Chapter 664 Nightmare
"...—.No!"
Lord Galvin's voice contained a hint of crying, trembling, and his teeth were clenched, suppressing the emotions he had been tense for many days.
"Father!" Phoenix stepped forward quickly to help Lord Galvin, who was already unsteady on his feet, "Father, the matter has come to this, and there is nothing we can do. The most urgent task is to send cousin Flanders back to the lake as soon as possible~"
Phoenix still maintained a clear mind, and he always remembered the tasks that Art had given him.
At this time, Bishop Olof, who was standing aside with his hands in his wide sleeves, also said: "Phoenix is right, we should send the monarch back to Burgundy as soon as possible. As the ruler of the Burgundy kingdom, the land in the north is his true destination. Amen!"
After saying that, Bishop Olof made a cross on his chest.
"Amen!" Phoenix and Doctor Thomas also prayed in low voices.
Lord Galvin slowly raised his head, looked towards the carriage where Flanders was sitting, and then slowly said to Phoenix: "Hel me over" "Yes, father." Phoenix put a hand on Lord Galvin's shoulder and walked towards the carriage not far away -
When he came to the carriage, Lord Galvin stopped and stood for a while, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and then climbed into the carriage.
When Lord Galvin raised his right hand to open the curtain, he suddenly hesitated.
Perhaps he couldn't bear to see Flanders' almost unrecognizable face again after the poison spread throughout his body, or perhaps Lord Galvin was afraid that this would be the last time he saw Flanders alive.
Slowly, Lord Galvin put down the half-raised curtain, turned around and walked from the carriage to solid ground. Then he said coldly to Phoenix, "Tell everyone to set off immediately!" Then without looking back, he looked towards his horse tied to the wooden pole. The horse on the stake walked away. -
In the south, at the door of Neyate's mansion in Lavati City, the sharp neighing of a fast horse broke the street that had been sleeping all night——"
. Quick! Take me to see the Earl!"
The man on horseback hurriedly ran to the door of the mansion, panting heavily and speaking hurriedly to the guards outside the door.
Immediately, a guard led the man at a trot toward the innermost bedroom where At was.
When the two of them passed the room where Ron was, they happened to be bumped into by Ron who had just returned from the hut.
"Sir Ron!"
"Butler Bailey? Why did you come here so early in the morning?" Ron rubbed his swollen eyes and walked towards the two of them.
"That's it -" Butler Bailey whispered in Ron's ear, "We only found out this morning. When Mr. Mario heard about it, he immediately asked me to come over to the Earl to make a decision."
Because of the fast journey, Butler Bailey's face was already red with sweat, and he kept wiping the sweat.
Looking at Butler Bailey's anxious look, Ron said: "My master was hungover yesterday and I'm afraid he hasn't woken up yet. You go to the hall and wait, and I'll go find him right away!"
"Okay! Okay!"
At this time, Art, who was still lying in bed, had no idea what happened last night——
Because he drank too much last night, Art fell into a deep sleep after being sent back to the room by the guard, and his snoring almost continued all night.
It has been a long time since Art drank as freely as he did last night.
Since the War of Succession, Art's nerves have been in a state of high tension and he rarely drinks in his spare time.
Last night, perhaps because of a whim, or perhaps because his tense nerves were suddenly relaxed, Ate clinked glasses with businessmen from various autonomous city-states one by one, and kept toasting, and he was in high spirits. Even if Angus stepped forward to block the drink, he would still drink with him. Even when Angus himself was a little drunk, he saw Art chatting and laughing with these Lombard people, which made him doubt his own drinking ability.
In his sleep, bits and pieces of past experiences emerged in Art's mind -
Ever since he could remember, he had been pestering his father to teach him swordsmanship and fighting all day long. He also dreamed of owning a war horse of his own and going into battle to kill the enemy.
In his spare time, his father, Wood Wells, would personally teach him swordsmanship and tell Art the origins of the Wells family and the glorious deeds of their ancestors. Since then, Art has been determined to become a great knight, like his father, grandfather and great-grandfather, who would go into battle to kill enemies and achieve great feats.
In addition to learning swordsmanship and equestrian skills from his father, the leading knights of the Wells family also taught him various skills, such as close combat,
archery, tracking, etc.
