She lost her composure only for a moment. The next second, Mrs. Zhen's expression returned to a mysterious and unpredictable trance. Her snow-white cheeks were still flushed with passion. Every time she spoke, she seemed to be still immersed in love. in the pool water.
"He has black hair and eyes, then, I suppose?" murmured Lady Jane.
"You...know things like a god." Xia Zuo said. At this moment, he already believed that the intelligence dealer Black Crow was indeed inseparable from the spice empire. This gift was the right one for him.
"What did he do to you?" asked Lady Jane.
Xia Zuo said reluctantly: "He, this bastard, this scoundrel, gave me a recipe and taught me how to prepare spices. As for me, I naively believed his lies - yes, the recipe does have The effect - but just when I followed the steps he told me to smoke my spices, God, thick smoke rose into the sky, and the whole ship looked like it was rushed out of the sea of fire. There is nothing worse than this. A conspicuous beacon! I hurriedly ordered the crew to extinguish the smoke, but it was too late. That night, the pirates touched my fleet. It is not difficult to imagine who leaked the secret!" "So,
you What did you do to him?" Mrs. Jane continued to ask, "He used pirates and explosions to deal with you. I don't believe that you simply realized his identity." When she mentioned "pirates
and explosions", she was slender. Her fingers lingered on the golden rose for a long time, pinching the petals until they were deformed.
"I think that to deal with a cunning and disloyal escaped slave, gentle means are nothing but useless mercy!" Xia Zuoyi said angrily, "I sent a capable deadman, and I wanted to give his head as a gift. You, but he discovered my intention..."
Mrs. Jane was silent for a moment, and then laughed out loud.
Xia Zuo thought this was a mockery of him. He blushed in front of this beautiful lioness and tried hard to defend himself: "...He, he is an out-and-out lunatic! I am sure that he is not at all There is no complete certainty that I will come to the Molucca. He cannot have 100% evidence that I will plot against him, so he colludes with the pirates and sells my information to kill me! There is no way that the son of Bardas will leave any loopholes... ..."
Mrs. Zhen said quietly: "You are too young, you don't know him, let alone understand him."
Xia Zuo was speechless and seemed very confused.
"I...you said I don't know him..."
"You don't need to be 100% sure, nor do you need conclusive evidence. You just need to show a little bit - something even subtler than a spider's silk. It will threaten you." His doubts... From that moment on, your life is no longer in your hands." Mrs. Jane's voice was almost illusory. She pursed her delicate red lips and kissed the smooth forehead of the skull, "Oh my god. Is there really such a cruel and capricious tyrant down there? But the fact is, you failed to kill him, but he almost killed you." Xia Zuo was speechless, and another
new and terrifying idea emerged in his mind : Is Black Crow's identity really just a runaway slave who is proficient in spices?
Those iconic black hair and eyes... Could it be that he also has the blood of the Scott family? Even if he is from the Scott family, what kind of status does he need to be called a "tyrant" by Mrs. Jane with hatred and fear?
He whispered warily: "He called himself Black Crow, but he was just a budding intelligence dealer, and he also recognized a young man as his master... When I saw him, he had clearly forgotten everything in the first half of his life, except for his madness. His character is very much like that of a loyal dog!"
Does such a person deserve to have the title of tyrant on his head?
Mrs. Jane thought deeply, and her eyes shone for a moment when she heard "a young man has been recognized as my master." She smiled and said: "Tell me more about the people around him, my friends."
Xia Zuo then told her about the young and naive master of the intelligence dealer. He bought the servant's life with seven pounds of black pepper in exchange for Black Crow's meticulous attitude to please, his daughter--different from her father's appearance, she was completely black-haired and black-eyed, and the small building where they lived...
He poured out everything he could, every day. When he wanted to reserve something, Mrs. Jane encouraged him with her smile and eyes, which made him excited and he couldn't help but continue talking. The woman in front of her was dressed in black gauze, with black hair flowing like a waterfall, and holding a gold-decorated skull in her arms. She was so mysterious and beautiful, just like the pagan goddess of the underworld. Xia Zuo couldn't refuse her, he was so obsessed that he lost all the power to refuse.
