in "Edinburgh Gaol". The character Butler in the novel chants at the prison door when he is refused a visit to the prison." Lino said calmly, "It is not a spell."
"Well... Mr. Lino is also a sentimental person."
The witch looked back and smiled. As she smiled, the man who was shouting at him suddenly screamed in terror. He even threw the weapon in his hand to the ground in panic and exclaimed: "Snake! Snake!!"
Not only was he shocked, he seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing at this moment, and his whole person was in a state of loss of control.
Knight Lino frowned, then struck the out-of-control man on the back of the neck with a knife, knocking him unconscious to the ground. At the same time, he faced the witch and said calmly: "Ms. Gillian, I don't mind.
Count your travel time into your visit time...if you like to stay here."
"I want to take back my compliments to you."
The witch turned around and set off again, but this time the pace was slightly faster.
It only took more than half an hour to walk from the tarmac to the castle on the hillside, and everyone had already arrived in front of the castle.
At this time, Lino took out a key wearing a necklace from his neck, walked to the castle gate, and inserted the key into the door hole in the center of the gate.
The ancient gate then slowly descended... The entrance was completely dark.
"Remember, you only have twenty minutes. That person, if nothing unexpected happens, will be on the tower in the east wing at this time... Go ahead."
"I strongly request that these twenty minutes be counted from the moment we meet, not from the moment I step in here." Ms. Gillian's voice suddenly became calm.
Mr. Lino seemed not to have heard. He waved his hand, and a subordinate took out the electronic timer. After Lino said "start", he pressed the timing button.
"What a boring and heartless man." The witch glanced resentfully, then lifted up her skirt and walked into the castle door.
Lino closed the castle door again and stood in front of it.
He took a deep breath, held it in both hands... as if holding a sword, and stood like this, with a serious look on his face.
"This is the first time I've seen Mr. Lino look so solemn..."
The subordinates talked quietly.
"There is nothing we can do about it, after all, it is locked inside, but a hundred years ago, one person almost paralyzed all the Round Table institutions in Great Britain, and even killed five of the Twelve Round Tables, the most ferocious and evil knights in history...
"
"Can anyone really live this long?"
"I really want to say that I was cursed..."
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On the spiral staircase, Ms. Gillian held an oil lamp in her hand and walked up step by step... In this spiral staircase, you can't see the end or behind you, and only the light shines in the darkness.
Finally, after more than ten minutes, the witch lady reached the top of the tower... The door in front of her was ajar and not locked.
She pushed it away.
In the room, there was only the orange light of the candle... The light and shadow also swayed due to the swaying of the candle. On the bluestone wall, there was a silhouette of a person projected.
Jillian took a deep breath, looked at the shadow on the wall, hesitated, and then turned to look at the shadow's body.
The only window in the tower room.
I saw a man with black hair sitting on the windowsill at this time. His hair was long and black, almost falling to the ground, and his hands and feet were shackled at the same time.
He held a small reading book in his hand. It was obvious that before the arrival of Miss Witch, he was reading at night and was still immersed in the world in the book.
He still heard the sound, so he raised his head...it seemed.
In the interplay of candlelight and moonlight, a face as thin and pale as a terminally ill anorexic patient appeared in front of Miss Witch's eyes.
She opened her teeth lightly and called softly: "Mordred."
