The news of moving corpses appearing in the Alterac Mountains plunged the people in the White House into deathly silence. Including my father Sir Joffrey, including the merchant Pirelli who came to deliver the goods, and the knight Carsten who was responsible for protecting Pirelli.
After careful questioning, Selin was sent to the room to rest, and I was locked up in the woodshed. As for Dean, before Joffrey found him, his figure had already blended into the white snow.
I was extremely angry about Joffrey's decision, "I brought this damn information back, I should be a hero!" I yelled holding on to the door frame.
Joffrey gently opened my fingers. He is very strong and is familiar with every joint of a person, so he did not hurt me. "My child, everyone must do things in a measured way. Think inside." Know exactly what you should do!”
At that moment, I heard the slight laughter of the two Rubio girls who were following Joffrey.
squeak
The thick wooden door was closed tightly, blocking out the early morning sunlight.
I turned around and kicked Lei's neat pile of firewood all over the floor, and then kicked the wooden door hard several times.
I've had enough of this ghost manor! Everyone is against me! What does it mean to be measured? If I were really "measured", I would have been suffocated here long ago. Also, that stupid goose Qiao Wan would have been completely cold! yes! I even saved people’s lives!
I really can't stay in this damn place anymore. I should go far away, to Tarren Mill, Lordaeron, County Darrow, or even to the south! In this way, I don't have to look at Elsa's rigid face all day long, I don't have to look at Mrs. Rubio's indifferent face, I don't have to look at the gloating faces of those young masters and ladies, and I don't have to look at Joffrey...
Thinking of that, I suddenly stopped. I realized that I didn't seem to dislike that father at all, even if he threw me into the woodshed. This realization made me even more annoyed.
No, he's annoying!
He was like that with all the kids and he didn't really like me!
Yes, he doesn't like me!
He loves Mrs. Rubio, he just feels guilty about me!
I said harshly to myself, suddenly feeling extremely wronged, and my aggrieved eyes were a little sore.
Damn it!
No one likes me, this damn place...
bang bang bang
At that moment, there was a slight knock on the door of the woodshed.
I was startled, then wiped my eyes and jumped to the door, "Who is it?"
"Yes yes yes yes me me me, Lesssssst." The low voice of the Rubio family's youngest son came from the door.
Leicester?
"Also, still, still, still, still..."
"Oh, stand up, Lester!" Another impatient voice rang.
"Ricky?" I was a little confused. What did these two bastards want to do?
boom
After a dull sound, a small sword tip actually poked through the thick wooden board. The wood chips brought out almost hit my nose, and I immediately backed away.
"What do you want to do?!" I asked loudly.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
bang bang bang
A fist-sized hole was quickly opened in the wooden door. From inside, I could see the dazzling white snow outside.
Immediately afterwards, Lester's frozen red face appeared in his mouth, he took a cold nose, "I am me, we, you, you, you, you give you, eat, eat." He was careful He took out a baked potato from his arms and planned to stuff it in, but the potato was snatched away by another hand halfway.
"Rarity Ritchie?"
"Step aside!"
"Wow!" Lester seemed to be pushed away, and his words were replaced by Ricky's face.
To be honest, among these children, Ricky looks the most like Sir Joffrey. He is eighteen years old and is as tall as an adult. If only his jaw were squarer and the lines on his forehead were firmer. Some, with a smooth chin and a bit of strong beard growing on his face, he is simply a younger version of Jazz.
However, in my heart, he does not look as upright as my father. He is my number one enemy. You see, there are still marks on my arm from his wooden sword. However, there are also traces of me on his forehead. A shallow pit left by a stone.
I raised my chin, "What? Ricky? Do you still want to fight me?"
Ricky sneered, "Father told me that a true knight cannot hit a woman, especially a child."
"Ha, the 'hole' on your head said that it was beaten so badly by a child that it made you cry!"
Ricky's face twisted, "I forgive her. After all, she is just a wild child, a... bastard."
