Narcissus and Poison

Chapter 9] Prison

After the two lived in Augusta, the shop owner and his daughter also planned to tidy up their appearance.

"Go and lock the door," the boss rudely threw a bunch of keys to his daughter.

"Okay, Dad."

When the girl went outside, she saw the light of a torch far and near in the street.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "what a lot of soldiers."

"It's really not peaceful," her father heard the sound and came to the door, "Ghost knows what happened again." Then he walked into the house cursing: "It's so noisy! These tax-raised pigs..."

Martha shrugged and was about to close the door when a cavalryman rushed up.

"Hey!"

"What's the matter?" The girl was taken aback.

"Did you see the two young people traveling together today?"

Martha curled her lips in dissatisfaction, and said in a low voice: "...Here, Mr. Jun, the streets are full of young men. Who cares whether they are two or three?"

The cavalryman scratched his forehead, and added impatiently: "Both are tall, in their early 20s, and they look very outstanding; one has long brown hair, and the other is slightly taller and has flaxen hair. Probably with a sword."

"No," said Martha honestly.

"Be careful, pay attention!" The soldier warned like a scolding, "Tell your neighbors that if you see it or see it, you must report it to the army. Offer a reward of one thousand gold coins!"

"……OK!"

The cavalry left, and the shopkeeper asked, "What did he say?"

"It seems to be looking for someone... offering a reward of [-] gold coins."

"Hey, that's really incredible..."

"Strange," said the shop owner again, "A fugitive?...It's really not peaceful!" Then he complained and went to sleep.

The next morning, Augusta woke up first, still a little dazed, when she heard a knock on the door.

"Sir!" cried the girl, "I have come to bring you water."

Without thinking about it, Augusta opened the door in the past - he completely forgot what he pretended to be yesterday.

Martha stared at the handsome young man in front of her in surprise, and stammered and asked, "...you, you are...? Ah!" The copper basin in her hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the water splashed and splashed. Wet the skirt and flowed to the bottom of the floor again.She couldn't help raising her hand and pointing at Augusta: "You are!..."

There was a shout from downstairs: "Stinky girl! Don't be clumsy!"

This made Augusta completely awake.

His heart moved, and he immediately knew that someone might be looking for them.

The girl was about to yell immediately, and Augusta decisively grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her into the room.

Astor got up, frowned and saw the girl struggling, and understood in his heart.

"Hurry up..." He whispered, grabbing the luggage neatly.

"Astor?" Augusta looked at him for help.

At this moment, Martha struggled violently: "Come here!..." Augusta was shocked, subconsciously covered her mouth and nose, and pressed her to the ground. At this time, the furniture knocked over by herself He fell down on the head of the unfortunate girl; the innkeeper's daughter fell into a swoon and fell unconscious.

Both of them thought she was dead, Astor's complexion changed, and he said with difficulty: "...Move in, let's go!"

……

"Dear Augusta, I really didn't expect to meet you under such circumstances," Fernand said coldly, but there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the third day, they were captured by Fernand's subordinates. Although they were unwilling, it was one of Astor's long-awaited predictions.However, how to deal with the king's questioning next--Augusta actually has no good countermeasures; Brother, my mind has gone blank.

"...Brother," Augusta cried out after holding back for a long time.

"I didn't expect you to be willing to call me brother," Fernand said, "I personally sent you back... It can be said that you fell into one of my 'traps'—don't you think so?"

"...No," Augusta lay exhausted on the ground, and responded in a hoarse voice with difficulty, not sure if she was responding to what Fernan had no doubts about in his mind.

After a while, Augusta asked, "Where's Astor?"

"It's just in another prison." Fernand looked at Augusta's disheveled face, which he had never seen before, with playful eyes. "Compared to this..."

"I have already told my father about your relationship with your knight... your dear mother also knows, so please take care of yourself."

Augusta's face turned even paler, and he smiled wryly: "My parents will know sooner or later... I didn't intend to do this—embarrassingly..."

Hearing this, the planner who caught the turtle in the urn laughed, and seemed to have paused in anger.

"Is your focus wrong?" he yelled. "Shouldn't you express your anger at me right away?"

"You didn't do anything wrong to me, but I stimulated you to do things you didn't dare to do before, and then exposed you and made you worse...?"

"I know my brother hates me very much. Does my brother want me to hate you like that? And then to take revenge on you?" Augusta was not surprised by Fernan's lunatic speech, but just raised her head and looked at him weakly , the usually radiant eyebrows, now filled with deep guilt and decadence, unexpectedly made Fernand's heart shake for an instant.

"I just don't understand, how did my brother know... Astor and I..." Augusta turned to ponder.

"...Who the hell?..."

"You don't have to worry about it anymore," Fernan said coldly, and turned around to walk away.

Augusta's attitude offended him.For nearly 20 years, Augusta's every move seems to be a knot in his heart... He grew up from a young and ignorant little ghost to a narrow-minded and gloomy adult with "resentment" towards the three people; but now he finds that His excessive emotions were nothing but wishful thinking... What made him even more unwilling was that at that moment he actually realized that he had no desire to harm Augusta, he just harbored too much jealousy and suspicion, so that He also vented his resentment towards his stepmother on his younger brother.

But in any case, Augusta's life is destined to have been shaken by him.

Fernan didn't think he was a person who would be soft-hearted and regretful, so he just turned his head, took a last look at the prisoner behind him, and laughed with a victor's attitude: "I advise you to hate me...otherwise what will you do?" How to pass the time without Astmelo?"

The author has something to say: In fact, my brother doesn’t hate Augusta at all in his heart... because Augusta really treats him as a family member, but Fernan is too sick in his heart, so he desperately avoids it... On the dangers of awkwardness.Parents have a great responsibility [x] to force their children to become sick [crossed out] ghosts... There is no way.