Chapter 529 Dream
night.
Cold wind and drizzle.
On the muddy path, an old horse was running hard.
On the horse's back, there were two young men, one man and one woman.
Like most of the eloping men and women of that era, both of them changed into thick thick cloth robes, hid their appearance from head to toe, and chose to leave the city at night.
It was very smooth to bribe the guards to help them open the door. The sound of the storm tonight seemed to be God helping them.
As the stool on the wall behind them gradually sank into the horizon, the trembling hearts of the two gradually let go.
For a while, they all began to fantasize about a better life in the future.
However, a sound of horse hooves, a few vague shouts, and a few illuminated firelights... immediately broke their dreams and clenched their hearts firmly again.
The pursuers quickly caught up with two young men and... began to shoot arrows.
Obviously, the girl's family not only doesn't care about the man's life or death, but also doesn't care whether her daughter can go back alive.
For her prominent family, compared to the "elopement scandal"... "the daughter was abducted by a robber and unfortunately killed during the rescue" is a more decent set of rhetoric.
So, as long as you don’t let them run away, it doesn’t matter whether these two people are alive or not.
call out--
call out--
The crossbow arrows sounded frequently, and as the pursuers approached, the flight trajectories of the arrows became closer and closer to the two of them.
Fortunately, they had already run into a forest at this moment, and it was very difficult to hit the crossbow arrow by relying on movement and the obstruction of the trees.
But this... just slightly extends the time they are forced into desperate situations.
Soon, a cliff appeared in front of the two people who were panicked.
So their horses stopped.
The pursuers' horses also slowed down.
Everyone knows that the chase is over and the two young men have no way to escape. Since they can be captured alive, let’s catch them alive before they can be captured.
But the girl's family did not expect that before they could come forward to persuade them, the two young men hugged and kissed each other in front of everyone, and both jumped down the cliff...
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"ah!"
The extremely real sense of falling awakened Venasa from her dream.
Then there was an inexplicable vertigo, but fortunately the feeling gradually faded away without lasting for long.
After panting for a while, she slowly turned over and sat up.
Originally, she planned to get up and drink a glass of water, and find a towel to wipe her body, which was already sweating under her pajamas, but unexpectedly... as soon as she sat up and turned her head, she found that there was someone sitting beside her bed.
It's actually not entirely true that it's a "person"...
As we mentioned earlier, Nancy, the butler of this castle, has a magnificent presence with a face that has aged like a living zombie and a body that is as tall as a "mobile castle".
There is only one person who sat by your bed in the middle of the night. Even if you didn’t have a nightmare, you would be scared to death when you saw her.
"Nancy...I have said it many times. I don't need you to watch it when I sleep..." However, Madame Venaza was just a little surprised and immediately returned to her calmness. She even complained to Nancy with a familiar attitude.
Judging from her tone, it was obvious that this was not the first time she had experienced this situation, and her relationship with Nancy was pretty good.
Nancy's reaction was dumb, as if she didn't hear the other party's complaint at all, but just said to herself: "Oh~ My little cake, are you having a nightmare again? I said it must be that your pillow is too high. Maybe you should change it. I can help you eat some of the feathers in the pillow. What do you think?"
"My pillow is very good..." Venasa held her forehead, "I...I just..."
"Just what?" Nancy asked curiously with a finger on her mouth.
"I don't know..." Venasa said in a deep voice, "Since I came to this castle, I often dreamed of... something extremely real, just like things I really experienced in the past, and there is a certain connection between them... Even every time I wake up, I can remember many details in my dream..."
When Nancy heard this, she shrugged: "Oh! Dear, this is not surprising. Nancy also often dreams like this. For example, last night, I dreamed about the fact that I forgot to put oil while frying eggs in the kitchen last week..."
"No...you don't understand." Venaza shook her head and interrupted the meaningless talk, and continued, "The problem is that I have never experienced the things in my dreams, and that is not my memory."
"Well..." Nancy thought for a while and said, "Maybe you've experienced it, but you just forgot it. For example, Nancy, I often forget things... By the way, did I mention to you that I forgot to put oil when I frying eggs in the kitchen last week?"
"Just forget?" Venasa pondered, "Is that possible? Will such an experience be forgotten?"
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle, in the lord's bedroom.
"ah!"
Philippet also happened to wake up from a nightmare.
But his dream is not the same as Venusa's.
In Philipter's dream, he was suffering from indescribable torture and pain...
He dreamed that his whole body was soaked in a pool of blood, only his head was left on the "blood surface" to breathe, and every inch of his skin and pore were experiencing a severe pain that was dying, just as the blood in the pool was all corrosive solution, slowly melting him.
The strange thing about this dream is that Philippet also knew very clearly in the dream that he was already a "vampire". Logically speaking, he did not need to "breathe", nor did he have any fear of things like blood, nor would he be hurt by it... For him, the scene in this dream should be like a wine pool and a meat forest, and there is no reason to suffer.
"Is it a dream..." After opening his eyes, Philippet found himself sitting on a sofa chair. He just fell asleep in a posture with one hand holding his cheek. "Why do I fall asleep at night? And the scene in this dream is..."
As he thought so, he reached out and touched the cold, fair skin on his wrist - no temperature, no pulse, and of course, no unforgettable pain in his dream.
"Is it because I was a human not long ago, so my body hasn't adapted yet?" he murmured to himself.
Philipter's idea was not unfounded; he had heard a well-known doctor in London in the past that some people who had amputated could still feel pain from their limbs that had long disappeared after months or even years.
Therefore, at present, Philippter believes that his dream is a similar situation. Perhaps there are still some parts of his brain that he still thinks he is a human, so he sometimes falls asleep at night and has these strange nightmares.
Dongdong--
At this time, two sound knocks on the door interrupted Philipter's thoughts.
"Master, there is a 'Mr. Florescu' outside who wants to ask to see you." The butler Hugo's extremely stylish London accent sounded from outside the door.
"Oh?" Philipter was also stunned when he heard this, thinking that I could still have guests here? And before that... "How did he come in?"
"I don't know this either. When I found him, he was already in the front hall." Hugo replied, "but he didn't seem to want to cause trouble. He just said a few words to me and expressed his desire to see the city lord here."
Chapter completed!