In Wellsburg, he was always the most favored child. Even though the Wells family relied on martial arts, Art's mother still taught him how to read and write. She also taught him how to be tolerant and treat everything around him with a peaceful mind.
This had a great impact on Art in his childhood.
At's mother's family is an unknown small noble in the remote northeastern region of Lombardy. They live on the relatively fertile land in their hereditary territory.
When Art was ten years old, his mother left him because of an illness. When he returned home with his father, his mother's body had already become stiff. But there was no fearful expression on her face, and she looked calm and indifferent.
His mother was a devout Christian, and she often worked with the nuns in the monastery to provide wheat porridge to the homeless people in the city to help them survive the harsh winters when they were hungry and cold.
At her mother's funeral, in addition to family members and friends who came to pay their respects, those who had been helped by her also spontaneously went to the church to say their final farewells to her.
Since the death of his mother, his father, Wood Wells, has been depressed and unhappy all day long. He often sits alone in the house and drinks alcohol. Even so, he rarely loses his temper with his servants, but he talks a lot less.
Just a few years later, Art gradually grew up and mastered swordsmanship, fighting, archery and other skills through years of continuous learning.
Later, Art and his father participated in the Knights Templar's war against the pagans.
This is a battle about faith. As a servant of God, Art did not hesitate to join this killing that lasted for several years.
In his sleep, the bloody killing scenes of that year were still clear, so much so that Art shouted from time to time: "Kill! Kill!"
The arms hanging on the bed were waving wildly, and his legs kept kicking the quilt on his body·
After a while of noise, Art sighed heavily, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead had already soaked into the linen lining he was wearing.
After a brief respite, Art found himself suddenly in a dark valley. A biting cold wind blew, making him shiver.
Surrounded by thick white snow, everything around it was covered. Dense and uneven birch kernels stand around, dividing the sky above from the ground.
Att hugged the linen coat tightly and shivered constantly. His bare feet were red from the cold, and he was already a little unruly.
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Suddenly, the sound of exploding sparks came from not far away. Art rubbed his eyes that were blinded by the white snow, and turned to look at the sparse side of the birch forest. The bright or dark light of the fire attracted his attention~
Art raised his frozen feet and walked with difficulty towards the place where the sparks splashed.
"Damn it!"
Att pushed aside the bushes in front of him, and walked step by step towards the edge of the birch forest under the guidance of the firelight.
After an unknown amount of time, Art finally walked out of the birch forest and dragged his tired body towards the almost extinguished bonfire by the stream.
After turning over a small mound, Art finally breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of his frozen legs, Art trotted excitedly towards the warm bonfire.
Thirty steps—.
Twenty-five steps.·
Twenty steps.
Matt was getting closer and closer to the fire that was enough to save his life on this cold winter night~
“Who?”
A loud shout frightened him and he fell under the dry bush in front of him that was less than half a person tall.
Looking through the gaps between the branches, the man was wearing a black bearskin hat, a rabbit fur felt hat, and holding a dagger in his hand. He was watching everything around him closely.
A large pile of fur beside him was rolled up neatly, covered with a thin layer of snow.
Yate held his breath and concentrated, not daring to make the slightest movement, for fear that the other party would find him. Obviously, that guy is a hunter in the mountains,
That bundle of furs must be all his harvest this winter.
After a while, the hunter seemed to have discovered something. He stood up and stared ahead. The dagger was already in his hand.
Att blinked and followed the hunter's gaze, and the two glowing green beads scared him so much that he almost screamed~
"Wolf～"
Ate took two sharp breaths and continued to watch everything in front of him.
After a while, the hungry wolf took the lead in attacking and pounced towards the hunter~
The hunter stepped forward in an arrow, bent his legs and bent down, and avoided the first wave of bites from the hungry wolf.
Immediately afterwards, the hungry wolf fiddled with its paws, exposed its ferocious fangs, twitched its nostrils, and launched a second wave of attacks. He jumped up and bit the hunter's dagger... Just when Art thought that the hunter was about to lose his strength, a dagger pierced the wolf's thigh, and there was a cry of mourning.
Just as the hungry wolf was retreating quickly on its legs, the hunter picked up a single bow, mounted a light arrow, and with a "whoosh" sound, the arrow penetrated the hungry wolf's abdomen. After several lamentations, the hungry wolf fell into the snow.
