The princess's castle is not big, but the city walls are even higher and thicker than the walls of Antler City.
After disposing of the corpse, Hughes led his thin old horse and the creaking old car to stand at the entrance of the city wall and greeted the guards.
"You're back? How many were buried today?"
"Both, Mr. and Mrs. Holman."
He spoke very calmly, as if a stall vendor with a poor business was chatting about his business without any interest.
The guard seemed to be the same way. He pretended to be surprised and said "Hey", as if he was lamenting why there was one more person executed today.
Hughes waved his hand, pulled his old horse through the city gate, and went straight to the stable.
Unhooking the car and tying the horse, his movements were extremely slow, as if he was deliberately killing time.
Returning to the small room in the corner of the castle, he sat on his creaky chair and stretched.
Hearing that Hughes was back, his sad-looking wife Sisibi came out.
Seeing his wife's mournful expression, Hughes felt irritated from the bottom of his heart. He turned his face away, glanced at the empty cup, and started calling his son.
He was a thin boy of seven or eight years old with dark eyes.
Seeing a few copper coins that his father had thrown on the table, he immediately knew why the other party had called him. He quickly picked up the big wooden cup, grabbed the copper coins and ran out.
Sisibi sighed and sat at the table, but she didn't expect that her husband would be irritated by this sigh.
"What are you doing with your face all day long? Are you crying?"
Seeing that something was wrong, Xisibi quickly got up and walked to the inner room.
"I cry every day and don't fucking say anything about it! Why are you waiting for me to guess?"
Hughes roared, kicked over the chair, and sat down in his seat angrily.
Sisibi's sobs came from the room, which made Hughes extremely annoyed.
Just as he was about to continue to get angry, Sisibi's words came from the room.
"They all say that you were cursed by the girl from the Holman family... Hughes, I think you should stop being an executioner. Sooner or later you will suffer retribution."
Hughes thought for a few times before putting together Sisibi's words and understanding the meaning, but these words also ignited his violent nerves.
He slapped the table and a cloud of dirt flew up in the room.
"Cry! Just ride on the horse and cry!"
When I was poor, you cried every day while riding a horse. Now that I want you to eat white bread every day and live in a stone house, you are still crying every day!
What do you want? ! "
"I just want our family to live a stable life..."
"Safe? Isn't it stable enough now?
Three meals a day, a soft bed, everything is provided. Isn’t this stable enough? Isn't this what you cried for before? "
"No! I'm scared!"
"What are you afraid of!?"
Hughes roared again and slammed the table. The table, which was not very strong, was shaking back and forth, looking like it might fall apart at any time.
"I'm afraid you'll die!"
"Then you just hope I'll do well!"
Sisibi stopped talking, she burst into tears, and Hughes roared angrily in the outer room.
He couldn't figure it out. He worked hard to give his wife the life she wanted, but she was not satisfied.
There is no doubt that he loves Sisibi, but the lack of recognition from his wife makes him think that he has been spinning in circles in the past ten years and has not changed anything.
He became a clown, and even the life he bought by selling his freedom and even his soul could not satisfy his wife.
He banged the table furiously, and as Sisibi cried, he counted everything he had done for this family, until there was a crisp sound, and the table could no longer bear the blow and collapsed to the ground.
He was silent and looked at the table on the ground. At that moment, Sisibi's cry seemed to no longer exist. Something in his heart was broken, and just like the table, it could not be restored.
He walked to the door, opened it, and saw his son squatting aside, holding a wine glass in his hand. The guilt in his heart surged as fiercely as the waves.
He didn't have the courage to face his guilt, and he didn't even dare to look directly into his son's eyes. Those innocent, dark, but melancholy eyes were like sharp knives, piercing deeply into his heart.
So he ran away, like a fleeing soldier, like a bereft dog.
Hans, who had been drinking for several hours at the Green Bud Tavern, had blurred eyes. When Sans, the guard of the Princess Castle, found him, he had already started talking nonsense.
"Hans, why are you here?! Go back and take a look! Something happened to your son!"
When Hans heard about his son, a hint of cowardice flashed in his eyes, and he rushed out, running staggeringly behind Sans.
Beside the well in the front yard of the princess's castle, a group of people were busy rescuing a boy, but judging from the pale complexion of the boy's belly, it seemed that there was no way he could save the boy.
"How is this going!?"
Hans shouted and rushed over, pushing away the guard who was treating the child, and called his son's name tremblingly, but what he responded to was the strong smell of alcohol in his son's mouth.
Hans shook his son desperately, and when there was no response, he leaned close to his son's chest, and there was silence.
"He probably drank too much and fell into the well. For a child, half a glass of wine is enough, let alone such a big glass."
"What are you talking about! How could he drink..."
Hans stared and yelled, looking towards the well. He saw a large wooden wine glass. He was very familiar with this wine glass. It was the wine glass he used every day.
He was in a daze for a while, and his body that barely stood up shook twice and then collapsed to the ground.
His son's innocent and slightly melancholy dark eyes appeared in his mind, eyes that he did not dare to look directly into.
He suddenly felt that if he took the wine glass as usual, hit him twice and scolded him for spilling the wine, maybe he would not die.
No, then he will definitely not die.
So he struggled to get up, threw away the people who were supporting him, kicked and hit his son lying on the ground, and cursed, as if this would help his son get up and squat on the side with his head in his arms.
People tried to pull Hans, some grabbed his arms, some put their arms around his waist, some tried to persuade him.
"Hans! Don't go crazy! You still have Sisibi to take care of!"
Hans gradually calmed down and asked tremblingly: "Where is she?"
"We went to look for her when something happened. She said it was retribution, and then she fainted. Now she is lying at home, and old sister-in-law Valila is guarding her."
"Hold on, Hans, you can't fall down now!"
"Hurry up and see her. You don't have to worry about her here. We are here."
Hans staggered towards his hut, and guard Sanz followed him silently, reaching out to give him a hand from time to time.
Opening the door, he bumped into Valeela who was about to leave.
"She woke up, but she didn't say a word. Go check on her."
Sanz stood at the door. Like Valeera, he thought that he should leave some space with this miserable couple at this time.
In the bedroom, Sisibi looked at Hans and suddenly became violent. She grabbed Hans' throat and shouted: "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! Give my son back! Give it back to me!"