"It seems that you have finished speaking." Mrs. Jane smiled softly, "Thank you for the gift. I can't boast that you will always be a friend of the Moluccas. I can only guarantee that you will always be a friend of the Moluccas." My closest friend."
Xia Zuo breathed quickly, and he got the honor of kissing the back of Lady Lionheart's hand.
He rested his lips on the soft and fair skin for a long time, as if he were holding a piece of moist jade. The closest friend - the implication goes without saying, he already has a ticket to heaven.
"Sherman," Mrs. Jane called softly, and a familiar young man walked out of the curtain behind her. "Send my friend a ride."
Xia Zuo's eyes focused on his hand. A young man was the one who saved him. However, his hands had changed greatly at this time. He wore a pair of silver gloves. These sparkling decorations were like armor's gauntlets, which made up for his shortcomings. .
"Sherman?" Xia Zuo said in surprise, "Sherman Scott...are you Silverhand Sherman?"
"It's just a humble and false name," Sherman showed a humble smile, "Please allow me to take you out, And congratulations to you, you have gained the friendship of Mrs. Zhen."
Xia Zuo smiled at him, and at the moment he turned around, a sudden flash of lightning flashed through his brain that was disturbed by the explosion, pain and shame.
——The mourning crow, the black-haired and black-eyed Scott member, the tyrant, the cruel deceiver, and the intelligence dealer who is proficient in spices...
Xia Zuo blurted out: "Gerald Si...!"
At this moment, he suddenly He felt strangely cold, as if someone was pressing a handful of ice on his back hard and fast. The cold touch quickly spread to his chest. He lowered his head in confusion, only to see a sharp silver hand holding a pool of warm blood.
"My closest friends are only dead people." Mrs. Jane held the skull and stared at it lovingly for a while, then sighed, "Sherman, you soiled my blanket." "I'm sorry,"
Sherman Staring at the corpse on the ground, "But after what happened to my cousin, I have enough reasons to believe that an execution that is not completed under your nose will not give you peace of mind." "
Throw it into the sea." Mrs. Jane said coldly. , "Gerald Scott...want to take revenge on me? Then go ahead!"
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In the end, Gerald left.
Agape didn't try to keep him, nor did he ask about his original identity or name. He just took Lily with him and silently watched him leave the port city by boat.
Before leaving, Gerald turned around and asked Agape a question: "Have you ever thought about finding the biological father of this child?"
Agape was stunned: "...What?"
"The biological father of this child," Gerald looked at him inquiringly, "Gerald, Gerald Scott."
At this moment, Agape almost thought he was hallucinating. Otherwise, how could he hear this name again that should have disappeared from his life forever?
His eyes were in a trance, and he could almost see the evil flames of hell waving at him.
"I...I'm sorry that you asked this question, I really..." His lips wriggled and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"If you want to take this child to find him, I advise you to give up this idea." Gerald sounded cold and looked at him condescendingly. In fact, he didn't know why he said this to this slave. "I do know him, and I also know that for him, the child will only be an unexpected surprise." Agape listened
silently . , the dazed dizziness disappeared, replaced by a deeper and colder sadness.
Accident, he thought vaguely, you would actually use the word accident to describe Lily. This is really something that he never dared to think about before.
"You don't have to tell me this," he forced a smile, "Maybe you are his friend... maybe. You just need to know that I will never have anything to do with him in this life. On the contrary, I also beg you, I beg you not to tell him about Lily, for the sake of saving you."
Gerald frowned, but when he heard Agape say this, he felt not happy at all. It was like a punch hitting cotton, the force of the rebound hurt him instead.
"It's best this way." He replied stiffly and turned around to get on the boat.
The snow-white sails were full of swelling, gradually moving away from the port and sailing towards a wider and more boundless world.
Agape silently watched the ship go away. Lily suddenly called out "Daddy" in surprise and touched his face with her little hand. When he lowered his head, he felt the wet marks on his skin, which were cooling in the sea breeze.
For whom are these tears shed?
