Just as he was thinking this, Hall frowned and immediately launched into a tirade of abuse.
"You little brat! Use this time to properly carry medicine."
The boy pursed his lips, said "Oh," and turned to walk towards his room.
Having just woken up, Sesil was a bit slow to process what was happening in the outside world. It took him a long time to realize that he was no longer at home.
Only when Hall walked up to him did Cecil make some other movements.
He thought it was Isri, Ceshir tried to ask, but this time the words wouldn't come out of his throat.
"Young Master, have some porridge first." Hall squatted down in front of Cecil, holding a bowl.
Facing the person in front of him, Sehir recalled for a long time before remembering. After taking a few sips of porridge with his spoon, the feeling of his stomach being churned up finally subsided.
But as soon as I filled my stomach a little, my eyelids started to droop, as if I hadn't rested in a long time, and fatigue instantly hit my nerves.
Sesil tried to resist, but only for a few seconds. When Hall turned around, he found that the man had already fallen asleep.
Hall rubbed his throbbing temples and lifted the person from the wheelchair back to the bed.
He had just woken up and then fell asleep again. Hall tightened his fingers and exhaled.
Hopefully, she's just asleep.
Chapter 120
The underground prison was even cooler at night, and in the innermost cell, the people hanging high up were covered in blood and grime.
The once clean and tidy butler's uniform is now nothing more than a flimsy layer of protection.
The Queen, wearing a veil and looking disgusted, stepped into the prison and pulled her thick shawl tighter around her.
Upon seeing the Queen, the soldiers standing in the cell immediately stopped what they were doing, put their whips aside, and bowed in salute.
"Wash yourself clean before you come in." The Queen stood in front of Isley, her gaze not even glancing at the soldiers beside her.
"yes!"
The soldier turned sideways and jogged out of the cell.
The Queen approached and discovered that the person had already fainted. The Queen lifted the collar of Isri's clothes and looked at the person beside her with a look of disgust.
"Someone, take his clothes off."
Upon receiving the order, the people behind him dared not disobey and stepped forward to strip Isri's upper body completely naked.
On her fair body, the bloodstains were even more noticeable, and the blood droplets flowing down the thin muscle lines created a beautiful, albeit incomplete, aesthetic.
At this moment, the person who had gone outside to shower also rushed in, shivering from the cold, and stood next to the Queen.
"You hate him?"
The Queen's sudden question startled the person standing beside her, who finally opened his mouth and answered after a long pause: "I don't hate her!"
"Then...why did you use such force?" The Queen turned around and looked at the person who was still trembling.
The soldier lowered his head and stared wide-eyed, repeating the queen's words over and over in his mind. His body visibly trembled with panic. Finally, he closed his eyes and gave up entirely.
"It was what you said yesterday."
"Oh?" The Queen raised an eyebrow, turned around to look at the person behind her, and asked, "Did I say that?"
"Her Majesty the Queen did not say," the person behind her replied expressionlessly.
Did you hear that?
Feeling that his death was imminent, the soldier, driven by anger, suddenly raised his head and glared fiercely at the queen.
Suddenly, the Queen was startled, her face instantly darkened, she took a step back, and disgust showed in her eyes.
"Drag him away."
Without saying a word, the person behind him nodded and dragged the already stiff soldier out of the dungeon.
There were no curses or screams of pleas for mercy; it seemed they had become accustomed to this kind of thing, and it was only a matter of time before it was their turn.
The Queen stepped forward again, her slender fingers slowly tracing over Isri's body, which was lean and without any excess fat.
Seeing that the person on the pillar did not move, the Queen lost interest for a moment, pursed her lips, scooped up a bowl of cold water from the wooden bucket next to her, and splashed it on Isri.
The biting cold seeped into the wound, instantly pulling the person on the pillar back to consciousness.
Islam frowned and waited a while before opening his eyes again.
"How are you feeling?" the Queen's voice came from in front of me.
Isri moved his numb fingertips, turned his head to the side, and remained silent.
"It's been almost two days, and your dear master isn't in a hurry at all."
The Queen raised her hand again and stroked the skin on Isri's chest. The warm touch slowly moved along the edge of the wound, making her feel both itchy and uncomfortable, and also giving rise to a sense of disgust.
Islam bit his lower lip, his brows furrowed tightly, before finally releasing his white-tinged lip after a long while.