I pushed the door hard, gritted my teeth, and said one word at a time, "Wait until I get out."
"Don't, don't, don't, don't, quarrel, quarrel. Rui Rui Ruiqi, ask quickly, I, I, I, we have to hurry up..." Lester was so anxious that he couldn't speak.
Ricky looked at the baked potatoes in his hand, as if he was stuck in a difficult decision. Finally, he took a deep breath and looked at me through the opening again, "Do you want to eat it?"
"Throw it in! I've been hungry all night!"
"Then tell me, did you really enter the Alterac Mountains? Did you really see that thing?"
"Didn't Mr. Serling bring back all the heads of that thing?!"
"I mean, you really saw it with your own eyes? And you fought with it? That thing, that... what is the weakness of the Death Knight?"
"Oh!" I seemed to understand why they were here, "Are you envious of me?"
"Who, who envies you! See for yourself, you are locked up in a woodshed!"
"Hush" I smiled sarcastically, "Look, father, Uncle Pirelli, and the knight from Lordaeron, they all heard about the matter between me and the heroic Mr. Selin, even if I am locked up in the woodshed now, and our deeds must have wings and fly to the royal city. You are older than me, but no one knows you except this damn manor."
For a moment, Ricky was so angry that he was about to jump.
I laughed in a good mood, but was hit by a potato thrown from the door.
"Ouch!" Potato hit me on the shoulder squarely. It wasn't very hard, but it was enough to make people furious, right?
"One day!" Ricky gritted his teeth at the door with a livid face, then turned around and ran away.
Lester ran to the opening, smiled apologetically at me, and ran away with Ricky.
*
The woodshed became cold because the howling wind kept pouring in through the opening of the door.
I sat on the ground leaning against the door, gnawing on the tasteless potatoes and breathing heavily.
"The purpose of those two idiots is to freeze me to death, right?" I felt a bit itchy and took a bite of the potato bitterly, "Wait until I get out..."
"Ha, little miss, your situation seems not to be good." Unexpectedly, Dean's voice suddenly sounded in the empty woodshed.
I was startled and immediately sat up on my knees, looking around vigilantly.
The woodshed was not big, and there were no corners full of shadows, but the thief was nowhere to be seen.
"Looking for me?"
My eyes dazzled, and the next second, Dean's face appeared in front of my eyes. The first thing I saw was the long scar under his right eye.
"Dean!" I almost shouted, "How did you get in here?!"
"That window over there is pretty big." Dean picked out a few firewoods on the floor and kicked them in front of me, then sat down.
I glanced at the window of the woodshed. In my memory, that window had never been opened before, and it was still the same now.
I looked at the dwarf thief again, and then at the wine bottle and wine glass in his hand, "You have already gone to my wine cellar?"
"I never refuse a kind invitation from a friend." As he spoke, he poured a glass for himself, and the light yellow wine immediately filled the room with a strong aroma.
I don't know why, but the originally warm fragrance made me feel a little depressed.
"Sir...Selin, how is he?" After a moment of silence, I asked in a low voice.
"Ah, Mr. Knight has a handsome face and is very popular with the girls. I guess he will chat with your sisters before sunset."
I raised my eyebrows, but then I thought of something, "Why before sunset? His injuries are so serious that he can leave?"
"He just bled too much, and he didn't lose a leg. And, don't you know? The convoys going north from here all set off before sunset, because they can feel the first stop at night to rest. Selin will be with that Let’s go back to the royal city with the traveling convoy.”
"...Go back to the royal city to resume your life?"
"uh-huh."
"...Mr. Dean?"
"What?"
"Can I ask one thing? You have to promise you won't be angry first!"
"Ah, tell me."
"How is he going to come back to life? Isn't his mission...to catch you?"
"Haha! Doesn't he still have a skull in his hand? Ah, officially it's called the death knight's head."
I thought about it, too. However, the news that Selin was leaving made me feel even more disappointed. I didn't even have time to talk to him properly.
