Cheng Qianxun was anxious now, but Gordon was very strong and carried her to the bedside in a few steps.
He fell down directly while holding him.
Although his body was not as heavy as Regel, it was not much lighter.
He looked so anxious, why would anyone write his name on his hand?
Gordon kept rubbing his hands on his body, and his flesh was sore with the hand that could swing the sword.
She was very helpless.
The more she struggled, the worse things became.
She looked sideways and saw that the layout here was the same.
There was a clay pot on the low cabinet next to the bed.
So I did the same thing as last night.
I didn't struggle and let the other person touch me casually.
Then I secretly picked up the jar, aimed it at the back of my head and smashed it.
"Bang!"
Gordon, who was lying on his body, fainted as the clay pot fell apart.
Pushing Gordon aside hard, Cheng Qianxun sat up, opened his round neck and looked inside.
The oil lamp was dim and he couldn't see anything clearly, but his chest was definitely red and burning.
Less than a day later, history repeated itself again, and she once again put her chin in her hands and felt depressed. . .
How come these men are all virtuous?
He let out a long sigh.
He originally thought that Gordon could still communicate, but now it seems that men are all the same after losing their original memories.
He raised his head and looked sadly at the sky.
Raphael could laugh his head off again now.
After turning aside to cover Gordon with a blanket, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
So I quickly got out of bed, sneaked to the door, looked around, and ran away while no one was around.
Halfway through the run back to Regel's room, she changed her route to another guest room.
Entering the guest room, she wanted to hide in the closet, but ended up hiding under the bed.
After a while, I heard chaotic footsteps outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door of Gordon's room, and the housekeeper called: "Viscount Gordon, Viscount Gordon" Of course there was no response, so the butler rushed in with someone and heard a scream: "Viscount Gordon.
What's wrong with you?
Wake up quickly and call the master."
Reger and Sneed, who were still downstairs, naturally got the news and came up.
Fortunately, Viscount Gordon only fainted and woke up after spraying a few water on his face.
Because there are still guests.
The attack on Viscount Gordon was naturally kept secret.
Searching with torches in the middle of the night, the intruders thought something big had happened here, and if the torches ignited a fire, there was no fire brigade or high-pressure hoses in this era.
He called a few knights to patrol the yard with dogs.
If the mysterious woman in white was still in the castle, she would naturally not be able to escape.
After confirming that Gordon was okay, Regel and Sneijder walked out of the room while discussing.
They stopped outside the door.
Reger was quite cautious: "Why don't I ask someone to clean the Earl's room first?"
"No, it's just a woman.
I really want to meet this woman and see if she can knock her out."
Sneijder joked.
Reger said with a smile: "Tomorrow I will ask people to collect all the jars beside the bed.
Then I wish the earl a sound and sweet sleep."
The door opened, and Sneijder walked in, placing the oil lamp in his hand on the wooden table.
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He seemed a little worried too.
He slowly moved to the closet and opened it suddenly.
Naturally, there was no one inside.
He breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the bed.
Cheng Qianxun has been hiding under the bed, not daring to say a word.
Sneijder placed the sword on the bed, causing the bed to collapse slightly, and then thought of something.
He squatted down suddenly and looked under the bed.
When I saw that there was nothing under the bed, I was really relieved.
He took off his clothes and lay on the bed, with the sword beside him.
Cheng Qianxun hid in the shadow of the low cabinet on the other side of the bed, trying to shrink his body, not even daring to breathe.
Listen as Sneed takes off his clothes and goes to bed.
After a while, his breathing became heavy and even, and he should have fallen asleep.
Should we go over and try it with Sneijder?
But she just knocked Gordon unconscious.
Sneijder will not be careful about her.
It's really cold sitting here.
There are still about four or five hours before dawn.
She carefully bent over and walked to the bed.
But I don’t have the guts to go to bed and sleep together.
Because Sneijder's hand has been resting on the sword beside him.
I saw a cloak of Sneijder next to him.
This cloak was very thick.
Gordon's territory should not be far from Regel, and it can be reached in half a day or a day, so the cloak he wears is relatively thin.
However, Sneijder is far away and has to sleep in the open air, so the cloak is made of wool and is almost as thick as a blanket.
Just as thick.
So she carefully squatted and moved around the outer edge of the bed, trying not to make a sound as she pulled off her cloak.
"Hmm..."
Sneijder made a few nasal sounds, which scared her so much that she didn't dare to move anymore.
Fortunately, Sneijder didn't wake up.
He smashed the bar in his mouth a few times and went back to sleep.
After getting the cloak, she hurriedly hid under the bed, wrapped the cloak around her cold body, lay down under the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The sun had already hit the bed, and someone was gently picking at the door: "Earl Sneed, Lord Earl Sneed, it's time to have lunch."
