Sure enough, having found a foothold, Cesil lay down directly into Isri's arms, his soft, steady breathing spraying against his chest, his golden fur becoming a mess from the friction.
Isri's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse: "I apologize, young master, please forgive my rudeness."
As he spoke, Isri took off his gloves and gently wrapped his index finger around Ceshir's hair.
"Young Master, you are too tempting, I can hardly resist."
Chapter Thirty-Two
Because of Isri's voice, Sehir frowned slightly and shrank back to where he felt comfortable.
Isri smiled and lifted Sehir into his arms, his soft golden fur brushing against his neck. Isri quickened his pace and carried Sehir to the carriage.
The cool breeze outside finally brought Isri back to his senses, and he felt much lighter. When he turned to look at Ceshir, he was huddled in the corner like a ball of cotton, his body trembling with the swaying of the carriage.
Suppressing the last glimmer of desire in his eyes, Isri turned around and sped up the carriage even more.
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Just as Islam was preparing lunch, a knock on the door abruptly interrupted his train of thought.
Islam frowned, placed the plate on the table, and walked towards the door. Suddenly, a white object caught his eye. Islam paused, looking at the envelope that had been slipped under the door.
When the door was opened, all that could be heard outside was the sound of the wind and horses leisurely grazing in the distance.
Isri squatted down and picked up the envelope. Pure white paper was a rare item in West Asia, and the delicate feel of it indicated that the sender must be someone of high status.
Isri lowered his head and opened the envelope. When he saw the words on the letter, his amber eyes darkened further, as if a different emotion had been added, misty and unfathomable.
"Isri?" a voice suddenly called out. "What are you doing standing at the door?"
Isri was startled by Saisil's voice, and the gloom in his eyes vanished. He quickly stuffed the envelope in his hand into his pocket and smiled.
"It's windy outside, so I closed the door a bit tighter."
Saisil glanced at Isri, but his attention was already drawn to the aroma emanating from the dining table in the distance.
In a few quick steps, Sehir was already sitting steadily at the table. Isri returned to his work and bent down to pour Sehir some black tea.
Isri stood behind Sehir, his eyes fixed on the back of Sehir's head, a sinister emotion rising in his eyes once more.
Just as Sesil was about to finish his meal, Isri finally spoke up: "Young Master, I need to ask for a few days off."
Upon hearing the last few words, Sehir trembled, his hand holding the knife and fork wobbling slightly. He swallowed a mouthful of food and turned to look at Isri.
Where are you going?
Isri replied respectfully, "I'm sorry, young master, please forgive me for not being able to tell you."
"A few days?" Sehir tried to suppress his excitement.
Isri raised himself slightly, meeting Cesil's eyes, his voice questioning: "Young Master, you seem quite pleased?"
Sehir's expression froze instantly, and his body felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.
“No, it was just a simple inquiry.” Sehir turned his head away from Isri.
"I'm sorry, I don't know the time either. It might be soon, or it might be very slow," Isri slowly opened his mouth to answer the question from before.
Sehir's heart was pounding, but fearing that Isri next to him would notice, he could only pretend to pick up the fork next to him and fiddle with the food on the plate.
"I understand," Cecil said. "When do you plan to leave?"
"tonight."
Sehir's heart raced again. He said "okay," turned around, and headed upstairs.
The opportunity came so suddenly that the impact almost made Sesil's head spin. Excitement, tension, and fear intertwined in his heart, tightly wrapped together like silken threads.
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As darkness fell, this feeling became even more pronounced, and my heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my skin.
Finally, when Isri knocked on the door, Sehir said something symbolic: "Be careful." Isri bowed slightly, his voice elegant and drawn-out.
"Young Master, I will be back as soon as possible."
Sehir smiled, looking at Isri with the innocent gaze of a child, but beneath those pure, emotionless eyes lurked a turbulent undercurrent.
As soon as the door downstairs made a sound, Sehir immediately moved from the bed to the window, watching Isri's receding figure, his emotions no longer needing to be concealed.
As if sensing something, Isri turned to look at the second-floor window, where only a faint yellow light was flickering.
This was a choice he had no choice but to make, a choice he had no other option but to make. Leaving the young master for even a second was torture for him.
Isri narrowed his long, phoenix-shaped eyes, letting the cold wind ruffle the hair on his forehead. His profile, sculpted like that of a demon from hell, was lowered as he looked at the pure white envelope in his hand.
After looking for a few seconds, I turned my gaze back to the room with the lights on.
Young master, I'll be back soon.
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That night, Sehir was too excited to sleep at all. He finally made it to the next morning, and as soon as it was dawn, Sehir got ready and rushed out of the house.
I had planned to drive the horse-drawn carriage myself, but after several tens of minutes, I still didn't know how to get the horse running.
The horse seemed to be deliberately defying Cecil; no matter how hard Cecil pulled, it remained standing still.
In the end, Sehir was also exhausted. He stood there panting, and in a fit of pique, he turned around and walked towards the market.
