Pérot yawned and sat up from the bed. His upper body immediately felt a chill. If he could, he wished to stay under the covers. Not only was it warm, but he also had Shirley's company.
"Don't you want to sleep a little longer?" The woman beside him turned over and murmured sleepily, "It's still early, isn't it?"
He leaned over and kissed her forehead. Shirley's brown hair was soft and curly, her skin was as smooth as a baby's, and she had a pair of adorable big eyes. It was in the Long Opera House that he had first met her. Almost as soon as he saw her, he had been attracted by her eyes.
"It should be noon soon. I have to go downstairs to see if there are any official matters to attend to," Pérot said in a low voice. "If you don't want to get up, you can continue sleeping. I'll ask the servants to send lunch to the bedroom later."
"But I want you to accompany me." Shirley stretched her arms over and hugged his waist. "It's snowing outside anyway. What official matters can there be?"
What she said was true. Ever since the Months of Demons arrived, the entire city had suddenly quietened down. The opening of the theater became once a week, the merchants in the market all left, and the taverns closed their doors. If one were to walk on the streets during the day, one would even think that this was an empty city.
So … should I sleep a little longer? After pursuing Shirley for nearly a year, he finally got what he wanted. Pérot was a little reluctant to leave. The pleasure of the night before had exhausted him, and now he was full of energy again. After lunch, perhaps he could have another round of lovemaking.
Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Sir Pérot, there's a blue letter."
He was startled, then immediately rolled over and got off the bed. He picked up the robe that had been thrown on the ground and put it on. "I'll be right there."
"Sir?" Shirley said in a low voice.
"Wait for me." Pérot hurriedly fastened his belt and left the bedroom. After a while, he returned to the room and climbed under the covers again. There was a letter wrapped in a blue envelope in his hand.
"What's this? Who wrote it to you?" The woman had basically woken up. She yawned and sat up to lean against Pérot.
"From Border Town," the latter replied. "It should be a personal letter from His Highness."
He opened the envelope and took out the letter. he quickly scanned the contents and frowned. "His Highness asked me to go to Border Town."
"Now?" Shirley said in surprise. "You're going in this weather?"
"Well, it's probably something urgent." Petrov sighed. "I'll pack up and leave in the afternoon. "Go home first. I'll find you when I'm back." He couldn't help but remember a year ago, when he had braved the wind and snow to take a boat to Border Town to bring Duke Ryan's warning to Longsong Stronghold. But now, the reason he had to go to the barren land was because of a letter from the town lord. Petrov couldn't help but lament the fickleness of fate.
"Can't you just pretend you didn't see it?" She said unhappily. "Even if he captured Longsong Stronghold, you're the real ruler of the stronghold. Even if it's the king's order, you don't have to carry it out immediately, do you?"
If it were the duke, he would have done so. But Pérot knew Prince Roland's temperament well. He touched the prince's head dotingly. "That's different. The king may not be able to control the Western Region, but His Highness Roland can … He's not only the lord of Border Town, but also the master of the entire Western Region."
…
After entering the Months of Demons, Longsong Stronghold indeed did not have too many official affairs to handle. Petrov simply assigned some tasks to his subordinates, and conveniently brought his father, Earl Hull, to the castle to assume command, before leaving the castle. Unlike the last time when he only had one assistant with him, this time he rode on the duke's personal ship, the Lionheart. He brought along more than ten servants and apprentices, as well as two family knights. It could be said to be a formidable force.
Just as he passed through the streets of the outer city and headed for the Stronghold pier, a noise from the corner of the street attracted Pérot's attention.
A dozen or so people were gathered in a circle, as if they were watching something. Judging from their attire, they seemed to be commoners. They were probably nearby residents who were attracted by the noise. Occasionally, someone in the circle would say something like, "Devil! Hang her! "such a shrill roar.
Pérot thought of something and said to the Knight beside him, "Go and have a look. If it's just an ordinary dispute, tell them to go back to their houses."
"Yes, my lord."
The Knight pushed through the crowd, walked to the center, and pulled out his sword. The crowd quickly dispersed. He finally brought back a woman and two children, one of whom had a hemp rope tied around his neck.
"What's going on?"
"My lord," the woman threw herself at Pérot's feet. "Kill her quickly! She's degenerated into a witch! "
The word surprised Pérot. "A witch?" Roland shifted his gaze to the other two. The taller boy immediately stood in front of the girl, looking as if he was ready to pounce on her at any time. However, his face was bruised, and it was obvious that he had been beaten badly. "She's not the devil's minion at all. It's shown in the play that there are good and bad witches. What right do you have to punish her?"
"Are you sure she's a witch?" Pérot ignored the boy and continued to ask the woman.
"Yes, my lord. Don't be fooled by the plays in the plays. If the church was still here, they wouldn't be able to tolerate their nonsense on the stage. This animal is also a little devil. I'm punishing her on behalf of the church. My lord, please strangle her to death so that the breath of hell won't spread to Longsong City! "
"Get to the point!" he scolded.
After the woman's incessant nagging, Pérot finally figured out the cause and effect. After the church was burned down by Timothy, she and some other believers organized themselves and continued to preach and pray in the outer city. They were waiting for the Holy City of Hermes to send a new priest to rebuild the church in the Western Region. As for the situation this time, it was a complete coincidence that the woman saw the girl using her ability to remove snow from the roofs of the residents.
During her narration, the woman repeatedly complained about the absurdity of the primary education and the theater's performance, which made the nearby onlookers only dare to grab the boy, but few were willing to help her hang the abominable devil. In the past, her body should have been hung under the roof beams... These hateful words made Pérot's eyebrows twitch.
"Take her back and interrogate her well," he commanded the knight, "and you shall remain in the fortress this time, and when I return, I hope to find all the cultists connected with her in prison."
"What... No! My lord, how can you do this... "Before the woman could finish her words, the Knight slapped her several times in the stomach.
"Are you really a witch?" Then Pérot looked at the frightened little girl and said, "Show me."
The little girl knelt on the ground and did not respond.
Pérot shook his head, raised his voice and repeated, "If you can prove that you're a real witch, I can let you go."
After a while, the girl timidly put her hands into the snow. Soon, the snow that was nearly a palm thick gradually turned into flowing ice water.
"I see." Pérot nodded and said, "Come with me."
"Go?" The girl looked up and asked, "Where to?"
"A place suitable for witches to live." He signaled the servant to pick up the girl and continued to move toward the pier.
"Put her down, you liar! You promised to let her leave! "The boy wanted to rush forward, but he was stopped by a few other servants. His shouts gradually faded into the back of his head.
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