Maybe he prefers to talk to Sari, a lady like Ilya?
I couldn't help but clenched my fists in distress.
I made up my mind to find an opportunity to expose those two fake ladies!
Dean poured the wine from the glass into his mouth, "Speaking of which, none of your brothers and sisters seem to like you."
His words made me stunned for a moment, and then I lowered my head, "Well, because I am not Mrs. Rubio's child."
"oh?"
"They all call me a bastard in private. Well, maybe Lester has never called me that. Do you want to hear this?" I was a little curious. She looked up at Dean, only to find that the powerful thief's eyes had turned cold. .
But he still nodded, "Let's talk." That sentence was not asking for her opinion at all.
Dean's cold eyes were very scary. I couldn't help but move to the side, a little nervous, "I am Sir Joffrey's child. I didn't lie about this!"
"Hmm, I believe it."
"But I don't know who my mother is."
Dean stopped pouring his own wine, "You haven't asked your father?"
"I asked, and he just said that she was the daughter of the innkeeper, who died at the hands of orcs. He took me back to the manor. At that time, he was not a knight, just a soldier under the earl. He has a wife, Mrs. Rubio , have you seen it?"
"Hmm, what a great beauty." As he said that, all the wine in his glass was poured down his throat again.
"Yes, that great beauty thinks that I am a stain on her life. She doesn't like me. When I was little, I looked forward to her hugs, but her cold attitude made me learn to be good. As long as she appears, I will leave. Her children didn’t like me either. When I was little, I played with them, and they would bully me, mix dirt in my lunch, and fight with me. Later, I only wanted to play with farmers’ children.”
"Oh, a miserable childhood," Dean concluded.
"It can't be said to be miserable. After all, I rarely go hungry, and I live in the best house in the manor. Then, one time, Ricky and Lester were practicing swordsmanship. I secretly watched from the side. Ricky was using the sword. I injured my arm, and I opened his head with a stone. His head was covered with blood, and he cried like a girl. I learned revenge, which made my life easier, but... Since then, Mrs. Rubio has considered me a plague and has forbidden her children to have contact with me. Now that they are grown up, Ricky has been instilled with a lot of chivalry, and he will not lay a finger on me, except From time to time, he would also talk loudly and call me a bastard. However, I don’t care at all.”
Dean drank the last drop of wine, and he stood up again, steadily, "They treated you like this, didn't you think of killing them?"
"Kill, kill them?!" I was shocked. To be honest, the ice wind in the dwarf's eyes made me a little scared. "Of course not! Although Mrs. Rubio was not good to me, she never beat me after all. And After all, Rubio’s children and I bleed the same blood, why would I want to kill them?!”
The dwarf's eyes narrowed. He was still so short, but he was as oppressive as a giant.
"Actually... I just thought about it. I just thought about smashing Ricky's face." The more I spoke, the less confident I became, and the more I spoke, the more I became hesitant.
Oh my God, what did I say wrong?
What is the train of thought of this damn dwarf that he suddenly wants to kill someone?
If he went on a killing spree in the manor, how could I stop him?
I don't think his father is his opponent, nor do I think that the pot-bellied knight from Lordaeron is his opponent. As for Ricky and Lester, they are not enough to fill his teeth.
Fortunately, the hard ale seemed to make Dean more tolerant. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "From now on, don't mention the damn word bastard in front of me, otherwise..."
"I swear!"
"Okay, now, stand up, little lady." He took two steps back and ordered.
"What?" I stood up holding the door, my feet were a little numb from kneeling for a long time, "Hiss"
"Pick a stick." He kicked the firewood at his feet and said.
I picked up one in confusion, "What are we going to do?"
Dean also picked up one and tossed it into the air like a flowery afterimage, "Do you want to know what it takes to smash the face of the Rubio family's big man?"
I was stunned for a moment, and the next second, I almost laughed out loud, "Of course!"