The hunter stepped forward and kicked the hungry wolf who was lying motionless on the ground. After cursing a few words, he turned and walked towards the fire.
With the faint light of the fire, Art could clearly see the face of the person coming~
"This is not~"
After being shocked, Art's mind went blank. He didn't understand why he saw this familiar scene.
Just when he was about to stand up and step forward to check, there was a slight tap on his shoulder, which frightened Art and turned around~
"Lottie? You~"
At was once again shocked and speechless. So he blinked hard, thinking he was hallucinating.
Looking carefully, Lottie suddenly held another child in her arms.
"Lotti, this is~"
At stood up slowly, walked to Lottie, and looked at the baby in the middle of the baby.
"Dear, you have a really bad memory. This is our child."
"Our child?" Art said, reaching out and pulling away the silk scarf covering the baby's face, wanting to see what the child looked like. The moment the silk coin was pulled away, the blood stains on the baby's face made Art scream out in fright, and he fell into the snow.
"No! This is not our child! Our child is dead! Already dead!" Art screamed in horror as he lay on the ground, with tears in his eyes.
"Dear, this is our child, you stand up and take a good look! You stand up and take a look!" Lottie yelled at Art in a voice that was almost screaming: "It's you, it's all you! If you hadn't led the army and left our mother and son at home, how could the valley have been invaded by your enemies. It's all you, it was you who made me lose my dear child. Give him back to me! Give him back to me!"
Lotti Wolf strangled Art's neck fiercely, her eyes filled with hatred.
As Art was lying on the snow, it became increasingly difficult to breathe, and his hands and feet began to twitch. At this moment, he felt that the god of death was falling from the sky...
"No!"
Matt yelled with all his strength, and suddenly stood up from the bed.
"Master!" Ron, who had just reached the door, pushed open the wooden door of the bedroom and rushed in.
At this time, Art finally woke up from his sleep, sweating profusely and looking tired.
"Master, are you okay?"
Ron ran to the bed and was shocked to see Art's pale face.
At took a few deep breaths and felt a sense of fear.
"Water!" Art said, pointing to the kettle on the table.
Ron quickly turned around and poured a full glass of water and handed it to Art.
Pour a glass of water into his mouth, Art felt his throat feel relaxed,
"Master, what are you doing?" Ron asked again.
"I'm fine, it's just a nightmare, a very long nightmare!" After saying this, Art took a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Looking at his already soaked clothes, Art shook his head repeatedly.
"Come to me so early, what's the matter?"
After being led through the door by Art's startled scream, Ron almost forgot about the business.
"Sir, Mr. Mario's butler came early in the morning and is waiting in the hall. Let him tell you~"
Seeing Ron hesitating, Art didn't ask much.
He pinched the linen jacket he was wearing. The smell of alcohol mixed with sweat almost made Art vomit. So he quickly said to Ron: "Have someone prepare a bucket of hot water for me~"
"Yes, Master!"
After Ron closed the door, the expression on Art's face looked a little gloomy. Last night's nightmare reminded him of many things in the past,
but what saddened him the most was the unborn child between him and Lottie·
During the War of Succession, when Art led the Welsh Army into the province of Codor, a fire broke out in the backyard. Bernard sent an elite force to attack Art's lair, the wooden castle in the valley. With all their elite troops out, the Valley Guard Corps suffered heavy casualties. Fortunately, reinforcements arrived in time and saved the crisis.
· During this crisis, Lottie, as the mistress of the valley, rushed back and forth all day to clean up the mess, without any consideration for the child in her belly. In the end, due to overwork, she accidentally miscarried and lost the fetus in her belly.
Since the valley was experiencing a major crisis at this time and her husband was away at war, Lottie, as the head of the family, chose to conceal the matter. Except for the maid Ollie who knew the inside story, no one else knew about it.
When Art returned home in triumph, Lottie informed him of the matter. When he learned the unfortunate news, Art felt extremely guilty.
But after Lottie’s enlightenment, the couple decided to hide the matter from everyone.
For a long time, Art has been unable to let go of this, and he feels even more ashamed of his wife. Although Lottie didn't say anything, Art knew that she was sadder than anyone else.
Every time he wanted to write a letter home, Art didn't know how to start, so he had to give up.
Looking at the silk scarf woven by Lottie herself lying beside the bed, Art fell into deep longing for his wife.