"I am just the young master's servant. Whether I live or die is none of his concern."
"Is that so?" The Queen raised an eyebrow slightly, lifted Isri's chin with her fingertips, and asked in a seemingly tender manner.
Does it hurt?
Isri tried to turn his head to the side, but the Queen pressed down harder on Isri's head the next second.
The Queen exhaled and traced her fingertips down Isri's neck: "I can give you a chance."
Isri raised his head and leaned against the pillar, his chest heaving with each breath, his eyes filled with nausea as he looked at the person in front of him.
Forget everything from your past, come to me, and I can give you everything you want.
The Queen's lips curled into a smile as her fingertips traced circles around Isri's waist, teasing his shivering, cold skin.
"How about it?"
Water droplets slid down his neck from his forehead, and the coolness of the cell made Isri's nerves even more alert.
He said, slowly and deliberately, "I refuse."
The next second, the Queen's gaze turned cold, and she stopped what she was doing.
“You’re not afraid of death,” the Queen said to herself, glancing at Isrith and chuckling, “Your master is truly lucky to have such a loyal dog as you.”
The Queen stroked Isri's face, brushed a strand of hair with water droplets behind her ear, and glanced at the person next to her.
"continue."
The guard beside him was taken aback, his hand almost trembling as he held his sword, but he finally answered in a deep voice.
"yes!"
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Because Cecil suddenly woke up, Hall lay in bed unable to fall asleep, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, unable to feel sleepy for a long time.
Finally, unable to wait any longer, he sat up in bed, put on his shoes, and slowly made his way to Cecil's room.
Cecil remained as quiet as he had been before he left. Hall carefully pulled out a stool and sat down next to Cecil, watching his face gradually regain its color.
Hall was full of energy all night, and sat by the bed until morning. When the sun rose and Hall was just starting to feel sleepy, the person on the bed moved even slightly.
Suddenly, Hall snapped out of his drowsiness, excitedly stood up from the stool, and stared expectantly at the person on the bed.
It took Cecil a full minute to open his eyes. He turned his head to look at Hall beside him and raised his arm to try to prop himself up.
Seeing this, Hall rushed forward to help, but before he could touch her, Cecil instinctively flinched, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.
Realizing his rudeness, Sehir readjusted his position, lowered his head, and opened his mouth, saying, "Sorry."
Looking at Cecil's expression, Hall unconsciously frowned again. If Isri were here now, he would definitely give him a good beating!
"I'll go cook," Hall said, then turned and walked out.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw his apprentice rummaging through the cupboard. Hall was immediately furious and grabbed the boy by the collar, lifting him up.
"You brat! What are you doing?"
The boy's eyes immediately widened in alarm when he saw Hall. He quickly wiped his hands clean and gave an awkward smile.
"It's alright, I'll check if the food has gone bad for you."
Hall gritted his teeth, threw the boy aside, and yelled, "Go read your book! Don't cause me any trouble!"
The boy sat on the ground, rubbing his sore waist and pouting.
Just as he was about to exchange a few words with his master, he suddenly turned his head and saw the person in the room.
Chapter 121
Sehir sat on the edge of the bed, somewhat dazed. It took him a while to come to his senses and continue his actions. Because he hadn't moved around for a long time, getting up from the window was quite a big undertaking.
The boy glanced at it, then dusted himself off and headed toward Cecil's room.
"Do you need any help?" the boy asked Cecil, standing in the doorway.
Sehir paused, looked up to meet the boy's gaze, then looked down at his legs before finally uttering two words.
"Thanks."
The boy breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward, reached through Cecil's arm, and draped the man over himself: "You'll feel better after walking around a bit more, don't worry."
“I’m not worried,” Cecil replied, removing his hand from the table he was holding.
The boy helped Cecil out of the room little by little, and Cecil cooperated by not putting all his strength on the boy.
To ease the awkwardness between the two, the boy spoke first: "My name is Pei Di, what's yours?"
"Sehill"
“That’s it?” Pedi looked at Sehir.
Sehir exhaled, tried to place his feet on the ground, and then met Paddy's gaze again: "Kreitis Sehir."
Pedi looked helpless, rubbed his forehead and opened his mouth: "No, I just wanted you to talk more, it will help with your recovery."
Cecil looked down at his feet, tried to take a step, and answered Paddy's question, "Okay, I understand."