The Count of Void

Dreams, Part One(Chapter One)

Dearest and Beloved lovers chanted a beautiful MANTRA. A description of noble and peasant strong feeling.

Never be enough. Love is unpredictable. Love is the noblest feeling yet pure without affecting any ornament of studious or, of style.

[1793 AD] A peasant carried a sack of potatoes to the market-town and then to the metropolis. His wagon were made of old oak wood, including its wheels. At the noon, the air was so hot, a rocky country road. In Britain at nowadays which consisted of four constituent countries : England, Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland, this land only has England, Wales, and Scotland to be explored. After doing his job, this peasant had to go to London to exchange the last sack of potatoes with gold and check-in . He knew that that was an arduous task, the particulars of the journey. The whole of his voyage made an impression since France, Le Mans.

A rich and noble man offered him the job, selling the potatoes to London. This peasant was a familiar of the noble man. Without burden and with the brightest smile you will ever see, the peasant innocently took the job. It was about 5 days since the journey. His horse, Jacob loyally walked through rocky road, moody as ever. He did not omit one material circumstance, which blotted himself but the thing was important; be grateful.
He was pure and honest, he didn't know if the world was full of evil. A Frenchman with noble face was born as a mere peasant. His parents were also a peasant. But before, his mother was an upper middle class noble until she felt in love with a mere peasant.