He picked up Lily and walked through the streets and alleys back to his completed new home. Looking at the door of his new home, Agape burst into laughter. He shrugged bitterly and walked in quietly without saying a word.
On the other side, Gerald, who has changed his identity and became the Black Crow, is preparing to take back everything he has.
I have to say that the name Black Crow is indeed very useful. He is an intelligence dealer who has gained a reputation at sea, a cripple with a terrifying appearance and missing legs and feet. No one will compare him with the Scott family who previously held the power of life and death. The first heir is so connected that even if someone from the Scott family comes, they may not be able to recognize him.
Only then did he begin to have unusually strange and confusing dreams at night.
Sometimes it is the boiling and burning sea water, sometimes it is the cold light of the knife turning in the hands of his nominal blood relatives, sometimes it is the charcoal color of the burning iron, sometimes it is the extremely cold pain and thirst, sometimes it is a pair of warm and soft hands, touching his The hair, with a pitiful voice, quietly called the black crow's name.
He didn't know whether these dreams really happened or were the sequelae of his amnesia, because at first, his memory only stayed at the moment when those jackals broke his legs and sank him into the sea.
Gerald stayed awake all night, tortured by fear and tortured by shame. Leaving Agape and the small seaside town was like leaving a mysterious protective circle. His brain began to recover and his consciousness became clearer.
He had already remembered - in the first few days after losing power and defeat, he had roared, resisted, and struggled fiercely. He had used all methods, such as promises of benefits, vicious threats, and emotions. Reasonable persuasion... but all methods are of no avail.
Jabs and beatings, whippings dipped in kerosene, suffocating water prisons and sleep deprivation torture, none of these made him succumb, but when the boning knife cut from his temple to the corner of his mouth, he woke up to everything It's too late.
The executioner dared to destroy the appearance of the first heir of the family, which shows that during the days or months when he was imprisoned, Jane Scott must have gained the support of Archduke Scott and usurped his throne. Partial power.
This was the first time he screamed, like a skinned snake.
After this... making sounds became much easier.
They let him bleed and also let him know how many stab wounds and burns he could take in a night after he started bleeding. He gradually understood his limits and how long he would have to burn before he screamed to the point of severe pain in his vocal cords and blurred consciousness. He does not beg for mercy, never begs for mercy, because he is fully aware of the virtues of those bitches and understands that begging them will only make the situation worse.
In exchange, he earned himself more torture, more distortion and mutilation.
His completely victorious sisters and brothers also designed a game for him. They induced him to think that he had discovered a loophole in the prison, so he gathered strength again and again to try to escape. However, without exception, these The flaws were all traps prepared for him, and hopes were ignited and then dashed again and again.
Time began to blur, began to spin... began to flow backwards.
Gerald saw hallucinations. In the light and heat of the iron and the smell of burning flesh, he lost his mind. For a moment, he even laughed stupidly, because the opponents, enemies and flatterers in the past were all like a revolving door. The same thing appeared before his eyes.
The opponents tutted at him and sighed, the enemies tried their best to show off their power, and the flatterers turned to look at him with surprised and disdainful eyes. Their whispers quickly merged into a torrent and rushed to his ears.
——"Gerald Scott, the black crow who died in the past is now festering in the boundless prison!" At
the moment when he was unconscious, a refracted blue light reflected in the corner of his eyes, which was left behind by the jailers after drinking heavily. The shard of the wine bottle beneath him was reflected by the jumping flames, making it shine like a sapphire.
Gerrard didn't fight back after that night.
Every day and night from now on, he wakes up from nightmares. The cold sweat soaks the blanket, making its soft down slippery. He seems to be lying in a pile of heavy snake sloughs. The difference between reality and dreams The double rope restrained him, making him sometimes awake and sometimes crazy.
Late that night, a late night that was no different from any other day, Gerald struggled fiercely again and opened his eyes in fear. He didn't know how long he had been in a daze, but he felt that the cabin was shaking regularly with the sea water, and the mercury-like moonlight shone on his pale face from the window.
He gritted his teeth and refused to utter a sound, but hot tears still mixed with sweat flashed across his tortuous scars.