Xiaolan was escorted out of the castle. The male servants surrounded her, carefully holding her arms, and always paying attention to Xiaolan's movements, as if they were worried that Xiaolan would suddenly rise up and bite them all to death.
"Where are you taking me?" Xiaolan asked weakly on the way.
The servants became more vigilant when they heard her question, but no one answered her question.
The clouds have dispersed, and just as Moses said, the weather is finally clear today.
The early morning sunlight shrouded Xiaolan's body, illuminating the road ahead and the black spire standing at the end of the corridor.
A group of servants gathered around the bottom of the tower in bewilderment.
Xiaolan sighed, she had just left there less than an hour ago, and now she was going back again.
When the servants heard Xiaolan's sigh, their nerves tightened, as if Xiaolan's breath was poisonous.
The servants under the tower saw Xiaolan being escorted from a distance, and instantly became quiet and stared at her angrily.
Moses' body was still there, but it had been moved to a piece of white cloth. The blood flowing from the boy's body quickly dyed most of the white cloth red. Xiaolan heard a few cries from among the servants.
Moses' eyes were closed, his face was as handsome as when he was alive, and there was even a smile on his lips.
Xiaolan curled her lips in disdain.
"Miss Yrel..."
The servants moved behind her, and Xiaolan heard heavy footsteps approaching.
Xiaolan turned around.
"Crack!"
A burning pain came from the right side of his face, and Xiaolan was stunned for a moment.
Yirel raised his hand again angrily, looked at Xiaolan whose eyes were widened, paused for a while, and then put his hand down.
"Unforgivable." The trembling bytes squeezed out of Yirel's throat. Her face was ashen and she stared at Xiaolan with disgust.
The surrounding servants echoed Yrel's words.
"You...why?..." Yrel choked up as he spoke.
Xiaolan raised her eyes and looked at her.
silence.
Yrel slowly shook his head. The woman looked defeated.
"Unforgivable...unforgivable..." Yirel closed his eyes and said desperately, "Take her up, Master Moses...send him back to the room."
When Moses' face was covered with white cloth, Xiaolan had already been dragged up the spiral staircase by the servants. At this time, Xiaolan seemed to have not yet woken up from the slap, staring blankly at the stairs at her feet.
Then, Xiaolan saw the room.
The door to the room was put back, the wooden board that was broken by the two men was repaired, and even several layers were reinforced. The wooden boxes were moved away, leaving the whole room empty.
The servants threw Xiaolan in.
Xiaolan fell on the dirty peach wood floor, and her hands were finally free. She raised her right hand and covered her right cheek.
Five swollen and protruding finger prints could be vaguely touched.
Being slapped really hurt more than I imagined.
The servants at the door moved out of the way, and after a while, Yrel walked in.
Her face looked better and her mood seemed to have calmed down.
Xiaolan touched her face and thought aggrievedly that the palm prints on her face might be the reason.
"You should know what price you have to pay," Yirel sounded like he was announcing Xiaolan's death sentence. "Everything is irreversible. Is there anything else you want to say?"
Xiaolan covered her cheek.
After a long while, she raised her eyelids blankly and looked at Yrel's nun-like face.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Yirel was relieved to hear that Xiaolan's last words were not meaningless excuses, and nodded stiffly, "What do you want to ask?"
Xiaolan sat up and looked at Yirel without fear, "Are you left-handed?"
"What?"
This time it was Yrel's turn to be confused.
The servants outside the door also discussed in low voices.
"Since you don't want to answer, let me change the question," Xiaolan stood up and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Were those letters written by you?"
Yrel's expression changed instantly.
Confusion, surprise, nervousness, panic and murderous intent quickly flashed across her dark brown pupils.
The servants did not hear what the two said clearly, and the discussion became louder.
"Shut up!" Yrel suddenly shouted.
Silence for a moment.
Xiaolan and Yirel stared at each other.
Yirel looked at her fiercely. After a few seconds, she turned around and left the house silently. Xiaolan saw the dark blue disappear at the edge of the stairs. With a bang, the door in front of her was firmly locked.
.
She didn't need Yrel's answer.
Just seeing her appearance, Xiaolan confirmed his inference.
There was a black stain smeared on both Shandora and the letter she received.
After a left-hander writes in the normal order, the side of the little finger will definitely be stained with some traces of ink, and the stains on the corners of the two letters are exactly where the little finger pressed when folding the letter paper.
This was originally just a guess, but with Yirel's terrifying expression just now, Xiaolan was convinced that her idea was correct.
Xiaolan just wanted to strike while the iron was hot and directly tell Yirel, "I know what happened behind the scenes was all planned by Lily." However, after thinking about it carefully, besides pretending to be cool for a short time and accelerating his own death, there seemed to be no use in doing so.
Other uses.
Next, it’s all about waiting.
This place is not completely closed. There is a half-hand-high gap under the door. Light shines in through the gap, allowing Xiaolan to see everything in the room clearly and hear the discussions of the servants guarding the door.
She pushed the wooden planks leading to the balcony.
When fighting with Moses, the wooden board was pushed to pieces by Moses' huge strength. Now it has become a three-layer wooden board. Even if Xiaolan smashes her head, she probably won't be able to escape.
She sat on the ground leaning on the board.
Is it really right to choose not to end this level?
I put all my bets on that little maid, all on... that thing, but what if, what I wanted didn't appear.
Xiaolan hugged her head.
It's reckless, it's still reckless.
I don't know if things will turn around again.
Will Mr. Morvern come back?
Even if Mr. Morven comes back, what will he do if he sees that the woman he likes killed his son?
Of course, all this is a matter for later.
Xiaolan smiled sadly.
In fact, she didn't think Yirel would keep her until Mr. Morven returned to the manor.
As time passed by, Xiaolan heard the servants outside the door change twice, feeling claustrophobic and uneasy surrounding herself.
Gradually, the chat content of the servants became less and less.
It was quiet all around.
After the surrounding area became quiet, Xiaolan heard it.
The familiar sound of dripping water has been ticking in the corner.