Sneijder woke up, stretched out his hands to shield his face from the dazzling sunlight, and said, "Yeah, I got it."
After putting it on, he found that his cloak had arrived under the bed at some point.
So he pulled the cloak out from under the bed, patted it with his hands, threw it on the bed, turned around and opened the door to go downstairs for dinner.
As soon as the door opened, a snow-white furry thing came out of nowhere and slipped out of the crack of the door first.
Sneijder was startled at first, and then when he saw it, it turned out to be the snow fox raised by Regel, and he laughed.
Cheng Qianxun dragged her big tail and ran directly downstairs.
Sure enough, Regel was already sitting at the wooden table, and she jumped directly onto Regel's lap.
Reger, who had a worried look on his face, touched her head in surprise when he saw her: "Where have you been?
I thought you were gone or skinned."
It was useless to worry Regel.
She squinted her eyes, pressed her head against Regel's hand, and rubbed his chest several times, purring from her nose.
After Sneijder took his seat, he looked at Xuehu's cooing and tried to stop talking, but finally hid the fact that Xuehu might be in his room.
Gordon came over, holding the back of his head that was hit and frowning.
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"It still hurts," Sneijder asked with a smile.
"It's okay."
Gordon rubbed it hard a few more times and then put down his hand, a little embarrassed: "How strong can a woman be?"
"After I was knocked unconscious the day before yesterday, I thought I was dreaming when I woke up."
Reger smiled, and then ordered the cook next to him: "Go and ask the housekeeper to lead a search, and don't leave anything behind in every corner. " "Yes, sir."
The cook put down the bread knife and went out to find the butler.
"Who is she?
Why does she always like to hit people with cans?
Viscount Reger really doesn't know her."
Gordon was suspicious.
After all, this is Reger's territory.
He doesn't even know who is who in his own place, let alone Besides, there are still ghosts in the castle where we live.
"I don't know."
Reger tore open some grilled fish with his hands and put them on the plate for the snow fox on his lap to eat.
He recalled for a moment: "At that time, she held my hand and wrote words on my hand, but I didn't have time to read it all..."
Gordon thought thoughtfully: "She keeps holding my hand.
Does she also want to write something?"
"It should be that she is mute and cannot speak, so she can only write.
A woman who can write is an Oriental, so she is really special."
Reger dipped his hand in some milk and wrote on the table: "This is her written.”
"My name is..."
Sneijder and Gordon can pronounce it.
This made Cheng Qianxun even more depressed.
If the last names were written out, wouldn't all three of them be able to pass now?
Gordon looked at the words and raised his head with surprise on his face: "This font is very strange.
I probably haven't learned it before, but how can I recognize it?"
Sneijder also read it again and slapped the table: "Hey, it's true.
I have never learned such a word before, and I recognize it.
Things are getting more and more interesting."
"Me too."
Regel looked at the English he had just written in milk on the table with some thought: "What exactly does she want to say?"
At this time, the steward came in with all the knights, swords at their waists, and six dogs.
After saluting the three nobles, he went upstairs and began a carpet-like search in order to find the woman who knocked Viscount Gordon unconscious yesterday.
"Obviously, she must be very special."
After a brief interruption, the topic continued, and Sneed smiled meaningfully: "Otherwise, Viscount Gordon would not have been knocked unconscious like Viscount Reger."
At this point, he burst out laughing.
Not sure whether it was to adjust the atmosphere or cover up the embarrassment, Gordon recalled: "She does look very special.
I have never seen her before, but when I see her, I always feel friendly and like her.
I even really want to help her.
Redeem her body and take her back."
"No need to spend that money, I don't even know who she is."
Reger rolled his eyes slightly, and then recalled: "I also think she is very kind and like her very much.
Although she is not as tall as I am satisfied with. , but not too short.
She was pretty and had an indescribable smell.
She was very anxious and wanted to say something.
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I saw her mouth open, but there was no sound.
Then she held my hand. wrote these."
He said with some regret: "If I see her again, maybe I should let her finish writing."
Sneijder laughed: "If I encounter it, I won't be able to wait until tomorrow.
I will write something down tomorrow.
But I will learn from the lessons of both of you and put all the jars away as soon as possible."
Gordon and Regal both laughed.
That was how they were before they were knocked unconscious.
Cheng Qianxun sweated.
As expected, men were all the same.
The jar seemed to work well.
There were no side effects after being smashed, it was just swollen.
It was safer and more reliable than the pan.
Sneijder thought of something: "Why don't you ask my knight Rudolph to come and help?
Don't underestimate him.
The knights who have dealt with him, even those who can kill a wolf alone, will retreat when they see him."
"So awesome."
In fact, Reger had been curious for a long time.
There were almost no people from foreign races who could become knights here.
"Let him check it.
Whether it's a cemetery or a forest, there's nothing he can't find."
Sneijder said with certainty
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