He still clutched the silver notes tightly in his hand, simply because he couldn't find the pocket on his clothes.
On the streets of the city, Cecil stood out from the crowd, but his attire revealed him to be a young master from a noble family.
Today is the opening day of the amusement park, and the young masters and ladies of the nobility are all excited to go in and join the fun, with their servants following in droves. Only Cecil is alone.
Sehir glanced at the long queue in the distance, pulled his hat brim down a bit, and turned into a less crowded alley.
I have to hurry. I have no idea when Islam will return. Today is also the beginning of the new year, and the streets are packed with people.
The alley was finally much quieter, and Cecil was able to catch his breath and quicken his pace.
He was going to buy a ship ticket, something he had been thinking about for the past few years. Only by leaving the West Asian continent could he completely leave Islam. Thinking this, Sehir tightened his grip on the silver note.
But after walking around a few times, a terrifying piece of news instantly put Sehir in a stalemate.
He couldn't find his way.
Sehir stood frozen in place, looking around, his memory seemingly fragmented, his mind a complete blank.
"Little friend, are you lost?" A voice suddenly came from behind.
Chapter 33
Sehir was startled by the sudden sound and quickly turned around to look at the person who had appeared behind him.
The man wore a brown plaid vest over a slightly yellowed white shirt. His face looked relatively gentle, but the strong smell of tobacco on his lips made Cecil frown.
"How do I get to the dock?" Sehir asked.
The man straightened up, looked Cecil up and down, then glanced around, a smile on his face: "Are you alone?"
Sehir raised his hand, but then felt it was impolite, so he lowered it and nodded.
The man's lips curled into a wider smile. He adjusted his hat and looked into the distance. "Then I'll take you there. You'll probably get lost again if you go alone."
The man's tone seemed to carry more worry and helplessness. Cecil looked up and observed the man. Seeing that he didn't have anything dangerous on him, he agreed to the request.
Sehir followed behind the man, and sure enough, after walking for only a few minutes, he could see smoke rising from the chimneys in the distance. Sehir was excited and quickened his pace to keep up with the man.
The two remained silent the entire way before the man spoke first: "My name is Ryan, what's your name?"
Cecil thought for a moment, then grinned innocently: "My name is Philip."
Ryan stared at Cecil's smile, momentarily stunned. After a while, he recovered and chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Philip is a good name."
“Ryan too,” Sehir replied naively.
After turning a few more corners, the chimney was very close. Ryan's gaze remained fixed on Cecil, and a hint of reluctance seemed to have crept into his eyes. Finally, he slowly opened his mouth and asked, "Little boy, where are your family?"
Sehir looked at Ryan and deliberately made his voice sound a little childish: "They went out to play, to a very far place. I heard from the butler that they don't seem to be coming back."
Ryan stopped in his tracks, stunned by Cecil's words. Although his sleeves concealed his movements, it was still clear that his hands, hidden behind the cuffs, were clenched tightly.
"Why did you stop?" Sehir asked.
"And what about your butler?" Ryan forced a smile, trying to appear more amiable, but with too many thoughts on his mind, his smile looked strange.
Sehir looked at the distant chimneys for a moment, then turned and smiled, "I lost him."
Ryan looked at Cecil's face again, and finally, with a choked voice, he closed his eyes tightly and said, "We've gone the wrong way. We'll go that way."
As he spoke, he turned around. Sehir watched Ryan's back, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips, and then followed Ryan's steps.
-——
"Ryan, is this how you mess up your first mission?" A deep, mocking voice suddenly came from around the corner.
Ryan's eyes widened in terror, and he instinctively shielded Cecil behind him, whispering to her, "Don't be afraid."
The person in front finally emerged from around the corner, wearing only a black vest that looked like it was about to burst. His face was covered with scars, whether from knife wounds or wrinkles, it was hard to tell.
Sesil showed no change in expression, but Ryan in front of him was already breathing unsteadily. It was easy to guess that his eyes were filled with fear.
"Get out of the way!" The man's tone became even more aggressive, and three or four henchmen followed behind him, echoing his words.
Didn't you hear me tell you to move aside?
"You little devil behind me, come out! Stop hiding!"
Sehir didn't listen to the man's nonsense. When he first met Ryan, he had already sensed that something was wrong. Ryan made several turns even though they were very close to the dock, which made him even more certain of his thoughts.
Ryan is taller than me, and I'll definitely lose if I go head-to-head with him, so it's better to just pull him out of my camp.
Sehir had already scouted out the escape route and was wondering whether to call Ryan to run with him when suddenly a large hand grabbed him and started running wildly.
Sehir was startled and looked up at Ryan with an incredulous expression.
"Run!" Ryan shouted, grabbing Cecil and speeding up even more.
The people behind them started swearing, and the sound of stomping their feet grew fainter and fainter.
"Damn it! Chase after them! What are you standing there for?!"